Yes, yes, yes! That's it!
The Scarecrow's eyes were sharp. After seeing that the face revealed after Batman took off his hood was actually Lynn's face, he figured out everything at once.
Why is Batman such a contradictory being? Why is he always surrounded by things that he clearly fears and hates? Why is he so calm and rational when he should be mad long ago? Why is he always able to kill with all his heart? At the same time, no one was killed...
Because he didn't restrain himself at all!
Because he himself has never escaped any fear or desire to kill!
As Batman, he tied his arms and restricted himself to a framework of rules, roaring in vain.
But when this guy took off the bat hood and turned into Lynn, he knocked down the so-called wall in his heart and handed over all the rules and tolerance to the fake Batman.
"No wonder Batman and Lynn, two people so different from each other, can live in such weird harmony..."
Because they are basically two identities of one person! !
So excited that his little tongue trembled, Scarecrow saw through Batman's conspiracy and his shocking scam to deceive the entire Gotham.
Do you want to expose his shameless lies?
No, of course not.
The current Batman, the real Batman who has seen through all disguises, is more interesting, more valuable for research, and more worthy of being killed than the previous one, right?
"Haha, this is fate."
In the darkness, the scarecrow hiding behind the old furniture took out two small bottles.
Now that Batman has revealed his true face, does it prove that the unreasonable things in the previous speculations may actually be true?
for example……
He was not teetering on the edge of silent madness.
He has gone crazy.
And the appearance of [Lynn]’s identity is the best evidence!
[Batman] is [Lynn] who stands on the side of order.
[Lynn] is [Batman] standing on the side of chaos.
In essence, the two of them are the same person, a crazy, pathetic, schizophrenic lunatic!
The thing he fears is himself! !
His eyes were dull and his pupils were shaking violently. The Scarecrow knew that he had finally discovered the most essential thing behind everything.
Batman has gone crazy.
With trembling hands and feet, he took a step, and the small bottle fell from his hand to the ground. At the Scarecrow's feet, which was almost unable to control himself due to excitement, the liquid flowing out of the two small bottles slowly flowed, merged together, and formed a ball. The erratic mist gradually spread.
……………………
"well……"
Lin En only felt a little tired.
The ring is very useful, that’s true. But these clones seemed a little too happy.
Linn really didn't want to admit that these guys were actually him.
How can one person have so many personalities and different hobbies, unless he is crazy.
Asking them to find the hidden god, Linn saw all his cash being spent by these guys the next day.
Just do something serious, that's all.
Is it possible for humans to exchange more than a thousand yuan in change and queue up to ride a rocking car? !
When the store owner called the police, Gordon almost went crazy.
What does it mean: There are more than thirty Batmans lining up in front of my store to play with the rocker?
Is that some weird doomsday battlefield? !
The call went to Alfred, then to Bruce, then to Lynn.
Lin En was very angry after hearing this, so he also put on a bat hood and rode a bicycle to beat up the clones.
Then Gordon received a new report.
What does it mean: Here comes another Batman on a bike who beats all the Batmans up into smoke?
Is this still Gotham?
Due to helplessness and pressure from Gordon, Linn had to go into battle personally, dividing the activities of the clones according to urban areas, and trying to cause a small impact under the premise of big actions.
So far, it seems that this trick is still very effective. Lynn also discovered the key to the problem.
That is: these clones cannot be allowed to gather together. The more people there are, the louder and more outrageous the noise will be.
It was just a mere street fight. The three clones came over and not only failed to stop the gangsters who were so ruthless for no apparent reason, but were particularly brave and ignorant of pain, they started the fight directly. And because no one had any money. And internal strife broke out.
Just hit him. Anyway, he will lose face to the old bat. What does it have to do with me, Linn?
But if the bat hood is pulled off during a fight, revealing his face as Lynn, that won't work!
"Stop~!"
Linn took decisive action and stopped this egregious case of infringement of portrait rights in time before anyone discovered it.
But even though there was so much fun here, Lin En found that those gangsters were still crying and attacking each other with red eyes.
"So, these clones are not wrong. There is indeed something wrong here."
Lin En was a little bit hesitant.
At this moment, he vaguely smelled a strange and sweet smell.
"This is……?"
Hearing a clanging sound in his ears, Lin En's vision blurred, and his feet were unsteady. After a moment of swaying, the scenery in front of him was completely different.
He smelled the pungent smell of blood, his palms were greasy and full of red, he was holding a sharp knife, and he heard sharp screams...
"How come I...killed the pig again?"
At this time, Lin En suddenly appeared in a place he was very familiar with.
"Something's not right..."
The screaming big pig suddenly stopped wailing, his eyes were calm, he turned his fat body, looked at Lin En, and said in human words: "It's my turn to kill you."
Before he finished speaking, Linn felt severe pain in his abdomen, and his legs began to feel weak.
Lowering his head, Lin En saw that the knife was held by a standing man with indifferent eyes, and stabbed into his stomach.
"you……"
Lin En spit out blood and fell to the ground weakly. He stretched out his hand in pain and struggled hard to ask: "You...your hand...how do you hold the knife with your pig claws~
If you stab me again, I will kill you! "
The counterattack reversed again and again in an instant. Lin En looked at the big fat pig dead on the chopping board in front of him, and felt vaguely that something was wrong.
Taking a step back, something lay across the back of his knees. Linn looked back and found a white hospital bed.
"Arkham...Hospital? Huh? This is..."
When he looked back, there was no big fat pig or chopping board. He was not in the Arkham ward and had just woken up.
"This dream is a bit too evil."
How can a pig hold a knife? Really~~
Lying back on the bed, Lin still felt that something was wrong.
"What's wrong...ah!"
He remembered.
I haven’t taken my medicine yet today.
"Hey, doctor~nurse! Is anyone there? Someone has escaped from prison here. Someone is taking care of it but no one is taking care of it~!"
There was no one, not a sound.
Lin En suddenly realized, why does this room seem to have no windows?
The walls suddenly began to vibrate, the ceiling was falling, the walls were fitting together, and the room shrunk in an instant, while Linn stood there blankly, thoughtfully, as if he was frightened by the terrifying public space in Gotham.
Stretching out his hand, Linn glanced at his palm.
There is nothing there.
"Something's wrong..."
He raised his head again, looked at the wall that was gradually approaching him, and murmured to himself: "So, will there be sharp knives and iron thorns on this thing?"
bass!
Sharp iron thorns really appeared on the wall, and the sharp edges and tips shone with a cold light.
"So, these things will hurt me, but they won't kill me."
Iron thorns pierced Lin's chest, abdomen, limbs, eyes...
Lin En clearly felt the pain of every wound, but she just couldn't die.
"So, will these walls turn into gentle, considerate big sisters that are curved forward and backward?"
The iron sting stopped trembling.
"So, these things will become...eh? Why are they gone! I'm scared to cry just looking at them!"
After falling down on the gravel, Linn curled his lips, patted the dust, and stood up.
"Oh, it's all an illusion, it doesn't scare me..."
"Forest……"
"Hey~~! Who! Who!"
This sudden sound interrupted Linn's speech.
Turning back in the direction of the sound, Linn saw half a person lying on the pile of rocks behind him.
Green, the whole body is green.
"Oliver?"
"Lin... you are right, we should not trust him. Your efforts have failed... I, we, we all..."
"If you don't finish your words today, I guarantee that you will die by my sword whether you live or not."
The Cang Lang Lang sword was unsheathed, and Lin En held the big sword and pointed at the dying Oliver Queen, without any emotion in his eyes.
"who is he."
"...Clark...Kent..."
After saying this, Oliver, who was already dying, completely lost his voice.
As for Lin En, his face was still expressionless. In fact, he paid far more attention to the sword in his hand than the half Oliver lying on the ground, which was already cold.
"Tch, nothing new."
Stepping on the gravel, Linn climbed up step by step towards the backlit side.
When he finally stood at the highest point, Lin En finally saw what the world looked like.
Gotham.
It can be vaguely seen that this place still looks like Gotham.
However, the once prosperous metropolis is now bathed in a sea of fire. Broken walls and ruins are everywhere.
Lynn found the other half of Oliver's body here. It was obvious that he was injured here.
At the same time, Lynn also saw other people.
"well……"
An acquaintance in every sense of the word.
"Here is Oliver with only half of him left. Is that... Cyborg? It's all rusty."
The thing twisted into a ball and squeezed into an irregular ball should be the elder and one of the key members of Zhenglian: Cyborg.
Lying next to him, his sternum was collapsed and his orifices were bleeding. The one who is all red and has a lightning bolt logo on both sides of his head in his uniform should be The Flash.
The one skewered by a fork, with his head raised and his hands hanging down, covered in unicorn armor, should be the King of the Sea.
The green one frozen in the ice should be Green Lantern.
The one who was burned to death was Brother Martian.
Beheaded...
"Oh, Diana, this is such a waste... Where's the old bat? Isn't he dead?"
Linn glanced around, and finally saw Batman in the distance, being held up by his neck and struggling in vain. He was also looking here.
Lynn saw his open mouth, but couldn't hear the sound he made.
Lin En saw the hand he stretched out here, and also watched it fall weakly.
"call……"
Linn saw the man in black robes and armor, with a sneer on his lips, Clark Kent.
At this time, he was squeezing Batman's neck and twisting it slightly.
The head dropped to the side weakly, Batman was also dead.
"So, it's my turn this time! I'm going to die~ I'm going to die~"
Linn jumped with his left foot, then his right foot, shaking his hands, and ran over.
"Clark, are you going to kill me?"
"No, Lynn. I hope you make the right choice."
Standing in front of the blackened Clark, Linn's curious questions received vague answers.
"Lynn, I hope you can recognize yourself and stand here with us."
"us?"
"Yes."
Clark nodded: "We."
Immediately, Linn saw those people suddenly appearing behind Clark, whose cloak automatically lifted into the air without wind.
It turns out that the so-called "us" refers to the blackened Superhero, Darkseid whose eyes are glowing red, the clown with green hair who is snickering, and the shadowy figures behind them, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. Many figures.
"Oh Well."
A stiff smile appeared on Linn's face.
"I also want to see how well I can blend in among you guys."
………………
Batman had stood there without moving for a long time.
This is inconsistent with the scarecrow’s expectations and experiences.
At least not entirely.
He had fallen prey to the poison of fear gas, there was no doubt about it.
But there were no panicked movements, no hysterical shouting, no desperate dodging and meaningless crying.
The only Batman, the real Batman, just stood there, head slightly lowered, almost motionless.
He just sighed softly, looked at his palms, shook his head, and made no further moves.
The Scarecrow holding the scythe knew that as long as he slashed the scythe on the neck of Batman in front of him, the Gotham legend would die in this nameless alley without any trouble.
The sickle was raised high, and after a long time, it slowly fell down.
The Scarecrow was still unwilling to give up, just like a candidate who solved the problem until the end and knew the answer soon, but found that the wrong question was not counted as a grade.
It was a kind of inexplicable unwillingness.
After all, he hasn't yet learned the answer to what he wants to know most.
"Batman...what are you afraid of? What did you see and what did you insist on...
In the end, do you want to be Batman or Lynn..."
Stretching out his hand, Scarecrow wanted to lift Batman's mask.
But he was stopped by a long sigh, and his fingers stopped in Batman's eyes.
"As expected, it's you... It's such a pity."
Snapped.
A hand grabbed the scarecrow's hand, and the laughter through the voice changer sounded extremely strange and discordant.
"Hehehe...don't you want to know what I saw and what I'm afraid of?"
Linn pulled off the bat mask on his face, revealing a face covered in sweat, and said in a hoarse voice: "See for yourself, and you will know."
[Externalization of inner demons]!
Just for a moment, the scarecrow saw that Lin En's body continued to grow taller and bigger. His body had completely out-of-proportion, with longer arms and legs, a curved back, and a long and narrow face...
The Batman who takes off his mask is Lynn.
He is also a giant scarecrow who is five meters tall and has a hoarse laugh.
"Now, what do you see."
The huge scarecrow bent down, smiled strangely, and put his face in front of the small scarecrow: "Are you also looking directly at the fear in your heart?
Mr. Scarecrow. "
(End of chapter)
