Bat Fight Simulator

Messiah discovered through a visual scan that the entire circus was filled with enough explosives to blow up the entire amusement park.

Although few people go out in Gotham at night, that is mainly in the marginal areas with high crime rates, not including the bustling city center where groups of people gather.

There is a fluke mentality that more people will not easily cause trouble, which makes Messiah not know whether to sigh at their ability to commit suicide or their tenacious vitality.

Of course, the player is not going to talk about martial ethics. He directly calls other claws to defuse the bomb. Of course they can do this. Who says this is Gotham? Both vigilantes and villains have to be versatile. As for those members of the Joker Gang, he will give them an unforgettable lesson of justice from heaven.

Messiah jumped down from a high place, raised his foot and directly broke the ribs of a poor guy, turned over and kicked the guys who surrounded him into the audience chairs, and then it was a one-sided fight.

Of course, the player was alone in beating up the members of the Joker Gang.

They fought loudly and moved very quickly. Damian, who was locked in the cage, woke up at this time.

The wound on his forehead had stopped bleeding. His body and face were red. In order to save more energy, he did not move randomly. Only his green eyes, like a wolf cub, stared at everything happening at the scene.

The player had a bad feeling.

When he dealt with those minions, patted the non-existent dust in his palm, and slowly moved towards Robin, the green eyes followed his movements.

It was obvious that he was being targeted and regarded as an enemy.

But the other party's attitude was even more confusing. He was too quiet and didn't have the kind of vigorous energy that was noisy.

When the cage door was opened, the creaking sound was harsh. Messiah just wanted to reach out and take the person out when he saw a bright light flashing in front of him, cutting through the air. Dick reacted faster and dodged sideways, otherwise his neck would probably be cut with a bloody hole.

Under the glaring incandescent light, the shadow of the cage actually covered Robin's figure. Messiah could see clearly that it was a piece of glass, and it came out of Damian's mouth.

This time, the player looked at the other party carefully and found that there was a wound at the corner of his mouth that was torn by the sneak attack just now, and also found that his body also had a strange sense of disharmony.

His limbs were broken by the clown with a crowbar, so he couldn't move now, unless there was some special medicine that could directly transform his body.

Otherwise, he would need a very long time to treat and recuperate.

The fierce green eyes still looked at Messiah vigilantly. Damian now no longer cared about the principle of not killing. At this time, the young master of the Assassin's League would only drag all the enemies who tried to approach to die together.

Very tricky.

Whether as an assassin or Robin, Damian's vigilance was actually very strong. It was simply a fantasy to want to convince himself that he was trustworthy at this time.

As for taking off the mask, maybe that would only make the situation worse.

When the player got the report from the claws that the bombs had been dismantled and walked out of the circus, Damian was no longer in the cage that held him.

The other claws did not see where the new owner took Robin. They looked at each other, wondering if Robin had been destroyed and whether they should be prepared to fight Batman to the death.

The player stuffed the palm-sized hedgehog neatly into the hidden pocket on his waist, and even tore off a large piece of cloth from the red scarf to pad it for him, to prevent the bumps from making the hedgehog's already unclear injuries worse.

He was really talking until his mouth was almost dry, and he tried to persuade the stressed hedgehog, even swearing the Sky Poison Oath, to calm him down and promise to go directly to Batman.

So as soon as he left the circus, Messiah continued to run non-stop, crossing most of Gotham again to find Batman.

As a result, as soon as he landed, he heard the Joker's crazy laughter, which was as harsh as scraping glass with the tip of a knife.

"I hate bad guests like you." The Joker laughed. His right wrist was cut off by Night Owl and he was pinched by Batman, but he was still laughing. The complaint was directed at the guy who suddenly appeared and hindered his plan.

"What a pity, cough cough hahahahahaha, what a pity..." Being pinched by the neck did not prevent the Joker from talking crazily. His smile was still so crazy and full of malice.

"I have already prepared a new stage."

"I have invited enough audiences."

He did not look like the defeated person, but like a high-ranking winner, sneering at the almost crazy Batman in front of him.

"I really should kill a pair of parents in front of you, cough, hahahahaha, I really should kill a pair of parents in front of you, and then let their only child become the new Joker hehehe."

The white-faced madman's scarlet mouth was grinning almost to his ears. He was so pity and disappointed that the prepared drama had not yet begun and a guy came to disrupt it.

Batman's face was shrouded in shadows, and it was impossible to see what kind of expression he had.

Night Owl just watched from the side, completely indifferent to this farce.

He would even make sure that the Joker would not die at the hands of Batman now, because he did not want to be killed along with him.

Anyway, after they left, it would not matter to them what these two people did or what kind of games they liked.

Messiah noticed the movement in the secret bag, and raised his hand to touch the hedgehog through the fabric to comfort him.

Then he took the sniper rifle that was even fully assembled and handed to him by his close subordinate, Sharp Claw, picked it up, and aimed at the Joker's butt with one eye open and one eye closed.

He was far enough away, and because of the angle, he saw Batman pinching the Joker from the side.

To be honest, it was a bit like Jason pinching the goose's neck and saying he would cook for him during the Chinese New Year.

The player would not be so arrogant as to kill the Joker when Batman and Night Owl were both on the scene, so he decided to cut off half of the Joker's butt.