There was a dark cloud hanging in the sky, and the moon was hidden behind the dark clouds, making it difficult to see her wax and wane.
Drops of rain fell from the sky, and a curtain of rain covered the dark city.
Suddenly, a bright light shines on the heads of the people of Gotham. Not only Gotham, but the entire America sees this light. Not all cities are shrouded in darkness like Gotham. Compared with Gotham, they see more clearly.
Batman put down the inhuman villain in his hand, looked up at the sky, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes. The eyes under the bat mask looked extremely solemn.
"Alfred?"
"Master, we can only detect strong electromagnetic storms for the time being. It is suspected that the solar storm has erupted again." Alfred's gentle and vicissitudes of voice appeared in Batman's ears, and he spoke slowly with an aristocratic London accent. : "Currently we can only detect this situation. Do I need to notify someone?"
Batman was silent for a while and shook his head: "No, he will contact me."
He stepped on the leg of the villain under his hand, and the hard boots stepped on the villain's hand. The villain could even hear his own bones creaking.
"Say!" Batman's voice was as cold and hard as the Antarctic glacier. His faceplate was dripping with rainwater, and his cloak was picked up by the strong wind, fluttering in the wind. The bright light in the sky could only illuminate his back, but could not Illuminated in front of him, his shadowy face was dripping with rain, like a bloodthirsty bat, which made people frightened.
"I don't know!" the man shouted with a cry: "I really don't know, I only know a riddle! He only told me to bring the riddle to you!"
Batman didn't speak, just looked behind him. A handsome boy wearing a blue suit, a red cape, and his underwear appeared behind him.
"Hey, Bateman." Superman greeted with a smile: "Still working at this late hour?"
Batman didn't speak, but stared at the villain below, letting him call the police, then flicked his cape and disappeared into the darkness.
Superman shrugged helplessly, looked at the groaning villain below, and said, "Do you need me to take you to the police station?"
But before the bad guy could say anything, he shook his head: "Forget it, I'll make him very unhappy by running to Gotham. You'd better make the call yourself."
The villain opened his eyes wide and looked at Superman flying away, his eyes full of shit.
I saw your thick eyebrows and big eyes. I thought you were a superman even though you wore your underwear outside, but you were still a good person. I didn’t expect you to be such a bitch!
Two drops of water streaked across the villain's face. No one knew whether they were tears or rain. He picked up the phone in pain and called the Gotham Police Department: "Hello, police? I want to report the crime. Batman intentionally hurt people!"
"Hey Bruce, you know, I was going to call you and tell you, but you didn't answer the phone..."
Batman looked at this friend with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and an upright face. He had the sexiest butt in the world and his mouth on his chin slowly formed a figure eight shape. He said to Superman: "If you have something to say, tell me quickly, Clark. When did you learn bad things from Barry?"
Clark Kent touched his head, smiled honestly, and then said seriously: "I just went to check it out. It was a large explosion. It was some distance from the earth and had no impact. But if it exploded on the earth, it might destroy a city. strength."
"I know." Batman nodded, narrowing his eyes habitually, and began to think about where this sudden explosion came from.
He glanced at Clark, who was unaware, and said, "Clark."
"Huh?" Clark tilted his head and looked at him, his innocent eyes filled with innocence that he had never seen before, "What are we going to do, Bruce?"
"I understand, I will pay attention to this matter." Batman said, "You can go."
"FXXK!"
Karl opened his eyes, and he couldn't help cursing due to the severe pain that spread throughout his body.
He first looked at the surrounding scenery and found that he was lying in an alley. There was nothing on his naked body. Only the mask on his head remained. In the distance, he could see a child carrying a plastic bag. The bag ran away.
What made him feel even more uncomfortable was the severe pain that was felt all over his body all the time.
"Viv?" he called, but received no response.
"venom?"
Still no one responded, only a bat hanging upside down under the streetlight at the exit of the alley, baring its fangs at him.
Karl first shrank into a trash can. He looked at his poor body and felt a little bad.
Karl raised his hand. There was no intact skin on his hand. The flesh and blood seemed to be exposed. You could even see them squirming. Severe pain and huge itching came at the same time. Karl gritted his teeth and shivered behind the trash can. .
pain! It hurts so much!
At the moment of the explosion, the badge with the smiley face moved slightly, and an idea suddenly appeared in his heart. He could use this badge to take away the explosion, but Karl did not expect the consequences to be so serious.
Dr. Manhattan's gift from the Quantum God naturally has supreme power, but it can only guarantee that Carl will survive, but it cannot guarantee how he will survive.
Even though he was teleported to the ground, thousands of miles away from the explosion site, the violent radiation and heat at the moment of the explosion still caused him serious injuries, but it seemed that something had changed, which Karl's Observer's Eye could observe His body continued to disintegrate and then recover again.
This is not the coexisting state of cancer-like recovery and disintegration like Deadpool, but more like the gradual disintegration of the part of the body that belonged to ordinary humans and replaced it with another more powerful form.
Good guy, am I no longer a human being?
Carl thought carefully about his bank balance. It seemed that it did not exceed a hundred dollars. The sponsorship funds he took from the gangsters were all used on the uniforms. Now the uniforms are in bad condition and have been stolen. Only the black braised egg head was retained. Thinking about it this way, I can be regarded as a standard poor guy.
That's okay.
Karl was planning to rely on technology to change his destiny, but after struggling for a long time, he became a poor man. Now it makes sense to say that he relied on mutation.
Karl got out calmly. The skin on his body was like rotten avocado with ketchup. He looked very scary, especially with the large swing stick hanging on his crotch, which made him look more like a pervert. But Karl No fear at all.
Nonsense, my brother is wearing a mask on his face, what are you afraid of!
As soon as he walked out of the alley, he saw a bullet flying past his scalp, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated into the alley.
"What the hell is this Gotham?" Carl thought for a while. There seemed to be no other place in the DC world except Gotham. Satan shook his head after seeing such simple folk customs.
"Venom?" Carl, who was half a useless person, panicked. He hurriedly shouted: "Come and help me!"
"Bang!" A new round of firecrackers started in front. If it weren't for America, Carl would have thought it was celebrating the New Year somewhere.
He huddled hard behind the trash can, cursing the venom in his heart, but something didn't seem right about the venom, hiding in his body and sleeping soundly.
The rain in Gotham became heavier and heavier, and the Chicago typewriter and the sound of rain began a piercing and beautiful symphony. This symphony scared Carl in the trash can to dance, but it also gave Carl an opportunity.
A figure rolled into the alley. He was holding a Glock pistol in his hand. The rain stained his clothes and made him look miserable.
"You really want to take action against me?" the man shouted, "I'm working for the Riddler!"
A man walked in, holding the famous Chicago typewriter in his hand, and smiled miserably at him: "I know, but you shouldn't take action against the Copot family!"
"No one in this city can tolerate Kobe Porter!"
"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and the man's chest bloomed with bloody flowers, and the Glock in his hand was thrown to Karl's feet during his struggle.
Carl held his breath and quietly picked up the pistol, but he was accidentally seen by the younger brother of the Cobot family.
"Boss! There are people there!"
The gangster of the Cobblepot family turned around, holding the Chicago typewriter, and looked at the shadow beside the trash can, and sure enough he spotted a figure.
"Sorry, friend!" The man raised his gun and aimed at Karl: "You should understand our rules."
With the sound of a gunshot, the younger brothers of the Cobot family saw the famous Red Flower Double Sticks in their gang fall to the ground, and a figure came out from behind the trash can and looked at them: "Rules? Penguin has bullshit rules!" There are only two people in Gotham who have the rules, why the hell do you think I don’t know how to do it!”
The younger brothers of the Cobot family were all shocked. It’s not because they were unprofessional, but because this man was so shocking. It shocked my mother for a hundred years!
He is like a firefly in the dark, so bright and outstanding, with that melancholic black braised egg head, the lamentable large stick swing, the miraculous shooting skills, and the life that can still be seen clearly in the dark. The tomato sauce's rotten avocado-like skin completely blew them away.
"Mystery...ahem!" The man who was shot in the chest by a Thompson submachine gun suddenly said: "Mystery, the riddle is..."
He tried to raise his head, blood was flowing from his mouth, but his eyes were still full of hope: "The riddle is, I have no fingers but I can point, no arms but I can hit, no feet but I can run."
He gradually lost strength, but still tried to say: "Save my child, Batman!"
Only then did Carl discover that a large bat had stood on the street lamp at some point. His reflection was entangled with the street lamp, just like a large bat hanging upside down from the street lamp.
Batman nodded and looked at the naked weirdo wearing a black hood.
"Who are you?" This strange outfit gave him a bad feeling, especially since the bad guys in Gotham were cropping one after another like endless leeks recently, which made him a little tired.
"I'm your fan, Bateman!" Karl said happily: "Look, I just got rid of harm for the people."
Batman did see it, one shot was fatal, a clean shot was fatal, which made this weirdo's danger level in his heart increase a lot.
In particular, he looked as if he was seriously ill.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Karl rushed over and took off the pants of the Cobot family gangster and put them on himself.
Batman looked at this seemingly normal but abnormal behavior, and his evaluation of Carl was constantly changing.
"You just said that there are only two people in Gotham who keep their word. Who do you think they are?"
"Who else could it be?" Carl subconsciously regarded Batman and Bruce Wayne as the same person and said, "Of course it's the Joker and Batman?"
"Joker?" Batman repeated, his voice sounding colder and colder. The remaining gangsters began to tremble, but Carl didn't care at all.
Carl, who was a loyal fan of Batman in his previous life, subconsciously thought that he was a good person, and subconsciously ignored how abnormal his external performance looked. Instead, he asked honestly: "Isn't it? Can Cobbler and Colbert be together?" Clown ratio?”
Batman narrowed his eyes and jumped down from the street lamp. His cloak cut through the darkness, blowing a gust of night wind. He looked at the shocking skin on the weirdo in front of him, pursed his lips and asked, "You admire him?" "
"Not really. I'm a good person. How could I admire such a bad guy?" Karl said, "The one I admire most is you, Bateman."
Batman stared at him, wondering whether it was appropriate for this person to be Robin or to be sent to Arkham to be with the Joker, but Carl's next words made him firm in his mind: "Except for your no-kill principle Other than that I don’t support it, I admire you.”
Karl only felt darkness in front of his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.
"Send him to Arkham and then turn himself in, do you understand?" Batman stared coldly at these young bastards who had just joined the industry. Each of these young people was so frightened that they trembled all over. One idiot who failed to live up to his expectations even peed. out.
"Understood!" A man came out tremblingly and said, "We will do it."
Batman flicked his cape and disappeared, and the group of young guys who had just joined the industry immediately exploded.
"How about we kill this lunatic, and then the boss of the cannon fodder family will protect us."
"Idiot!" The idiot who had just peed his pants became confused and shouted: "Batman will kill us, do you think the boss will protect us? No! He himself is afraid of Batman, he will only Throw us out and make us take the blame!”
The person who stood up looked at his colleagues and looked down on him: "This guy is right, the boss will not offend Batman because of you wastes!"
"Listen to me, after throwing this pervert into Arkham, we will escape and escape to Central City. It is said that the environment there is good and the Flash is a good person." He looked at his friends around him and said, "I'm fed up with Gotham. This is a mess, we can definitely make a difference if we go there!"
"Okay, let's do it!" Everyone happily lifted Carl and walked towards Arkham.
