DC Tyrant

Gotham.

This day is an uncomfortable day.

Was reading a news report about what happened today when Bruce Wayne was Batman.

Coincidentally, the entire Gotham was watching TV at home, and the big screen outside the square lit up with a burst of snowflakes, and then all of them reflected the appearance of a clown.

This is no stranger to the people of Gotham, because the clown and Bane have played this trick before, blacking out the TV screens of the entire city, making big things happen, declaring war on the entire Gotham, and attracting Batman out.

When the clown appeared on the TV, whether it was watching TV at home or watching the big screen on the street, people couldn't help but feel that the clown wanted to do something.

In particular, the true identity of Batman was announced by the Joker before, and Bruce admitted it.

"This is... a clown!"

"He's going against Batman again?"

"Will Batman strike this time? Bruce is still free?"

"I hope Batman doesn't show up."

"Gotham wouldn't have the Joker without Batman."

"Bruce is still roaming Gotham unscrupulously?"

"What's the use of the law?"

Almost the whole of Gotham is watching what the Joker will do this time.

Instead, what they care about is not what the clown wants to do, but they have an ambivalence, wanting to see if Batman is Bruce, and whether he will appear again.

The clown grinned wildly.

"Everyone... Everyone knows that Bruce is Batman. How long will it take Batman to find me from now on?"

"Little bat, I'm looking forward to you."

"Now, let's play a game, Batgirl..."

After he finished speaking, on the TV screen, a pistol quietly entered the scene, pointing at the clown's temple.

The figure of Batman is like a ghost, protruding from the darkness, holding a pistol and pointing at the clown's temple.

As for the clown, the scalpel in his hand was hovering over Batgirl's neck, at the main artery, and under the light, it shone with a sharp cold light.

Almost everyone in the city was shocked.

"Batman has appeared!"

"Look, his chin really looks like that playboy from Wayne Enterprises."

"It's him, all the roots are the same."

"He sure is Batman."

In the city, heated discussion voices kept rising. Many people took the old photos of Bruce and compared them to the Batman on the screen.

The clown was a bit stunned. Ever since Bruce revealed his identity, Batman was out of his guess, and he felt stunned once. But now, the live broadcast has only just started, and Batman has already quietly killed himself by his side, leaving him without any reaction.

It totally felt like Bruce could pinch him with a pinch.

When did the little bat become so powerful?

But even though Batman moved so fast unexpectedly, the clown is a mental patient after all, he doesn’t understand what fear is, felt the cold muzzle of the temple, he still grinned, and said jokingly: “No, no, the game has just begun .”

suddenly.

The camera shakes for a bit, although it still shows the Joker and Batman, but it is skewed a lot, causing the audience in front of the TV to follow the camera and tilt their necks to watch.

But now, the clown gang and the staff of the original radio station were all in a coma, their bodies twitched, and they fell stiffly to the ground.

The neurotoxin designed by Bati has been wiped out, no matter ordinary people or members of the clown gang, and everyone in the whole building has been unconscious.

Only the clown was able to resist the toxin because of his body, and Batty had already taken the antidote and was safe.

"Um…?"

The clown squinted his eyes, looked at his subordinates with a grin, and shrugged: "It looks like it's really over."

"Then shoot and kill me!"

The clown grinned, and scraped lightly with the scalpel in his hand. A tiny blood vessel gushed out from Batmangirl's neck, and blood shot out, turning the lens red.

"I'm sorry, little bat, my scalpel has laughing gas. If I can't detoxify it within half an hour, congratulations to this Bat Lady, she will die laughing in front of the camera."

Ba Di's face darkened, his eyes were cold, and the pistol was pointed at the clown's temple: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Batty felt cold suddenly, he didn't mind killing, as long as he didn't kill too much, then it wouldn't go against Batman's original behavior, and in some extremely difficult situations, Batman wouldn't kill , he has been restraining his inner demons.

As for Batty, as long as he doesn't kill too many, it won't violate Batman's last wish. He has always calculated something before he will be considered a failure.

The reason why he didn't shoot just now was because Barbara's aorta was too close to the scalpel. The body trembling reflex after shooting the clown would cause the scalpel to cut through the aorta, so he didn't shoot.

The clown almost laughed out loud, grinning at Batman, no matter what time, Batman is a doll in his hands, he dare not kill himself, dare not release the devil in his heart, he will restrain this Batman forever.

He laughed, and kept bringing his temples to the muzzle of the gun, as if he desperately wanted Batty to shoot.

"Come, come, aim!"

"You dare not kill me! Kill me and become the next me..."

'boom! '

What are you kidding? Kill you and become you?

When the clown was laughing and the scalpel was two centimeters away from the aorta, Ba Di shot with a cold expression on his face, directly piercing the clown's temple.

This shot almost made the hearts of everyone in Gotham City tremble.

Batman seemed to have turned into a demon, making the people of Gotham stunned.

Really shoot?

The clown... is dead!

Batty stepped forward in time, and the moment the clown was falling down with his eyes blank, and the scalpel scraped against Barbara's aorta, Batty stretched out his hand suddenly and pulled the clown's hand up to avoid The impact of the pistol caused Barbara to die by scratching the aorta.

In the bat belt, he took out emergency items to stop Barbara's bleeding, then picked up the scalpel in the clown's hand, observed it carefully, and found that what the clown said was indeed true, it was poisonous.

Barty's heart trembled, Barbara only had half an hour!

Immediately, Barty didn't care what was being broadcast live, and directly picked up Barbara with one hand, ran towards the window, and remotely controlled the Batmobile.

There was a 'crash'.

The glass window on the twentieth floor was broken by him, and the glass shards shattered and flew. Barty used the bat cloak to create a simple buffer parachute, and it fell directly towards the autopiloted Batmobile.

Putting Barbara in the passenger seat, Batty controlled the Batmobile, drifted directly and turned a corner, and the blue engine spewed out from under the tail accelerated and drove towards the Batcave.

The sky was dark and cloudy.

At this time, a red and blue figure suddenly shuttled through the sonic boom, galloped in the sky, and suddenly fell towards the front of the Batmobile.