"You know, the dirty green minions."
Poison Ivy saw Bane looking down with his gray eyes at the green vines that were wrapped tightly around him.
"None of this is of any use to me."
A teeth-grinding sound came from the vines, and a drop of cold sweat flowed from Poison Ivy's forehead. She stretched out her hands, and dozens or hundreds of tree roots and other plants grew out from the ground, one by one reinforcing the body of the zombie Bane, which was already tied up like a dumpling.
But this can't stop Zombie Bane from taking action.
The plants turned black and withered under the corrosion of the black of decay, and then the zombie Bane exerted a little force...
Click.
The huge monster paced slowly:
"Poison Ivy. Right? Can I call you Ivy? I heard they call you that."
Squeak!
A gunshot rang out.
Several shields made of trees rose up from Ivy's side in just a few seconds. The current from the surge gun barely penetrated the first one and was powerless after that.
Plant master Jason Wood lay beside them, barely under the protection of Poison Ivy, his eyes closed, like a real dead tree.
Poison Ivy and Killer Croc stood back to back, their eyes fixed on Deadshot who was standing next to the zombie Bane.
His once handsome face was now completely replaced by rot and maggots.
Interlaced canine teeth grew out of his lower jaw, and strands of dark red rotten flesh hung from his jaw. Compared with these horrific sights, his grayish-white eyeballs had become the only visible thing on his face.
The Cheshire Cat still wore her mask at this point, which might be a sign that she still had some self-awareness, Poison Ivy wasn't sure. But such a weak self could not shake the Black of Decay, so it was useless.
The sharp fangs pierced her jaw, broke her swan-like white neck, and left a pool of black blood on her small collarbone.
The ventriloquist had lost his glasses, he was holding a Thompson submachine gun, and his favorite Batman doll had been thrown on the ground.
Insect limbs protruded from his mouth.
They were all infested by the Black of Decay, just like the guy called Bane. Poison Ivy had heard of him, the one who had freed herself and the other inmates from Arkham Asylum, and they were all now slaves of the Black of Decay.
Without the protection of the Red of All Living Things and the Green of All Things, they are vulnerable to the more powerful Black of Corruption in this area.
Then at the end... it was what she least wanted to encounter:
Harley Quinn.
"No… "
Poison Ivy dropped her hands.
Harley Quinn's red and blue twin ponytails had spread out, and black blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth, which was particularly glaring on her skin bleached by chemicals.
And the dark green plant armor that Poison Ivy carefully wove for Xiao Ha...
It has also been completely dyed black.
"In the end... you still failed to protect anyone. Ivy. But you still have a chance to save some."
She saw the disgusting muscle monster reaching out his hand to her: "We can make a deal."
"All we need is you. The agent of the green of all things. This woman and your companions are of no importance. You call her Harley Quinn, right?"
"You care about her."
"And we just don't need such an ordinary mortal."
Two voices rang out from the zombie Bane at the same time. The two hunters from the Black of Decay said together:
“Let’s make a deal, one for many.
You know very well that neither the parasitism of the black of decay nor the infiltration of the green of all things is an irreversible transformation. We only want you. This woman named Harley Quinn will open her eyes in a few hours and return to her home intact. "
"And you, on your part, need to come to our side... and join the Black of Decay... Trust me, don't be afraid. The process of purification is wonderful."
Killer Croc whispered to Poison Ivy, "Damn it, Ivy, you don't really want to do something stupid like that, do you?"
The green lizard lowered his head and opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say to convince Ivy. He had never resented his poor eloquence as much as he did today.
He hadn't used his brain for so long that when he needed to use it his mind went blank and he couldn't say a word.
So he finally said sullenly: "You shouldn't join the Black of Decay. This is not the right way."
Killer Croc wanted to break his teeth after saying this.
Poison Ivy forced a smile at him:
"I know what you're trying to say, 'They won't let Harley go even if I sacrifice myself.'"
Or maybe you want to say: "Death is the nature of the black of decay. How can they go against their instincts?"
So you know everything!
Killer Croc nodded his head like a woodpecker: "Yes, that's what I wanted to say!"
"If that's what you're worried about, then maybe we can try another deal."
Zombie Bane pointed at plant master Jason Wood, who was lying on the ground without any ability to resist.
"You don't want to come to us. We understand that you don't understand the blackness of decay yet."
"How about someone else?"
"That guy lying on the ground, his name is Plant Master, right?"
"You've already betrayed him once before, so why not a second time?"
"What's the saying? Either don't do it, or do it to the end."
"You are already enemies anyway, aren't you? There is no better deal than exchanging the lives of your friends and companions for the lives of your enemies."
Even though Killer Croc felt that his IQ had never been high, he also felt that the current situation seemed to be very bad.
Ivy looked as if she was about to be persuaded.
"Ivy, you must not..."
"I've made up my mind."
Killer Croc then heard Poison Ivy say, "This is the last resort."
"I'll trade Harley with you."
Killer Croc felt like he was going crazy.
He understood, he understood what Poison Ivy was thinking. She could neither give up Harley nor convince herself to betray the Plant Master, so the damn desire for self-sacrifice surged into her heart, making her throw herself into the mouth of the beast like a fool!
He opened his mouth and felt his tongue get tied.
"Oh shit."
He said.
He saw Poison Ivy disperse the greenery around her, open her arms, and slowly walk away from him towards the Black of Decay.
“Wait… wait!”
Killer Croc called out to Poison Ivy, his brain working rapidly.
"It's not that there is no chance! We still have one last chance! Batman! Ivy! Batman is on our side this time, he is not an enemy, he..."
Killer Croc was at a loss for words. He hesitated for a long time before finally saying:
"Batman always solves everything—Batman always wins!"
Even though Zombie Bane was unable to make any facial expressions due to the necrosis of his facial nerves, Killer Croc was still very sure that he was very angry.
His gray eyes gleamed with malice.
"Huh? This is your hope? To place it on others?"
“It’s really disappointing.”
"Even if Batman comes - what can he do? He's just a coward who ran away."
He said: "Batman can't change anything..."
But the next second, he was bitten on the back by a huge dragon's mouth.
Batman!