The correct way to attack the villain

The old clown probably never imagined that his little clown and Batman would live in peace one day.

Although only superficially, and only for a few short hours.

"Don't think about contacting the outside world. This basement was remodeled by my adoptive father using the safety cabin of a space carrier. Think about it, it took you ten years to find this place, so—"

The clown was sitting on the edge of the bed, the light from the old TV screen was shining on his face, and he raised his chin, with a triumphant expression on his face: "Only I can let you out."

Apparently the man wasn't listening to him, he was sitting on the edge, staring at the TV screen, and the two of them kept the farthest distance within the moving range of the handcuffs.

Real-time news coverage of Gotham is being broadcast on the TV.

"A private organization called the Gotham Committee submitted an application to the mayor's office today, together with the victim's rights task force, demanding sanctions against Batman. The mayor has not responded so far."

"Crime-targeted violence in Gotham City continues to attract public attention, and it's difficult to tell which of them are Batman's masterpiece."

"I'm rooting for Batman, he's awesome, those people deserved it, he didn't do anything wrong. You know what I mean? Better he come and give my landlord a lesson."

"He makes me feel sick. This is a blatant violation of human rights. Think about it, how many teenagers will be affected by his pathological narcissism. What Gotham needs is to increase civil rights in a legal society, not to indulge in punishments that break away from the legal system .”

Ereda looked at it for a while and found it meaningless. He was not as keen as his adoptive father to search all kinds of news about Batman, and then laughed at him and said: "Look, Ereda, this is my old friend."

Sometimes he wonders if his adoptive father has any unusual perverted emotions towards Batman, such as disgust, crime, murder, or love.

It has nothing to do with him anyway.

Eredar looked away from the TV, and inadvertently saw the smooth metal wall opposite, reflecting the clown sitting casually and the tall and straight Batman on it.

Eredar's eyes lit up.

This is simply an epoch-making scene.

He took his phone out of his pocket, turned off the shutter sound, and took a picture.

Just when he was about to point something up, someone grabbed him by the collar, and he was lifted up.

Eredar looked down at Batman who suddenly rose up, his voice was hoarse by the collar: "You can't beat me up just because I secretly took pictures?"

Batman: "Take me out."

Eredar frowned, then turned to look at the old TV as if thinking of something.

The familiar blonde hostess with exaggerated style announced a creepy fact in a formulaic tone: "In the past half an hour, the anti-mutant organization has used strong violence to occupy the main area of ​​Seventh Avenue. , the jurisdiction spread to half of Gotham at the skyscraper, causing serious public panic, but at this time, Batman still did not appear."

"Oh, what a pity, they only think of you at this time." The clown raised his head, his eyes under the paint were shining, "Like a spare tire."

"Don't talk nonsense."

The strangled neck finally made Eredar feel suffocated, and he subconsciously grabbed the other's black gloves: "Should you be gentle with me, after all, the choice is mine."

"You don't have a choice, maybe I'll break your ribs before you open your mouth—" The man is like he would say to every villain, threatening enough, concise enough, "and that's just the beginning."

Eredar was stunned for a moment, and then a nasty laugh broke out on the corner of his mouth: "You can't treat me like this, I am a minor, I am protected by the law, I have human rights, and you are committing a crime like that."

This is probably the most outrageous reason Batman has ever heard: "One day the clown will talk about human rights?"

Eredar spread her hands: "A happy event!"

Batman: "A joke."

The clown clicked his tongue: "Okay, you let me down, and I'll let you out."

The collar was released, and both feet touched the ground again. Eredar coughed violently while clutching his chest, then straightened up and straightened his clothes and bow tie.

"Come with me."

The clown's old residence had one-way entrance and one-way exit, bypassing this room converted from the abandoned Hyperion safety capsule to the innermost wall.

After entering the password, scanning the iris, and going through various complicated inspection procedures, a gap was cracked in the middle of the metal wall, and then countless small iron pieces the size of fingernails were reassembled and assembled, and then pushed away to the two sides, revealing the whole body with electronic blue light inside. Transparent elevator.

Silver sliding high-speed, outer space technology, with a height limit of 1380 floors and a speed of 750 feet per second.

It can bring them from a depth of hundreds of meters to the surface in the blink of an eye.

On the outskirts of Gotham, the bare land and bushes looked a little desolate under the moonlight.The field of view is very wide, so the black armored helicopter in mid-air is very conspicuous.

Eredar raised her eyebrows: "Have you already located here?"

He didn't believe that Batman also mastered the silver slide technology, that plane couldn't have flown over the moment they stepped on the ground.The only explanation is that he has already located this position, but the helicopter's reloading firepower is not enough to destroy Huberian's safety capsule, otherwise he might have blown up the Clown Fortress and left.

The man didn't reply, and didn't even bother to give him a look.He raised his left hand, and the grapple that flew out precisely grabbed the corner of the helicopter, and then without warning——

The two were pulled violently into the air.

Of course, Batman would not be a gentleman to wrap his arms around the waist of his deadly enemy, or even stretch out his hand, anyway, the handcuffs are strong enough, both of them have a deep understanding of this.

The eredar thought he might have heard his wrist dislocate at that moment.

The surface of the watch on the right wrist was crushed due to the sudden pressure, and tiny blue electric lights kept coming out. The electric light crawled along the handcuffs to Batman's gloves, and then the mechanical watch was completely scrapped.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Can't you be a gentleman???"

However, the sound was completely covered by the noise of the helicopter's propeller and the tearing wind, and it could not reach the man's pricked cat ears at all.

Although he doesn't use that to listen to the sound.

The eredar could only climb up with one hand clutching his black cloak, supporting half his body weight so as not to break his wrist.

The helicopter soon came to the Gotham area, which happened to be the area captured by the Reverse Mutant Organization. The bottom part was a piece, with a shaved mohawk wearing a mask of the same style as the Winter Soldier, and carrying a special Lextech weapon. The rogue mutants.

"Looks tricky. Are you going to deal with them?" The eredar climbed up the cloak to Batman's waist, clutching his golden belt with one hand.

He lowered his head and glanced at the mighty mutants pouring into Gotham like a tide, with a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth: "If I remember correctly, your injury hasn't healed yet?"

Batman frowned, but in the end he didn't let him go from his waist: "I'll send you to Arkham before that."

After he finished speaking, he heard the clown laugh. The green-haired youth in a tuxedo stretched out his hand and tapped the timer on the bracelet: "But you don't have time, sir."

"One minute is enough."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a click.

The handcuffs were broken suddenly and shattered into several pieces in mid-air. Without the restraint of the chains, Eredar quickly fell, facing Batman. Below him was a sea of ​​flames that had just been detonated by terrorists.

Eredar looked at Batman, the distance between the two was getting farther and farther centered on the intersection of their eyes, he imagined the shocked expression that the man might have now, and forced himself to suppress it so as not to let himself laugh out loud.

But the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Batman let go of his grapple and jumped down.

The eredar watched as the cloak unfolded behind him against the Gotham night.

The azure blue eyes opened to the maximum at this moment because of shock.

The collar was still the first to be caught. Due to inertia, Eredar bumped into the hard armor on the opponent's chest. The short landing ended at this moment, and the two fell on the roof of a building in a state of embarrassment.

There was a huge impact in his ears, and Eredar felt that his internal organs were about to be completely shattered.When the whole person recovered from the violent impact, there was a warm and smooth touch from the fingertips.

He knelt on the ground, raised his hand, and there was a dark red liquid on the fingers of his left hand.

is blood.

Batman lay quietly on one side, next to the cracked thick iron plate, on which Eredar could still see traces of his helmet, evidenced by the two erected cat ears.

Everything seems to be against Batman's head today.

Eredar was panting, his heart was beating fast, and now he could see the scene where Batman let go of his claws and fell towards him as soon as he closed his eyes, finally put away his smile, and sneered: "If you want to commit suicide, I will There's an ancestral method. With sharp, brief pains—"

Of course the man in a coma would not give any response.

"you will like it."

The clown knelt and sat on the spot, with explosions and gunshots below. In front of him, on the Life Building, was a bright bat light.

About ten minutes later, he wiped his face, got up from the ground, kicked the man angrily and angrily.

"Damn it!"

Then he took out the phone whose screen had been shattered into snowflakes.

"Hello, Gotham Hospital?"

"Yes, there is a wounded person here, on the roof of the residential building opposite the Life Insurance Building."

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether the other side would risk breaking through the defense line of the area occupied by the terrorists to rescue the wounded, Eredar hung up the phone, stepped on the roof with one foot, stretched out his neck, and looked at the people below who had been bombed seven times. The scattered streets.

The only place that was not bombed was the public library in this area, which was used as a temporary stronghold by the Reverse Mutants, storing a large amount of ammunition, and guarded by more than 100 terrorists.

The eredar took one last look at the man lying on the ground.

He probably finally knew why his adoptive father hated Batman, as much as he hated him now.

In front of the public library, the team manager looked at the clown who suddenly appeared at the door, and pointed his gun at him vigilantly.

"What are you doing here, joker, you are not welcome here, please leave immediately."

In an instant, more than 100 black muzzles surrounded the eredar.

The clown didn't realize it, and approached step by step with a cane in a leisurely manner: "I don't do anything, but you didn't invite me to this private joint operation, I'm a little sad."

The little leader couldn't help but bawled, who would dare to invite a lunatic to participate in such an action!

"So I decided." The clown walked over the little leader to the stairs, then turned around, pointed at him with his scepter, "Send your leader to heaven."

The little leader thumped in his heart, and almost immediately waved his hand and ordered: "Shoot! Don't let him approach the arsenal!"

The team members received the order and pulled the trigger at the same time, but soon, they discovered a strange thing.

Nothing came out of the muzzle.

"What's the matter? Out of bullets?"

"How is it possible, these bullets have just been filled!"

Someone emptied the magazine, which was full of ammunition.But after reloading, those firearms seemed to have malfunctioned collectively, and there was no response.

The clown didn't seem to be surprised by this situation at all, he raised his foot and started to walk upstairs: "I'm not interested in your ammunition, I hope I can find a computer on the second floor, of course, it would be even better if there is an adapter .”

The terrorists who relied on these weapons didn't realize they were mutants until several minutes later.

The little leader, Hedgehog, took off his armor and was about to erect the sharp thorns all over his body immediately, but——

Where is his thorn?

The hedgehog man touched the bare top of his head and the smooth skin, and stood there, in addition to being shocked, he was still shocked.

Where is his thorn?It was there just a moment ago.What about his abilities?Why can't he feel it?

The figure in the purple tuxedo gradually disappeared in the corridor. Before that, everyone heard whispers in their ears.

"Shut up."

……

……

The raid by the Reverse Mutants came swiftly and without warning, and Gotham was caught off guard.Without Batman's foreign aid, Sheriff Gordon fought hard, but he didn't want the mayor to finally compromise because of the explosive detonator in the hands of the other leader.

However, compromise did not bring peace. On the huge screens in countless skyscrapers, there are ugly faces and exaggerated expressions of the leaders of rebel organizations.

He never wanted to take over Gotham in the first place.

He wanted to destroy Gotham and let the city be buried with his daughter who was shot dead by police officers by mistake, even at the expense of his large number of mutant soldiers.

When Batman woke up from the coma, what he saw was the scene where the leader pressed the detonator on the big screen in the opposite building.

So fast that he didn't even have time to feel any emotion.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of flames were left.

The expected explosion did not come.

Gotham is very peaceful.

The leader's expression instantly distorted: "What's going on?!"

He frantically began to press the detonator in his palm, and when he pressed the tenth time, there was a bang.

On all the big screens, the picture changed.

becomes a static image.

The beautified, soft-lit photo shows two people sitting at the foot of the bed, probably no one in Gotham would mistake them for—

Batman and Joker.

The famous rivals are seated at the edge of the photo, with the handcuffs that hold them together in the middle.Of course, probably only the two of them know that they are handcuffs, because the handcuffs are now turned into a scarlet silk with a big red flower in the middle.

The wedding march slowly resounded through the streets of Gotham.

Batman looked at the serious photo that had been photoshopped to give it a strong country vibe.

Bruce Wayne: "..."