Bat Fight Simulator

"It's been so long, Richard Grayson."

Player: Family members, who knows? I am surrounded by men.

Player: Oh, one of them is wearing women's clothing

Player: Tsk, that’s it? I want to see the river of blood, where is the night owl?

Talon:?

Talon: Me, you, ahhhhhhh

Talon: None of you come over here! ! !

It's so funny that the clown didn't hurt the player who couldn't get the problem in front of him, but he hurt Dick's eyes and heart.

When ak Jason came to this universe↓

Ben (to the player): Arkham Knight, please be safe when you go out

Superman (to player): Hello, Arkham Knight

Flash (to player): Arkham Knight, I'm telling you blah blah blah.

aktongzi:?

Messiah: (laughing)

ak Tongzi: What a boy, what are you doing (hugging a child)

Messiah: (guilty) (sneaking away)

He runs away, he chases, he has no wings to fly————

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Chapter 91 Exposed

If the situation allowed, Talon really wanted to say, who are you, why are you acting like I know you very well, but it was a pity that Dick, who was physically and mentally traumatized, had nothing to say.

He would rather fight with the night owl than see an eye-catching thing and an inexplicable guy.

The Messiah does know something about it. The first universe was one that Jason took the initiative to contact, and then the one that cooperated with the Injustice Bat was Slade Wilson AKA Deathstroke. He was a mercenary who was paid to do things.

But that was limited to understanding. To be honest, he didn't really know what the death knell of this universe looked like, but he seemed to be very interested in Dick suddenly appearing.

He didn't know if it was good or bad, but after all, he could tolerate the clown dressed as a woman twisting his waist and dangling gracefully in front of his eyes.

Although the atmosphere at the scene was full of funny factors due to the existence of the clown, even though the only one who thought it was funny was the Messiah. After all, Deathstroke didn't want to look at the clown with irritating eyes at all, and Dick Claw didn't even want to look at it.

It's true that he is a living dead, but that doesn't mean he can stand this kind of atmosphere. The opponent even picked up two cheering balls and jumped around like a cheerleading clown.

The night wind on the balcony was noisy, coupled with the jumping, the high-opening fabric danced with the wind. Because of Messiah's curiosity, he saw the shy white thighs of the clown. Dick wanted to die for the first time.

It's obvious that even the boss can't stand the clown's pretentious virtues. Deathstroke tried his best to ignore the failure with a dark face.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Huh? Of course I am here waiting for you to catch the birdie." The clown raised his index finger and lowered it to his lips, and the girl continued to speak with a pitiful posture.

"Why are you so fierce? Look at how cute the little bird is. Of course Auntie Clown is going to kiss him to death."

The Messiah didn't mind having fun. He didn't pay attention to the injured Dick and Deathstroke, but spoke.

"I don't know what surprises you have."

When the clown heard this, some people praised him, and his tone immediately became warm, "Of course, I have prepared a variety of surprises for you."

"The way you die is like raining fireworks on Gotham. Although it's fireworks with limbs scattered, I guess adding some cumin can also give you a good barbecue flavor, hahahahaha."

Sure enough, even with this kind of virtue, the opponent was indeed the Joker. He came with the intention of killing Dick, because Batman actually found a substitute and let him insert himself into the world of the Joker and the Little Bat.

I've always suspected that the Joker actually wanted to be Robin's Messiah to Batman.

"What, aren't you just jealous that Batman treats me so well?"

"You're done, old man, how about you go back and be your social beast."

Messiah raised his middle finger at the white-faced madman. As for why he appeared in women's clothing, it was simple. Maybe he just wanted to attract Batman's attention. There is no lower limit.

The Joker is indeed irritated by Messiah's nonchalant and mocking attitude, and stares at the player sullenly.

However, the death knell is still there, and there is no need for the clown to do it himself if there are thugs.

Slade found that he was ignored and didn't pay much attention to the stories of the three people. His weapon was always in his hand, he only needed to swing it and attack.

Messiah dodged the first round of sneak attacks from the mercenaries. The sharp blades drew traces on the ground, and he easily changed the attack trajectory to pursue.

The battle with Deathstroke focuses on avoidance and defense, and players are looking for opportunities to kill the Joker.

"What's wrong, Grayson, are you so weak?" It was obvious that such a battle was not enjoyable. Deathstroke's tone was dissatisfied and also provocative.

"Are you going to run back crying to your bat daddy?"

How is it possible? The player used the kali stick to block the long knife. The ferocious force made people's arms numb. The opponent's attack was so airtight that it was difficult to break through and throw the enemy away, let alone find a chance to kill the onlookers. Playing clown.

Watching fun every day, he turned into the messiah who became more murderous, and the clown's constant laughter in the background was the brainwashing sound.

But Deathstroke had already entered a fighting state at this time, focusing all his attention on the familiar young man in front of him. He was so focused that the clown was like a background texture and not worth paying attention to.

This familiar jump and flip, the familiar feeling of fighting, even if there are some differences in skills, it is normal. After all, they are just the same body, not really the same person, the little robin bird. Thinking of this, the man in black and orange warning colors began to laugh. Danger.

"If you don't pay attention, the next time you chop off your head, kid."

The man shook the knife to shake off the blood on it, locked onto his prey like a hawk, and patiently looked for a fatal flaw.