The Collection of The End

——dc, darkness——

Black Gate Reef.

The outer area of ​​​​Blackgate Prison is full of potholes, rubble and smoke left after the explosion.

What caused all this were two "clowns" wearing long purple suits with almost the same appearance, and a giant, shirtless man with strange armor and helmets.

Rest, rest, rest——

Boom boom boom——

"Ouch-ouch—!]"

One clown is constantly throwing playing cards, darts, hooks, slings and other cold weapons from his suit pocket to attack another clown, while the clown being attacked keeps detonating bombs planted in advance while running away.

The strong man waved his fists and shouted at them while launching clumsy attacks on them. As a result, he was either easily dodged or pushed to attack another clown.

The cannon on the wall of Black Gate Prison kept adjusting its angle, but it was completely unable to aim the muzzle at the three people fighting because the distance between them and the wall was too far.

However, the guards on the wall, the warden, and the prisoners who were controlled but had sharp ears could still hear their conversations, or quarrels, between them from a distance?

"Hahaha——! Why are you protecting Blackgate Prison? Why don't you admit that you are Batman?"

"Trash should stay in the trash can. Do you want to pollute Gotham by destroying the prison and releasing this trash?"

"Hehehe - then why do you stop me from disposing of this garbage directly? Admit it! Only Batman doesn't kill people!"

"If being thrown into jail can't save their lives, they won't accept arrest when they are at the end of their rope, but will fight to the death and make Gotham a mess."

"Hehe - do you want to listen to what you are saying? Only Batman would keep talking about Gotham!"

"Even a dog will make its own nest comfortable before sleeping."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, if you firmly refuse to admit that you are Batman, why don't you go find some prisoners in the prison over there and kill them?"

"You can stop and give it a try. I promise I won't leave you with a whole body."

"I don't believe it! That's why I won't stop!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—!]"

Bain, unable to keep up with the rhythm of the battle and unable to speak, could only roar incompetently and furiously.

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At the same time, on the other side.

In the secret laboratory of Black Gate Prison, which was deserted because both the experimenters and the test subjects had left, a strange sound of paper tearing suddenly came out.

Zhizhizhi——

A crack opened in the "air", and then a red-gloved hand stretched out from the crack, grabbing the edge of the "air crack" and pulling downwards hard.

Stab-!

The air, no, the space was like a stage set. A big hole was ripped out, revealing the gray chaos behind it, and standing in front of the hole, wearing a red and black hooded tights with two handfuls on his waist. A man with a long knife.

"Oh, is it here?" The man's voice was hoarse and oily, like sandpaper dropped into an oil drum: "She is really creative when she combines the black mask with the kidnapped regular Black Gate Warden. , is it because Mr. Warden is too pitiful?"

The man in a red and black tights walked out of the space crack in a strange, puppet-like posture. He smoothed the "set" that he had just torn apart with his backhand, then took out a roll of tape and stabbed it twice. Glue it back on.

The space crack trembled for a while, then seemed to reluctantly gradually fade away and disappear, taking with it the three or four pieces of tape attached to it.

"Hmm, Bane and the Joker, I remember the relationship between them is..." The man stared at the huge experimental bed for a moment, then suddenly spread his hands and shook his head: "Tsk, what does that have to do with me, Mr. Deadpool? "

The man who called himself Deadpool began to rummage around the institute while dancing strange dance moves.

"That's not true, and that's not right either. Hey, this thing seems to be quite valuable - fuck, what's the use of money to Mr. Deadpool?"

At the same time, voices from the outside world are constantly coming out through a certain surveillance system:

"I am the only person in the world who knows that you are Batman and not the Joker. I must spread this news and I must not be caught by you! Even though he is Batman, he pretends to be the Joker. It is simply disrespectful to the profession of clown. insult!】"

"A clown who can only run away is an insult to the clown."

“Ho ho!",