The Death Knell

It was the Joker who killed them, and Zorn only acted as bait in the entire plan.

He did not violate his and Bruce's principles, everything was as the Joker said, let it take its course.

It didn't feel like standing in the light, but when the bombs detonated in succession and sent the army to the lower level, the firelight illuminated Batman's face, and the heat wave blew his cloak, but he still remained Being able to watch every detail of the crazy Nordic warriors being set off by the explosion without expression.

Batman's current location is in the underground parking lot of a building in New York, and further down is the sewer of New York, where the Joker has already prepared gifts for his pursuers.

That is a large amount of sewage containing laughing gas.

Explosions are not the trump card, laughing gas is. The clown just convinced some people to build a garbage dam in the sewer like a beaver, and then waited for the pursuers to fall into the trap.

If Batman killed people, he would have used such methods long ago, but he doesn't kill people.

The ground in the underground parking lot was detonated, and the pursuers fell into the green abyss along with a large amount of construction debris. They collectively fell into the bubbling green water. Almost in the blink of an eye, their blue skin turned pale. , everyone had an uncontrollable stiff smile on their face.

"Look, Batman, have you seen it?" The clown raised his hand to fan the smoke in front of him, covered his mouth and nose with a small handkerchief and came to the big hole in the floor. He lowered his head and looked at the swimming fish below: "Ah, how wonderful A beautiful picture, it’s not the beauty or badness of the world, what you want to protect is to plant people’s smiles, hahahaha!”

Those blue-skinned ancient weirdos have very weak self-healing ability, very weak strength and endurance. We are suspected of being a weak iron army in a frontal battlefield. Batman feels that if he is an ancient person thousands of years later, he will really be able to Maintain the yes-to-kill principle.

After talking to himself for a while, he turned to look at Superman on the side, then continued to add some ingredients to the pot, and continued singing loudly.

And the evil undead creatures did not pursue me. There was no soul fire in my eyes, only a dark white. I turned my head and looked at the small pot in front of me, as if checking the boiling temperature of the medicine, and then walked forward. He turned around and hooked his fingers at the two men, indicating that they could play for a while longer.

The next second, no one broke in, and a shining silver sword was thrust towards my front and back.

But at that moment, I raised my head, and through the window glass of the workshop, I saw the owl lingering under the small tree in the window. It nodded as if in thought, and touched my chin with its white skeletal talons.

Accepting that statement, the Big Ugly slowly chased Batman. My eyes rolled slowly, and I stretched out my hand to kill a fly that flew down from the sewer. I put the flat fly under my tongue, laughing. I showed it to Batman. I knew Batman could understand the theme of the exhibition because it was not "Red and White." After keeping the fact that the fly would basically be swallowed, I continued:

"It hasn't started yet, Big Ugly, the other side doesn't have a leader." Batman left the pit. I have seen too few corpses like that. No one is poisoned every day in Gotham.

Outside the white factory building, no one is working overtime at night with the lights on. It must be that if my head is just a skull, that may be the story that capitalists hate to see the most.

The snow-white skeleton was not conspicuous in the white darkness. My lower and upper jaws were opening and closing, as if I was singing loudly.

And just when Diana was about to draw out the weapon, the skeleton slowly reached out and took away your mantra lasso, and then threw it cautiously in front of him. It turned out that it was not a superman flying from nowhere, but something like himself. Just like sending it down the door, it retreated from the outside of the ring.

We haven't struggled any longer. After all, in special circumstances, corpses will resist.

If you don't see it enough, it won't be interesting anymore.

The skeleton kicked Diana away, and used his strength to yank the noose. Kara was violently dragged to the ground before letting out an "ouch" sound, and rolled away until she hit the wall of the factory building.

"It does matter. It does matter if you extend the cool-down activity for a while, because the number of deaths will double, and your smile will double. By the way, let me tell you, do bats eat flies? Does it also make them eat more powerful animals alive? Where is his slow joy? Hehe!"

Harley, who is huddled in the workshop door, is obviously planning to join that level of battle. You are waiting for an opportunity to see if you can steal the unconscious Superman out.

Sometimes it's laughing gas, sometimes it's fear gas, sometimes it's Poison Ivy's spit.

This is not a skeleton, and it is afraid of piercing attacks.

It was an attack that was not intended to kill anyone. The purpose was not to force the skeleton away from Superman. It was actually wrong. However, the white-haired man with a ferocious face behind his eyes forgot a key issue.

The skeleton in the tuxedo didn't even make a defensive move. The sword just rubbed sparks and passed through the gap in the ribs. The weapon reached to the hilt. Your hands touched the opponent's tuxedo, but the skeleton still stood firmly in place. He hit the ground and knocked his gums up and down a few times, as if he was laughing.

"We don't have a baby yet? Um, hehe, where are we?" The big clown opened his eyes, raised his hand to make a big tent on his eyebrows, turned his body and looked around funny: "Oh, do you have anything? See, Bat, he must be lying to you, right? Is your game the same? You have to hide first. He went to lie down under the pillar here and counted eighty. He was allowed to peek, you It’s time to hide.”

"Ah, it doesn't make sense. It's such an apt metaphor. It doesn't lack some artistic flair. He should use contrast in a bad way."

"Evil thing! Stay away from Superman!"

The skeleton wearing a tuxedo was holding a white cloth bag in his hand. The bulging contents on the outside showed that I knew what was inside, but before I found an empty workshop, I threw the bag and Superman at my feet without any hesitation.

"Are you lying? The ancient Norse people didn't have any chiefs." Batman had almost disappeared into the darkness, and the clown could only see a corner of my cloak: "It's like the gang members in Gotham didn't even have their own." Old and young."

Then I took out some bottles and cans from my pocket, neither powder nor liquid, and put them all back out of the small pot behind my eyes. Then I stirred them with a wooden stick and started the machine to let the container rotate automatically.

But now times have changed. In the new century, humans have no explosives, no chemical weapons, and no mental illness.

Zorn hurriedly walked to the big ugly man and looked up. Those weirdos turned over in the green water one by one, their smiling faces floating up and down.

It was New York, which was an abnormal timeline. The original workers outside the chemical plant were also familiar with the new colleagues. When the skeleton carried the strong man in white and walked out of the small door of the factory, we were still numb. Doing your own thing.