Warning! Warning! You have been detected holding the anchor prop: The Joker's Crystal Coffin
Crisis energy converted: ∞
Chen Tao almost couldn't believe his eyes.
Syncing: The Laughing Bat!
The Laughing Bat! Laughing! Laughing! Error! Error!
Emergency shield activated! Emergency shield!
After a series of dazzling silver-white fonts flashed, the fonts on Chen Tao's retina finally returned to stability.
Transformed crisis energy: 80
The number of crisis energy units you currently hold: 164
Warning, downloading files that can target Batman
Broken Bat
Danger level: C
In a Dark Multiverse, Batman's identity changes after he fails to defeat his fallen protégé-turned-villain, Jean-Paul the Angel of Death, at the end of the Knightfall event. The Angel of Death changes his name to Saint Batman and unleashes a bloody, dictatorial reign of terror on Gotham.
Bruce Wayne was vivisected to preserve his necessary organs, and was forced to spend the next thirty years watching the Angel of Death do to Gotham City.
After being rescued by Lady Shiva and the Son of Bane, he was healed by a micro-bat robot made of nanotechnology and became a cyborg. However, 30 years of torture have completely broken the once righteous dark knight Batman. Embracing the darkness, the Broken Bat killed the Angel of Death and all the allies who stood in his way and became the new ruler of Gotham.
Do you want to immediately consume 80 units of crisis energy to synchronize
Chen Tao touched his chin, his fingertips rubbing against the butt-like groove on Batman's chin.
The previous Joker gave him 40 crisis energies, but another 40 were consumed during synchronization.
This time, he was given 80 Crisis Energy, and the new Batman he was given just needed 80. Unlike the previous Bane: he was given 103 Crisis Energy, but only needed to consume 59 to synchronize Bane Bat.
What is going on
Chen Tao thought about it for a while, but soon passed over the question. The most important thing now was the riddle man's business.
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And then… now.
"You crossed that line. Batman."
The Riddler was dumbfounded.
On TV, the lump of clown meat fell to the ground in disgust.
He repeatedly confirmed the truth with his own eyes.
"Oh my god, you crossed that line!"
The Riddler cried out in a mixture of sorrow and joy:
"I was wrong, I was so wrong. I thought I needed to go to great lengths to force you to kill someone. I wasn't even sure if I could do it - but in the end I suddenly realized that I didn't need to do anything at all!"
"You didn't even want the Joker to live. While I was still struggling with the rules, you had already smashed them to pieces on the ground like glass - you, you had planned this all along!
Oh, I love you so much, I love you so much! You aggressive, calculating murderer! "
He laughed loudly, then took a deep breath, strangling his laughter as if he was about to die:
"Batman, believe me, it's about to start. I'm familiar with this feeling. You'll soon attract some new admirers."
"No, I can't."
"Believe me, I've thought about that, too. But it's not up to you."
The Riddler put down his pistol decisively. "I surrender. And they..."
His eyes flickered to the ventriloquist who was sitting there silently and to Killer Croc who was tying up Amygdaloid with ropes.
"I'm so stupid. I said I wanted to break the rules, but I didn't even consider this possibility - almost all the thugs I hired were traitors!"
"The bottom line has been gone for a long time. You already have these followers, don't you?"
"Employees." Chen Tao corrected him: "I paid them."
"You—paid them? Hahaha, Batman, I'm sorry, although I'm the Riddler, and laughing out loud has never been the Riddler's characteristic, but I still think this is funny, haha, hahaha!"
The Riddler chuckled in a pompous voice.
He slapped his thigh and pointed at Killer Croc. "Do you know how many employers Waylon Jones has eaten alive? Those weak idiots, the low-level, artless, unoriginal criminal activities—
How many times has that beast eaten alive those fools who tried to manipulate him? He is a beast, Batman, do you really think that money alone can control a beast? Do you know how many times he has bitten his employers to death? Do you want me to tell you how many times he has eaten both the goods and the people
Chen Tao was sure that the "eat" that the Riddler said was a pun. He looked at Killer Croc, who gave him a shy smile in return, pure and harmless, like a puppy trying hard to please its owner. After witnessing Batman killing someone, he looked even more submissive than before.
“Ouch!”
Amygdala screamed and tried to resist. He was a manic with intellectual problems, one of the villains in Arkham, hired by the Riddler, and appeared here in a daze, and then-
Killer Croc bit the opponent's shoulder, took a big bite, chewed it twice, and spat it on the ground.
Amygdala fainted from the pain.
"And the ventriloquist, do you think that over the years, there weren't any idiots in Gotham who thought he wasn't scary at all, just a schizophrenic with a doll?"
"This is blasphemous—"
"Oh, God, that's rude, Nygma first-"
The words that the ventriloquist was about to say were swallowed back into his throat. He saw the Riddler's eyes flickering with a faint light, as ferocious and violent as a tiger.
He was a powerful criminal, no doubt about that. But going head-on with the Riddler
It's not enough.
"Shut up."
The voices of the Bat Baby and the Ventriloquist were silenced by the Riddler's glare. They kept looking at Chen Tao, hoping that their master would stand up for them.
"And then, Arnold Wesker had never been in the mob before he went to Blackgate.
But he learned all the survival skills of the gangsters without any guidance, and became the biggest gangster boss in Burnley in just three months.
How do you think a man who can tear off his own piece of meat from the already divided meat is a good gentleman? Do you know how many gangsters' bodies Arnold Wesker stepped on under his pink bunny slippers? He is a cold-blooded lunatic. "
"No, I'm Batman's dog. Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
The ventriloquist seemed a little worried. He barked like a dog in the room, eager to prove his loyalty to his master: "I now listen to Batman. I know that only by listening to Batman can... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"So do you understand, Batman?"
"Nothing can go back to the way it was. How does that old saying go?"