There are always one or two lights on in the dark night, but keeping these lights on will only deepen the fear in your heart, instead of making you think, "Ah, as long as I stand under the light, no ghosts will come out to catch me." "Such an idea.
Such thoughts only come to mind when the quilt is on the bed.
Arkham is obviously that kind of scary place. A few gangsters came to Gotham City's 5A tourist attraction, a world-famous tourist attraction, in fear. They threw everything in their hands and took it out. A piece of wire pried open an old-looking car outside Arkham, and then drove away.
When Carl woke up, he saw darkness.
"Batman, I x you x!" Carl doesn't care if Martha is the passcode of the DC universe, he just wants to curse, Batman is such a fucking bitch, he treats him well but he sends himself to Arkham ?
Is this how you repay your fans?
Of course, Karl couldn't shout even if he wanted to. In the dark room, there was only a slight light coming from the gap in the iron door.
Karl found sadly that not only was he in terrible pain all over his body, but he was also unable to move.
His body was tightly wrapped in restraints, but fortunately Arkham was professional enough not to take off the mask on his head. Carl could only struggle in the chair, but there was nothing he could do.
He struggled for a moment, and the severe pain in his body gradually sapped his energy. Karl's eyes became dull. He did nothing but looked ahead quietly.
Ah ah ah ah ah! The power of my king! Batman, you deserve death!
As we all know, mental hospitals are a good place. People with mental illness will be energetic when they go there, and people who are not mentally ill will be energetic when they go there. Gee, Chinese characters are profound and profound!
While Carl was studying hard and amusing himself, scolding Batman in his mind, he was inexplicably... What was Batman doing?
Batman is still doing justice!
The Riddler, who has high hopes from countless people, still hasn't been able to get out of Gotham. At this moment, he is waiting for Batman to complete the riddle and beat him up before imprisoning him in Arkham.
Don't be surprised, Gotham's villains are all this kind of urinary. Most of them are in large-scale star chasing scenes. In addition to serious gangsters like Penguin, pure love war gods like Mr. Freeze, and environmental protectors like Poison Ivy. In addition, most villains hope that they can attract the attention of Batman, then be discovered by him, beaten up, imprisoned in Arkham, escape again, beaten up again, and imprisoned in Arkham again. Cam...
In short, Batman and his harem have been playing this game for more than ten years, and they still enjoy it.
But today, Batman is really a little irritable. The Riddler always looks dry, numb, not round at all, and his hands are even worse than the Joker's.
Who the hell wants to solve dozens of puzzles and see a cuckold looking at him and say, haha, is my puzzle fun?
Batman didn't think it was fun. The sudden rise of the sun tonight made him a little uncomfortable. Although he had asked Nightwing to cooperate with the young man named Cyborg to keep an eye on what was going on there, he still had some doubts in his heart.
Was it the restless people in the military who caused the trouble? Is it a secret experiment by the government, or is Amanda Waller's dirty eyes at work?
Batman can't wait to beat up the Riddler and go back to the Batcave to find out what's going on.
As for Superman... it's not that he doesn't trust his good friend, but Clark doesn't know why. Every time he does things with him, his IQ plummets. On the contrary, it returns to normal when he does things alone.
Batman wants a Superman with a functioning brain, not a puppet with his brain hanging on his body.
He solved the previous riddle and came to the bell tower, where he saw the next riddle left by the Riddler.
Batman's face showed no expression, but he quietly clenched his fists.
Don't let me catch you, Riddler.
"Hello! Is there anyone?"
There was a noisy sound in Karl's ears, the sound was like a rat in the sewer accidentally knocking on the unique unique food left in the poisonous insect excrement...
The most important thing is that this sound is inherently annoying, and you will subconsciously reject it and stay away from it, but this sound gets into your heart like an old hemorrhoid in your backyard that is hard to remove.
Hey, it's strange, why do old hemorrhoids get into my heart?
In short, the moment he heard this voice, Karl already started thinking wildly.
"Is anyone there? Hehehe, I'm so lonely, so lonely. That damn Bat boy locked me up here so that he could go out and be happy alone. That damn guy tortured me so badly!"
No, buddy, are you okay? The tone of your words sounds like Batman has abandoned you all the time. Although he is an out-and-out scumbag, even a high-quality fan like himself is mercilessly imprisoned. Play, but what level are you, worthy enough for me to abandon you?
"Hey, aren't you awake yet? I heard you cursing before, why didn't you say anything?"
"You're not dead, are you?"
"Batman couldn't have killed you with his own hands, right? He accidentally struck too hard and killed someone unintentionally. That would be great, hehehehehehe, that's great!"
No, what do you mean by that idiotic smile? Why do you sound like a crazy critic?
Damn it, don't go crazy here, you bastard!
That voice kept talking, and Carl's mind began to gradually become confused. He couldn't even calm down to seriously study the technology in the Eye of the Observer. That voice was more alluring than the devil's hell, just like A cute kitten acts cute towards you, then stretches out its cute pink paw and slaps you...
Karl trembled all over, his physiological function brought him back to reality, and at the same time, he understood who was around him.
No, Batman is definitely seriously ill. Why do you want me to be around this guy? Do you really want me to die? Damn Bruce Wayne, no wonder you are an orphan, you trash sword-mound waste rich second generation!
Woohoo, I was so angry when I heard the last sentence, why are you the second generation of rich people?
Carl felt that his spirit was indeed a little abnormal. The area-damage skill Demon's Whisper next door had lowered his sanity a lot, and the memetic pollution comparable to Cthulhu made him want to kill Batman. Responsible bastard.
"The neighbor next door, are you listening?" Karl suddenly said: "Can you shut up? Is it because no one has blocked your broken mouth, so you spit out shit without restraint? ah!"
