Gotham.
A certain base of the Court of Owls welcomed an unexpected guest.
This is a square as wide as the ancient Roman Colosseum. A slave auction seems to be going on. It is hard to imagine that in the civilized world, there is such a naked place for human trading.
The place was bustling with noise and clinking of glasses. Men and women wearing white owl masks were roaring at the top of their lungs and howling hysterically. They took off their disguises as people from the civilized world and wantonly vented their inner darkness and naked desires.
And it was at this time that Bane broke in.
As a claw with twisted limbs was thrown into the center of the square by him, the extravagant banquet was interrupted, and the masked and well-dressed upper class people gradually stopped their noise.
"Whoa—it looks like we've got a new guest for our party! Let him in! Claws!"
Bane lowered his head and slowly walked past several Claws holding sharp blades.
Their blades did not retreat at all as Bane walked past, as if they intended to leave a long bloody gash on his body, just to give the man in front of them a small warning.
But they failed to do it.
The sharp blade cut through Bane's clothes, leaving not even a white mark on his body that was as if cast in fine steel. The claws felt as if they were scratching on elastic rubber tires.
Bane walked out of the gate of the Colosseum, like a gladiator in the ancient Roman Arena, and slowly walked to the center of the arena under everyone's gaze.
A high-ranking court member sitting at the highest seat signaled to the Claws, and the living human commodity that was being auctioned was removed.
They cried and yelled at Bane, but all they got in return were whips and beatings, which failed to move the burly man in the slightest.
The court member seemed satisfied that Bane did not intend to meddle in other people's affairs. He lowered his head slightly and took the microphone:
"Baine. You've rejected our kindness before. How dare you show up in front of us now?"
The sound amplified by the speakers was loud and majestic, and all the members of the Court of Owls in the arena stared at Bane. All of them wore white owl masks, and the scene seemed inexplicably terrifying.
Bane's gaze lingered on a little girl wearing a mask. The little girl seemed to notice the strong man's gaze, so she tilted her head into her parents' arms.
"And... how did you find me...?"
The man wearing the white owl-beak mask was attracted by a locator raised by Bane before he could finish his words.
A bright red spot was flashing above.
"When did you stay..."
The man in the white eagle mask was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized something. He looked at the sharp claw standing quietly beside him.
"Cut him open."
Following the man's crisp and clear command, the other claws nearby acted together in an instant, and the claw was quickly cut into pieces.
Soon, they found a tiny locator in the claw's neck.
The leading member of the Court of Owls slowly began to applaud.
“It’s amazing.”
He said: "Detailed observation skills. Most people would believe that someone is dead after seeing his head twisted off. But you left a locating device in the body."
The court member was a little annoyed: "What the hell, you tricked me. We are a secret organization. You told me, you found us, what should we do with you?"
"I come to seek cooperation," Baine answered him. "I come to seek electrum."
The word gave pause to the court members standing on the dais.
"Where did you hear that from... Never mind, it doesn't matter."
He gave a crisp order: "Claws! Kill the invaders!"
He held the microphone, turned his head, and said to the other members: "I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, the party is over early, we have to..."
"I need to be implanted with electrum. In exchange, after I defeat Batman, take over this city, and die, I will allow my corpse to serve as a claw for the Court of Owls. That's my deal."
Bain said.
The man in the white owl mask on the platform stopped what he was doing.
Bane tore the clothes on his arms to pieces, and only then did he see clearly that the other person's body was covered with tiny plants, like vines and green grass growing directly in his flesh. Such a physical condition was enough to make any biologist not believe his eyes.
What is even more eye-catching is the other half of his body: completely opposite to the grassy side, it is an unhealthy bluish-white color.
The man in the white owl mask was very familiar with this color, the black veins hidden under the bluish-white skin. This was a physical condition that only dead people had. The claws of the Court of Owls basically all looked like this.
"Try to attack him."
As soon as he gave the order, the sharp claw beside Bane swung the knife at that place without hesitation.
Bane didn't even try to hide.
Under the full force of the Claw Assassin's stab, his skin was broken and the blade sank a little bit.
The Claw Assassin slowly retracted his knife, but no blood flowed out, as if it had pierced into a pile of hard leather armor that was stacked together.
"It's shocking, Bane, something happened to you that we don't know about." The man in the white owl mask said slowly.
He changed his tune: "Maybe we can talk."
"That's right," Bane answered him. He backhandedly punched the clawed assassin's head that had just stabbed him into his chest, then watched as the other party pulled his head out and reattached it to his spine.
He said: "I am also interested in immortality. We will have a pleasant cooperation."
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Chen Tao stood in Batman’s exclusive training ground in the Batcave.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then silently activated the Alfred Protocol.
Synchronized: Broken Bat
Your current crisis energy units: 84
The cells were boiling, and silvery-white particles entangled in his body... and then turned into pitch black.
"snort!"
Chen Tao groaned loudly, and half of his body exploded and turned into a black nanorobot, which instantly penetrated all the training robots in front of him!
Squeak!
The nanorobot turned into a sharp steel knife and cut the robot in half in an instant!
But it wasn't his attack that made Chen Tao groan...
The negative memories of the Broken Bat are attacking him. Compared to Bane Bat or the Batmobile, these negative emotions are simply not of the same magnitude.
Chen Tao thought silently, but even with such a huge infusion of negative emotions, he was still able to think clearly.
"That's not enough to overwhelm me."
Chen Tao looked at his hands: "But it's enough to interfere with me synchronizing other Batmen at the same time."