Gotham.
Tonight is a good time for murder, robbery, and all kinds of crime. Of course, it's also a good time for Batman to show up.
The long street was filled with hazy fog.
The thin gauze that should have been pure white was dyed pitch black under the night, like dark clouds rolling over the earth.
Bane puts on Batman's uniform. His body merged with the night, which made him feel inexplicably at ease.
This Batman uniform was made by himself when he faced Batman for the first time.
Even after a long time, the words Penguin said at that time still echoed in his mind to this day.
"...Bane is no Batman...so let me give you a simple fact...my handsome ally. No matter how many killers and brawny men you bring from Santa Prisca, bro Tan has been through worse—"
"They are not afraid of you."
"Afraid of you..."
"Afraid of you..."
The voice crooned in Bane's mind. The strong man lifted up the Batman uniform and looked at it carefully under the moonlight.
He originally planned to wear this Batman uniform to fight Batman, but ultimately gave up the plan - because he detected fear when he dissected his own heart.
He realized that once he faced Batman in this uniform, it would be tantamount to admitting that "Bane" could not defeat "Batman", and only "Batman" could defeat "Batman".
This is undoubtedly a blow to one's own spirit.
But he did not destroy the uniform, and even stored it properly some time before the decisive battle broke out.
Facts have proved that his foresight did work.
For some reason, he now has to do something that Batman would do that Bane wouldn't, so maybe he'll have to don the clothes of his nemesis.
This is the best option when there is no choice.
Bain scratched the edge of the building and carefully observed his reflection on a piece of smooth glass.
He had imagined many times in his mind what he would look like wearing Batman's clothes, but now it seems...
not bad.
Bane thought for a moment, then tried a classic move from Batman Returns.
Like, very similar.
He has practiced many times in private, and when it comes to pretending to be Batman, he is confident that he is the best in the world.
Bain narrowed his eyes.
That's enough to fool those idiots.
He cast his gaze downwards.
boom! ! !
On the street, a little giant with exploding muscles lifted a car with his bare hands. His upper body was abnormally enlarged, almost like the cover of "Mr. Muscle".
"Hey, Tank, kill all these cops quickly, we have to retreat!"
Bane, who was wearing a Batman uniform, couldn't help but look a little colder.
This guy named Tank wears the same vest and pants as Bane, and even the tubes that supply the venom are in the same place. Except for the different mask, he and the former Bane seemed to be carved from the same mold.
"Got it!" Tank shouted gruffly: "I'm solving it!"
The car spun and was thrown towards the police. The police car that was chasing after it was so frightened that it swung its steering wheel and hit the street light.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The bullets flew randomly, hitting the little giant's body like it was tickling, leaving only a few red spots.
Tank covered his eyes, looked up to the sky and screamed: "Eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
"That's enough, has the venom burned out your brain? We have to leave quickly!"
The tank turned around and looked at his teammate. Just when Bain thought he would punch his teammate, the teammate quickly pressed a few times on his back, and more venom was injected into the tank's body. .
With the influx of venom, the withdrawal reaction subsided and his IQ came back online. Tank immediately without saying a word, cooperated with his accomplices and got into a green pickup truck, taking advantage of the chaos to evacuate the scene.
From beginning to end, Bain was just observing silently.
Tsk, there is no internal strife, after all, not everyone is Batman, and most people will not attack their teammates.
He followed the truck and waited for the gang to take him back to their lair.
Very Batman-style investigation methods, Bane is not a detective, but he is very good at learning, especially learning from his enemies. He has read through Batman's files over the years and knows very well what Batman does.
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"Don't you think it's time for us to move on, Slugger?"
null!
Slugger Logan lives up to his name, dressed like a baseball player and wearing a red hat.
This is a very typical characteristic of Gotham criminals, and only Gothamites can do such crazy things: His nickname is Penguin, and he will disguise himself as a penguin; someone calls him Slugger, and he will dress up as a baseball athlete.
"Don't know what you're saying, man." Slugger Rogan was playing baseball at his own base.
null!
"Okay! Hit the outfield!"
He gave himself a cheer.
"Mr. Logan, we have a bad reputation in Gotham. Two of your accomplices are already in jail."
Slugger Rogan's people are still trying to persuade him: "We should stop all operations here and start somewhere else."
"Willis would never say that, and neither would my driver."
Slugger Logan picked up another baseball and hit it with a hollow sound.
“But maybe it’s time to think about some greening.”
He took out another baseball, swung the baseball bat as usual, and continued: "As soon as Tank and the others get the stuff back, we'll pack it up right away... Who are you?"
He dropped his baseball bat and looked at the hand reaching out from the shadows.
That hand was clearly holding the baseball he had just hit, and the owner of that hand was still hidden in the shadows.
hiss……
Rogan, the batter, heard the opponent make a sound like a steam train.
"You'd better have a damn good reason for standing there, macho catcher, you-" But the batsman was mercilessly interrupted before he could finish his sentence.
He heard the other party's cold voice.
"I'm going to ask you some questions and if you're not satisfied with the answers, I'm going to leave you in pieces."
Slugger Logan looked at him in astonishment, then let out a sneer.
Bain seemed to have not seen the other party's expression and said to himself: "You provide venom for your thugs. And according to my observation, it is obvious that this venom is an improved version."
Bain's voice was calm and polite.
"Titan steroid-enhanced venom serum is a violence-enhancing substance with a fatality rate of 93%. In Penaduro Prison, almost all subjects died of this venom and its complications... except Bane. I thought he was the only user of Titan Venom."
Bain saw Slugger Logan greeting his men. Team after team of men came here with weapons, each with their guns pointed at Bain.
But he didn't care and had no intention of stopping at all:
"I want to know who and where you got it from."
"I want the person who sold you this potion," he said.
"You think I'm going to tell you, idiot?"
He heard the scum say: "You are dead, do you know who I am?"
"Now, the cockroach with its head and tail exposed, slowly walk out of the shadows, put your head in your hands and kneel down. I will consider not stuffing your head into your ass."
Bane mused.
"Actually, I can make a guess. The version you use is different from Bane. I managed to get the blood of your men who were enhanced by Titan venom. Titan venom is compatible with their blood types."
"The right improvements, there's only one person in the world who knows so much about Titan Venom."
Bane spat out the name.
"Doctor Randolph, of course. I guess Bain is not the only one who left Santa Prisca all the way. So where is he now? I have something to see him."
"Are you listening to me?" Slugger Logan said. "Are you deaf?"
"No, sir."
The slugger only heard the other party say: "I was just asking you politely."
“I want you to hold your hands—forget it.”
Slugger Logan shook his head: "I can't believe I wasted so much time with an idiot."
He greeted his men:
"Fire!"
Click, click, click, click...
Suddenly, there was a loud sound of trigger tapping.
But not a single bullet was fired.
"Oh my god! What's going on?!"
One of the gathered gunmen screamed, "My gun!"
He raised the murder weapon in his hand. The barrel of the gun, which should have been straight, was now drooped as if it was impotent.
The barrel made of metal seemed to be alive, soft like a spear in sage mode.
Then the next moment, the barrel of the gun, which was limp just now, became like a muscular snake, climbing directly onto the body of the gun holder and tying him up tightly.
thump! thump! thump!
In just a few seconds, everyone fell to the ground.
Slugger Logan looked at his men rushing to the street and felt his head was slightly dizzy, as if he was dreaming.
"What...what happened?!"
His pupils reflected the figure slowly walking out of the shadows, and his eyes widened slightly as he saw the pointed ears.
"It seems...it seems...it's you!"
"Yes." Bain said:
"I am Batman."
When he said this, Bain noticed that he felt a strange pleasure, but he quickly cut off this emotion and threw it into the corner of his mind.
"you……"
He heard Slugger Logan's somewhat incoherent voice: "How did you do that?!"
"Because I'm Batman," Bane told him.
The ruthless muscle thug never knew it could be so interesting to say this to others.
Slugger Logan tried to attack Bane with his wooden baseball bat, but before the baseball bat hit Bane's head, it had already turned into a wooden snake and rolled back under the slugger's desperate gaze. He was tied up in the same way.
The poor slugger screamed: "What the hell...is this what the hell is Batman's ability?!"
Then he was choked and picked up with his bare hands: "And now I want to find that person, Dr. Randolph. He is good at turning humans into monsters. I need him. I hope you can tell me his-"
boom!
But before Bain finished speaking, he turned around suddenly.
Eight muscular men broke through the wall and rushed towards Bain's face.
Their clothes and equipment are almost as if they were printed from the same mold. Except for the headgear of different colors, there is almost no difference between them.
Every step they took was like a mini earthquake.
"Taste our surprise, Batman." Slugger Logan was thrown to the ground with a splash, and he laughed: "Taste our power! One Bane almost broke your spine, but now we There are a total of 8 here!”
He said, "Oh, they're gonna grab you by the pussy, they're gonna grab you by the neck and tear you apart like a rag doll!"
boom!
Bain punched a purple hood so that it flew into the sky like a rocket, and then inserted his head into the ceiling.
"I'm no longer trapped by the venom."
While thinking this, Bain grabbed the other man's neck and slapped him to the ground.
He curled up his middle and ring fingers, and then popped out vines from his wrists. He crawled over the muscular monsters like a big spider with agility, and then wrapped more and more green on their bodies.
"For the first time in my life, I am completely free."
Bain said silently in his heart. He watched as the other party was tightly bound by growing plants, and the vines penetrated into his mouth and anus, making his eyes look painful.
"I won't make excuses. Excuses are made by sinners. I was once driven by venom. He controlled me, not the other way around."
A little giant used a pillar as a stick to attack him, but was beaten to pieces by Bain with his bare hands.
"I did want to tear Batman apart, I did want to rule Batman's city, but the venom weakened my judgment, and I lost everything."
No one is his enemy. He defeated those monsters like they were dead.
he was thinking.
"And now I know that my enemy is not Batman at all. My enemies have been persecuting me before I was born."
"I don't need Venom anymore. I can break free of them at any time."
No one was Bane's opponent, and he defeated everyone easily.
For those little monsters strengthened by venom, the bricks and stones were easily smashed like tofu, and in contrast, they were also tofu in front of Bain.
"I'm free, and I'll always be free, Batman."
Bane, wearing the Batman uniform, punched the little giant underneath him who had lost the ability to resist, like beating a drum.
His fists were covered in blood. Even when he was beating people, Bain felt that his head was clear.
"Because I am innocent. According to the laws of my hometown, I was born guilty, but I am innocent. I have not committed a crime. I am driven by hatred and venom."
He lifted a replica high and gave it a sharp click.
His eyes reflected the enemy lying on the ground. Intangible fire surrounded his eyes and sides.
"I have been given a new lease of life!"
He threw his opponent, whose spine had been broken and was as limp as mud, to the ground.
During the battle, Bain had never felt that his thoughts were as clear as at this moment.
The Dark City was no longer mysterious to him. It has no use anymore and is just an empty place.
He was free now, but only physically. His past, his soul, is still imprisoned, bound in chains, thousands of miles away to the south.
So, before he sets out on the road to pursue his own soul's freedom...
Bane raised the beaten and bloody Slugger Logan: "Tell me, where is Dr. Randolph?!"
(End of chapter)
