Tick!
The sewers of Gotham City are dark and gloomy, and all kinds of unknown monsters lurk there.
Killer Croc himself was once one of them.
But he is no longer like that. He is now a man with 200 million yuan. Although all this money is black money and has not been taxed, it is not legal income, so he cannot spend a penny of it openly.
But he had money, and with money... there was hope.
Killer Croc opened his eyes.
His nictitating membrane fluttered at that moment, and under the dim light of the lantern, ripples appeared on the water surface.
"That big guy is coming again." He said to the ventriloquist beside him: "I mean big guy, I never thought that one day I would call someone that. I thought I was the most famous big fool in Gotham."
That being said, Waylon actually feels like he’s a lot smarter.
He had accepted that his brain wasn't working very well, but that hadn't always been the case.
During his teenage years, his IQ was normal.
But since he grew up and turned into a complete reptile, he found that the farther he was away from people, the more his bestiality grew and the more his appearance became more beastly.
And in the past few days, he has been staying with other humans, and his animal nature has immediately subsided greatly, making his mind much clearer.
"Focus on your work, Waylon." The ventriloquist sat in the corridor next to the sewer. This old-fashioned underground drainage system in Gotham always had corridors for workers to walk around.
The bat baby in his hand replied: "Don't worry, you may not be the most famous big fool, but you are definitely the richest big fool now."
He said: "You have seen the two vans full of money in the Swiss bank vault, right? If you want your employer to help you launder the money so that you can spend it, you'd better run fast. Anyway, this is not the first time you have done this today."
"I know it even if you don't tell me."
The humanoid crocodile swung its tail, straightened up from the underground river, and lifted a small cart from the ventriloquist.
A golden and crispy roasted whole beef was placed inside. It should have appeared in Gotham's top seven-star restaurant, being ruined by a group of idiots who seemed elegant but had big brains and intestines, instead of appearing in this dirty place.
Killer Croc sighed.
Roasted whole pig, roasted whole cow, the fragrant smell in the sewer, all of this is so familiar, all of this is the same old trick, but the executor becomes oneself, which is inexplicably ironic.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Roar—Woo—
Like the sound of a heavy iron ball hitting the ground, the sound echoed in the empty underground water pipes, accompanied by the hoarse and gloomy voice, composing a bizarre duet.
Listen carefully—the voice is saying:
"Solomon Grundy—Born on Monday!"
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The third-generation Robin Tim Drake sat on the edge of the building, observing the apartment in the distance through a telescope.
Batman and Harley Quinn are in it.
If it was the old Batman, Tim wouldn't have been worried at all because he knew how powerful Batman was - but now it's different.
Can Bruce Wayne really deal with a dangerous criminal like Harley Quinn
Tim carefully swung the hook across the street, landed silently on the roof, and then climbed into the corridor window.
It was getting dark, and the voice-controlled corridor was completely dark.
A ray of light came through the half-open door, like the open mouth of a giant beast.
Tim quietly hid in the shadow behind the door, and then heard Harley Quinn say:
"Fuck, Bat, you *****"
"******!"
!!!
With a loud bang, Tim kicked the door open!
"Batman, what are you—"
Then he saw Batman holding a skeleton in one hand and playing with a skull, seemingly trying to stuff the scattered bone frame parts back into the mouth of a giant Piranha Plant.
"Ugh! Are you asking me to eat my vomit back into my stomach???"
Frank the Piranha struggled loudly, but he couldn't resist Batman at all. Chen Tao took out a lighter and showed it to him, and he immediately became obedient.
“Ahaha!”
Seeing Robin coming in, Harley immediately jumped down from the edge of the windowsill and put on the posture of a patrol officer with his nose in the air: "Private Robin, stand at attention!"
Tim turned to look at Batman with a "what the hell" expression.
Chen Tao explained:
"Harley didn't kill these people."
Harley cooperated and went crazy at the same time.
"Wow, Mr. Skeleton, Wow, Mr. Skeleton! You died miserably!"
"You turned from a living person into a corpse. This is not your fault. Rest in peace, An..."
"Uh... this is just Harley's version of the Great Compassion Mantra or Requiem." Chen Tao added.
“Hehehe~”
A few minutes later, Harley Quinn stood in front of the Batmobile parked at the entrance of the alley.
She leaned her butt against the front of the car and slid into the passenger seat of the Batmobile like she had no bones.
"So what's next, Dynamic Duo?"
The third generation Robin stood beside him with a snort. The passenger seat of the Batmobile should have been his!
"No one knows Poison Ivy like I do. I'm going to help you find him now, but you have to let me talk some sense into her before you rush in."
"And then, when this is over, you guys have to help me put in a good word for the parole board, telling them what an honest, good citizen I am, and so on and so forth."
It seemed like a very reasonable request and was a piece of cake for Batman.
As long as he agreed to Harley Quinn's conditions, it seemed that he would be able to get her help immediately, find Poison Ivy, defeat Plant Master, and solve all the problems.
But Batman wouldn't do that.
This was Harley's test to see if he was the real Batman.
Once Chen Tao nodded, it became like Batman asking Harley for help, and the initiative immediately fell into Harley's hands. Even though she had not been a psychologist for many years, Harley Quinn still almost instinctively used some techniques to influence the master-servant relationship between them through language.
Therefore, Chen Tao said:
"No."
"What's going on? I mean... ? You don't want to... ? You don't need to..."
Harley Quinn was still trying hard, and Chen Tao just watched her quietly, pretending to be very surprised.
None of these conditions are important, what is important is Ivy.
Chen Tao has always been good at grasping the key points. What he needs to do now is to do his best to dispel Harley Quinn's delusion of seizing the initiative.
"I don't want to make a deal with a psychopath."
"Ahh, a sociopath!" Harley scratched her head frantically.
"So-ci-o-path!"
"OMG, why is everyone getting my identity wrong?!?"
She folded her arms across her chest and jumped out of the Batmobile.
"If you don't agree to my terms, why should I help you?"