The correct way to attack the villain

Everyone who just woke up from a coma will inevitably be a little dazed, and Bruce Wayne, or Batman is no exception.

This is a strange room, very large, fully enclosed, airtight, full of all kinds of circus props that exude a damp smell, not a corner market, not a bat cave, the only thing that makes him sure that he is still in the Gotham City area Within the range, at the next moment, he saw the familiar figure with his back turned to him.

And across from the hard bed, the clown's painted face reflected in the metal wall.

With the smooth metal wall as the fulcrum, the eyes of the two met briefly in the air.

The eredar heard the sound of lightning and flint.

It was only a few tenths of a second, and this time it was finally no longer the man with full force points who made the first move—Eredar quickly turned over, and cleverly used the weight of his body to push him back hard again, and the bat helmet hit the bed board , It was another tooth-piercing voice.

A cold and slippery thing stuck to it immediately, and slid down the chin to the throat.

The initiative was finally in his own hands for once, and Eredar felt that the cracked lips on his cheeks, the almost broken ribs on his chest, and even the handprints on his buttocks that had been scratched and have not recovered The clamor aroused his strong feelings of revenge.

Feeling the point of the knife sinking into the opponent's skin little by little, the clown raised the corners of his mouth excitedly.

Then he felt something pressed against his lower back.

Probably before he took out the knife and pressed the opponent's trachea, the bat mark in Batman's hand was already pressed on his waist and eyes, and it may be because he himself moved twice, the sharp dart directly cut his tuxedo .

That piece of skin was cut as a matter of course, and the blood dripped down the batarang onto the black gloves, and then seeped into the clown's white shirt.

It was an instinct of self-defense, and the eredar didn't think he could reach it in decades of practice.

The corner of the clown's mouth drooped quickly again.

"It's boring."

He straightened up, sitting in a kneeling position, and the knife in his hand was no longer pressed tightly against the opponent's Adam's apple, but only lightly stuck to it.

"Meet you again, Mr. Batman." The voice passed through the bow tie on the neck, and when it came out, it became the unique shrill voice after changing the voice, "I'm the clown, and."

"Welcome to the Clown Fortress, you are now in the enemy camp."

After speaking, he lowered his eyes.

Batman's reaction was calmer than he'd imagined.

He saw the mark on the man's neck, which was a little red from the pressure of the knife point, but it was not injured, not even broken.

So, why did he bleed when he was scratched lightly, 1.7 meters eight with thin skin and tender flesh and 1.9 meters zero with rough skin and thick flesh?

Batman's eyes moved from the tip of the knife to the opponent's face, and his voice was low after camouflage: "You are not a clown."

"Boring question, you've already asked it once, and I have no intention of answering it a third time—wait, it's not impossible."

"But before I answer you, Batman, let me tell you a story, if you've heard it, tell me."

The dagger in his hand turned in the opposite direction, and the upper part of the knife was stuck to his chin: "Do you still remember that 12 years ago, two poor people brought a fake red hat into a chemical factory, and one of them was very concerned about the fake red hat? explain--"

The man is obviously not interested in listening to him talking nonsense here: "What do you want to do."

Eredar frowned: "No, that's not what he said at the time."

After speaking, Eredar felt the tingling pain in his waist became more obvious.

He looked at the man's chin, and suddenly remembered what his adoptive father had said to him before he was alive.

Don't assume that Batman can't kill people because he can't kill people. The sadism factor in him is stronger than every villain.

Even if he is lying on the bed now, he seems to be at a disadvantage, with injuries all over his body, and someone holds a knife to his neck.

The second-generation clown couldn't help but clicked his tongue. In order to maintain the current seemingly evenly matched situation, he gave up continuing his story: "Okay, I know what you want to ask, but before that, you have to put your bat dart put it down."

The man didn't move.

"Eon, you can't treat your savior like this, even though I know that even if you passed out on the corner of Gotham, your friend, your assistant, and again your Batmobile will come to pick you up , but before they find you, don't forget—I, joker, saved you."

"I know you will wonder why I saved you. In fact, we have no grievances, don't we? Why should the grievances of the previous generation be involved in me? As you said, it was my adoptive father who wanted to kill you, and I'm just a second-generation clown who just debuted, and I'm not even familiar enough with the business, yes, I scratched you, but you also punched me, and we were even, and besides, I can't imagine Gotham A day without Batman."

Having said that, Eredar opened the corner of his mouth again: "Perhaps it is a dream for the Penguin, but for the Clown, it is too boring, so thank me, I am so magnanimous and careless."

After finishing speaking, Eredar couldn't help moving his numb left hand, and the chain of the handcuffs was pulled with a slight movement, making a soft noise, but the bat mark on his waist still didn't show any signs of retracting.

The eredar had to back down: "Okay, I'll count to three, and we'll let it go."

"one."

"two."

"three."

The countdown ends.

There was no movement.

Batman, who had long been familiar with the clown's routine, remained unmoved, and the clown did not retract the dagger as he expected.

Just when Eredar thought that such a scene would last until the end of the handcuff incident.

The door was kicked open at this moment.

Outside the metal gate, Mudface rushed over and took back his foot kicking the door. Standing in front of the 1.4-meter-high gate, only two legs and the muddy crotch could be exposed.He had to bend his waist at a ninety-degree right angle, then looked into the room and said, "What did you call me over for?"

A few hours, at least before he was "tied" with Batman, in order to discuss the task of "liberating Arkham" drawn by the genius Master Osborn, Eredar made an appointment with Mudface to meet at the Clown's Fort .

...apparently the eredar are only now remembering this, and Mudface looks at the scene in the room—

On a metal bed with only a white sheet and no pillows, a young man in a purple tuxedo sat across the waist of a man in a Batman suit. The knife that was on the man's throat was half-raised by the man's back Well blocked, so Mudface could only see his buddy Eredar sitting astride the man's waist with an indescribable expression.

The other hand was still propped up in front of the man's chest muscles, which he could tell from his back.

The man even put one arm around Eredar's waist.

The air seemed to be still, and Eredar saw that Mudface's mud body began to petrify, and hard mud clumps fell down.

At this moment, Eredar was unaware of the strong emotional fluctuations of his straight cosmic boyfriend, just because from his angle he could easily see the knife he was holding under Batman's chin and Batman's hand against his lower back. Batarang, if Mudface took a step forward, he would know how thrilling and exciting the current scene was, literally.

However, Mudface's EQ began to soar violently at this time.

He stopped and even straightened up: "If there's nothing wrong—"

"Shall I go outside and wait?"

Apparently the eredar had no intention of letting Batman watch how he and the others were planning to do something really bad.

"Okay, I'll go find you later." He glanced down at the timer on the handcuffs, then looked up at Muddy Face, "Two and a half hours later."

Mudface saw that Eredar was not covered by the bright red mark on the neck of the white paint, which was probably accidentally rubbed out during the fight just now.

Another hard clod fell from the mud face.

... two and a half hours.

"Then you..." The muddy face hesitated to speak, and then said decisively after a while, "Be careful."

After speaking, he picked up the distorted door frame that had been kicked into the room to block the door frame, and then walked away.

"Did he take the wrong medicine?"

Eredar frowned and looked at the place where the muddy face disappeared, as if chatting or talking to himself, "He's not usually so coy."

After speaking, he suddenly realized, and passed the knife in his hand forward again: "Probably because of it."

"I caught Batman?"