Dark, gloomy.
This is the Batcave. Countless people have imagined what it would be like, but only a few have actually gotten a glimpse of it - ever.
At this time, this place has been visited by countless villains, and its mysterious veil has completely faded away.
In the cell, the clown's mouth and nose were covered in blood, and he was tied up on a bed.
Ten seconds after being brought into the room by Bain, he launched a surprise attack, trying to hurt Bain and break out of the cage, but he obviously underestimated Bain's strength.
The opponent broke the bridge of his nose with just one punch, and this was when he restrained his strength. Otherwise, with Bain's punch power exceeding tens of tons, this one blow would be enough to crush his forehead. A normal person would probably faint from the pain immediately after receiving such an attack, but the clown looked normal.
His head was fixed and unable to move, so he rolled his eyelids up and watched Bain's actions as much as possible.
He was unhappy.
The clown should have known that he would never be the only one to visit the Batcave for so many years, just as he knew very well that the tree-lined path that many people yearned for was actually covered with hoarfrost every morning and night.
But knowing one thing and seeing it with your own eyes is another.
So he was unhappy, very, very unhappy.
However, the Joker did not choose to show this emotion.
"Oh, look. Who is that?"
Bain ignored him, and the clown said to himself:
"Isn't this our dear beefcake, our Ronnie Coleman? Look at you. Staggering around in your exaggerated armor, pretending to be some super powerful criminal."
(Note: Ronnie Coleman, a famous bodybuilder and eight-time Olympia champion, broke his spine in his later years and had to have 10 screws inserted, but it still failed to stop him from sitting in a wheelchair. The clown here is mocking Bane knelt down to Batman, with the intention of pointing out that the other man failed to break Batman's spine and that he had broken it first.)
"Don't tell me your brain was enhanced with venom, or did you just gain a few grams?"
"Tell me, Bane, do you think Batman really sees you as an equal partner? Or are you just his useful little toy?
"I guess you secretly pray every day that Batman will trip over a banana peel so that you can take his place! Poor Bane, your loyalty will only bring you the whipping and ridicule of Batman, And I, the Joker, only need one chance to send that bat head rolling to hell!”
Bain was unmoved. He knew that the clown never thought that these clumsy alienations and ridicules could shake his mind from the beginning to the end. These were just means to distract him. He blinked, always paying attention to the possibility of the other party escaping from the straitjacket.
The clown continued to shout crazily:
"People say you're a 'powerful stupid monster', and it seems they're half right. Is your IQ as strong as your muscles? Or are you just thinking about your next chance to smash a wall?"
Bain's face was expressionless as he arranged the things in his hands. The Joker seemed to have given up trying to persuade him. He deflected his gaze as much as possible and saw many needles and threads inside Bane's bag.
"Want to thread a needle? Synthetic muscle oil? Are you good at needlework?"
"Batman sent you to do something like this? Whoa, what are you going to do? Hey, can't we just chat more like classmates?"
Bain put on surgical gloves and then a mask. The clown guessed what he was going to do, and a twisted smile appeared on his face.
"I'm like a bird full of anticipation, my belly button is opening and closing in anticipation."
Bain didn't say anything. He came over and grabbed the clown's hair. Then, the strong man with his face covered lifted the scalpel and cut the skin of the dragon fruit with sharp hands and feet. Then with a little force, he completely peeled off the skin of the dragon fruit. .
"Oh, this hurts so much, Veal."
The clown's eyes twitched wildly. Since the angle of rotation of his neck was blocked, he could only let the blood trickle down like melted ice cream, making his whole face stained with sweat like it was a hot day.
Bane didn't use anesthesia. The pain, which was enough to make a person faint, seemed to be completely insensitive to the clown.
No, he had feelings.
Bain observed the expression on the other person's face. The twitching physiological reaction was not deceiving, but he did not want to show pain in front of him. Pain in Bane's presence does not please the Joker, and most importantly -
There is no fear at all.
Bain carefully assessed the Joker's mental state in his mind again. He realized that even if the other person felt pain, the pain would not induce any negative emotions at all. Instead, it would stimulate positive emotions, but he didn't want to show it now. That’s all.
To put it simply, the Joker was in pain, but he was happy, but because the person in front of him was not Batman, he didn't want to show it to Bane.
How twisted and perverted.
Bain shook his head and shouted to the side: "Give me the saw!"
Arnold, the diligent maid, quickly brought the chainsaw.
The ventriloquist held up the circular chainsaw on a cake tray. His movements were as graceful as holding an after-dinner snack.
The Batman toy in his hand screams: "Beautiful, so beautiful! This beautiful chainsaw!"
Bain couldn't stand this sick old maid anymore.
He took the circular chainsaw, and then knocked the ventriloquist on the forehead. After letting the other person cover his head and walk away with a question mark on his face, he carefully cut open the skull under the clown's scalp. It's as gentle as cooking a dish of hot oil monkey brains.
He said: "This is my first time to do brain surgery. Although I have been studying on my own for a while, I originally wanted to learn it longer before actually doing it."
"Oh," the clown said, "I'm really scared... uh uh uh uh uh!"
The next second, Bain fixed countless small metal wires connected to the computer on his brain, one for each area. He used glue to stick these metal wires on roughly. His movements were simple and rough, and any A medical student would be stunned to see such a scene of random operation.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."
The clown screamed like a siren, and the ventriloquist in a maid costume carefully controlled the huge computer next to him. He said, "It's almost done."
Bain nodded, and then the bald Black with ulcers on his face walked in from outside.
He regained his composure in an instant, and Bain couldn't figure out whether his howl just now was in real pain or just pretending.
"Wow, what's this Chick Babos for?"
(Note: Chick, a member of the famous American comedy duo, has a bald head like Black, who has lost his hair.)
Bain maneuvered Black to the side of the huge computer.
Then he walked to the clown's hospital bed, and as expected, he found that the clown's restraints were slightly cut. It seemed that he was trying to cut the corset just now under the pretense of howling in pain.
Bane re-reinforced it.
"Oh, come on, Muscle Man. This isn't fun anymore," the Joker said.
Ventriloquist Arnold kept tapping on the computer, and then said:
"It's ready, Bane, every connecting wire has been connected to part of the Joker's brain."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Bane ignored the strange noises made by the clown. He took out a piece of cloth and stuffed it into the clown's mouth. While doing so, he broke several of the clown's teeth with his fingers.
Immediately afterwards, he first reproduced the operation on the clown on the forehead of the bald zombie Blake, and then also used countless metal wires connected to the computer to connect to the white jelly in Blake's skull, and then on Wash away some of the sweet and fragrant juice flowing out of the jelly in the sink next to it.
Then he loaded a huge hemispherical thing on Blake's head and pushed him and the machine to the corner of the room.
He turned around and walked up to the clown.
"That, that...Bain, we have rehearsed these before, that...you can go out, Bain."
The ventriloquist said timidly: "Batman mentioned that when it is activated, I can only be alone in the room."
He said: "I already know how to operate Black, so..."
"You talk too much, let me talk."
The baby bat in his hand interrupted him: "Bain, if you still don't leave, do you want to do something? I warn you not to be so stupid..."
"Shut up."
Bain only said one sentence, and the ventriloquist fell silent.
He took the cloth off the clown's mouth.
"Is there something you want to tell me? Veal steak?"
"Yes I have."
Bain said.
"Okay, lamb chops, what are they?"
the clown asked.
Bain rubbed his forehead and then said:
"Does that... bother you? Does it bother you at all? Seriously."
"...Batman sees me as his rival more than you."
The clown is struck by lightning.
"Hahahahahaha!" Bain suddenly stamped his feet, slapped the table, took off his hood, grinned from the corners of his mouth to his ears, and laughed loudly:
"He'll never fall in love with you, sweetheart, and you can keep bringing trouble to his city, but he'll never take you to the prom!"
"You were so happy that you thought you could participate in that ceremony, but in the end he just tied you here and let me manipulate you, hahaha, hahaha, ahhahahahaha!"
"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you idiot, I'm going to chop off your organ and drink it, I'm going to--wuwuwu--"
Bane stuffed the piece of cloth back into the clown's mouth, and then returned to his aloof and indifferent look, as if it wasn't him who was laughing wildly just now.
The ventriloquist looked at the maniacal laughter he had just shown and felt extremely frightened.
"I'm fine. Arnold," Bain said.
"Continue to follow the plan." He put on the hood again, and then patted the other party's shoulder in a friendly manner: "After all, we are all working hard to save this planet. At least from a human standpoint, we are the same .”
He said: "As for what happens next -"
"We'll talk about it later."
He turned around briskly and walked out of the small room, like a little girl who had received a gift.
Weird, how could such a sense of sight arise?
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"I...I didn't expect your preparations."
Brainiac was silent for a while, then he waved his hand and closed the useless space transmission channel.
"My calculations are that your desires will overwhelm your reason."
"It's impossible for you to give up on these Doomsdays. Even if you guessed that I could control them, you would try to use your own methods to get past me and control them."
"You will never give up such a powerful combat power as Doomsday. Your greed should have blinded your reason. This is unreasonable."
Then he heard Batman's voice: "I am my own master, Brainiac. I am not like you. I will not treat knowledge like a miser holding gold. I use them for the benefit of all mankind." .”
"Wrong, you use knowledge to enhance yourself. You are eager to dominate everything one day. I have seen through you a long time ago. You are no different from Luther. The last time you and I met, you were just like Luther. Fighting like a dog for the knowledge I throw at you."
"I have read Luthor's heart, and I know what is going on in his bare head. If he sees you now, Batman, Luthor will go crazy with jealousy. You have become The savior of humanity, as you want to be—a protector of humanity?”
"Even as you pursue things that may bring about self-awareness for others, you have never succeeded in examining your own heart? Are you unable to witness your own ambition? Unable to admit that you are in the heart of becoming a savior? pleasure?"
"You're just trying to piss me off."
Chen Tao said: "Come on, these things have no effect on me. Compared to your nonsense..."
He turned his head and looked at his teammates whose foreheads were gradually lighting up: "What you did to my lovely teammates made me care even more."
"So that's why I say I see your true nature, Batman."
Brainiac said: "You can obviously board my spaceship alone, but you have to bring this group of so-called helpers."
He said: "Your success needs people to support you, and your victory needs the presence of cheerers, which is why you have to bring them. Arrogant vanity controls your behavior and makes you do irrational things." Your actions ultimately led to your failure."
Chen Tao turned his head and saw Deathstroke taking off his mask.
His forehead began to turn green, and pink light spots appeared one after another, exactly three.
"You underestimated my telepathic ability. I am not sitting on this spaceship, I am this spaceship. You bringing them to my spaceship is equivalent to taking them into my tiger's mouth."
He said: "I originally thought of manipulating you directly, but Lex Luthor exposed your trump card in advance. Due to the crazy thoughts you stored in your mind last time, I will not be stupid enough to continue attacking you. Got my brain."
He spread his hands, and Chen Tao saw pink dots of light, living wires, and bombshells lighting up on the foreheads of every teammate. They quickly turned green in just a few seconds and became Brainiac. puppet.
"No one can resist Brainiac's mental control at such a close distance. The so-called teammates you brought are just puppets that I can control with the snap of my fingers."
Deathstroke's blade turned towards Batman. He was still somewhat conscious, but unable to control the movements of his hands.
Black Manta turned around expressionlessly, and the two red lasers on his helmet lit up. He stretched out a hand to grab his helmet, but he couldn't control his will to charge the helmet.
The living wire's sea-blue face surged with electricity toward Batman.
Chen Tao knew that they would become completely puppets in a few seconds.
"How stupid, Batman."
Brainiac said:
"Resistance is futile. You must welcome my victory, Brainiac's victory."
Then the next second, he saw all of Batman's teammates taking out a pink pill and swallowing it in their mouths.
(End of chapter)
