The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

After successfully obtaining the weapon and imprisoning the native Batman of this universe, the next natural step is to meet up with his teammates.

Deadpool had already caused a lot of noise upstairs. When Tim and Schiller rushed upstairs, they only saw an overturned table and chairs, and broken building blocks everywhere.

Tim looked at the spilled coffee with some pity, but Schiller took the opportunity to come to Barbara's office. Barbara should have gone to hunt down the escaped Deadpool, but she left in such a hurry that she didn't even open the door. There was just enough time to close the door, but Schiller broke through the empty door.

As soon as he entered the door, Schiller didn't need to say anything. Tim began to rummage through the cabinets, opened the filing cabinets from top to bottom, and took out the documents inside to see if there were any important cases recorded.

Schiller first looked at the felt board with various precautions nailed on it, and then looked at the bookshelf next to it. Sure enough, he found a mechanism on the second floor of the bookshelf.

Schiller pushed the book in, and with a crash, the bookshelf opened to the side. Tim turned around and saw a dark passage, but there was some light on the other side, and it looked like another room.

Tim followed Schiller with suppressed footsteps. After the two passed through the passage, they entered a secret room. There was a large screen hanging on the wall directly opposite the secret room, with dense text written on it, but Schiller only captured the most. An important passage.

"The raw material recycling plan -??? has shown obvious deficiencies, and additional supplements must be made at???. Obvious results will be seen after the plan is implemented..."

Tim casually picked up a building block placed on the table in the secret room. He rubbed the uneven surface of the building block with his other hand, and then said: "In this universe, who could make the building blocks appear and use the building blocks to construct structures?" What about the entire universe?”

"Do you think they will have a discipline of building blocks, just like anthropology?" Schiller seemed to have remembered something funny. He said: "The sociology of building blocks, the psychology of building blocks, oh, no, psychology and we are What’s common, then JB Medicine?”

Tim also laughed and said, "Do you spend ten years studying how to put the parts back on the little brick man in the most correct posture?"

Schiller stroked his chin and said, "What do you think this raw materials recycling program will be?"

"It's really hard to guess." Tim said a bit eccentricly, "I really don't know who would put the code on the outline of the plan instead of the specific information."

He pointed to a place on the screen and said: "Isn't it already mentioned above? There are obviously insufficient molecules that make up acrylonitrile-butadiene-styrene in the universe. This chemical formula actually means plastic. Although I don't know what synthetic plastics are. It doesn’t matter what the molecules are, but I guess it’s because the raw materials for plastics are insufficient.”

"And this, although it is a self-made word, it can be seen that it should be a certain factory. The specific coordinates of the factory are also written here. This should be the delivery time. Let me see, oh, there are still three days."

"Puzzle genius!" Schiller and Tim high-fived.

"So there are insufficient raw materials for synthetic plastics in this universe. We need to put something into a factory for recycling so that we can have new raw materials to produce building blocks. It seems that this factory will be the key."

"Can these coordinates locate a specific location?" Schiller asked.

"No, it's not that specific. It's a range, but it won't be very big. I think we can look around there."

As they talked, they walked out of the passage. When they heard a movement outside the door, the two of them hid by the wall of the secret room passage.

The bookshelf has been closed automatically, so they are not worried about being discovered, but there are more than one people coming when they hear footsteps, which means that a conversation must be happening.

"... Are there really clones that look like this? They came at the wrong time. The raw materials will be recycled and released in three days. This group of spoilers may cause us trouble."

It sounded like a male voice, and Schiller guessed it might be Gordon's. He looked at Tim, who spread his hands and said, "You can't ask me to judge the height and weight of the little brick man from his footsteps. The only thing I can answer for you is that it is made of plastic."

"I can control the situation." Barbara's voice rang, and she said: "The only trouble is that there is an extra Batman, but it doesn't matter, he can't escape from the police prison, everything will go smoothly."

"I'm afraid you underestimate Batman too much. No matter which one of them is a clone, I'm afraid..."

"Bang! Bang bang! Didi—warning! Warning! Warning! Someone has escaped from prison!"

"I told you before, don't underestimate Batman!"

When Schiller and Tim got out of the passage, the two people before had left. Tim sighed and said, "'Don't underestimate Batman'? Come on, who can the broken lock prevent?"

"Everything here is sloppy and is like playing house." Tim said: "Although the me in other universes told me that the universe I am in is also a bit sloppy, but it is not like this."

"It's good to get used to it, but if I'm not wrong, our teammates will let them understand what the real 'Don't underestimate Batman' means."

"Huh! Ha!"

With a bang, the window of the Gotham Police Station shattered, and the dark hook grabbed the tail wing of the equally dark Bat-fighter. Batman rushed out of the window and soared into the air.

He laughed triumphantly, turned to Barbara who was standing in front of the window and said: "You can't catch me, because I am Batman! ...By the way, the velvet striped pajamas are not tacky at all!"

"I agree." A cold voice sounded, and Batman turned his head suddenly and saw another figure of himself.

Just as Batman was about to open his mouth to speak, he realized that he was now in mid-air, and that other person...

Uh-huh!

The hook rope was cut.

Batman slowly turned his head back, looked forward, pointed to the side and said: "You know, I never want to agree with him, but who said that the two of us are the same person?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Bang!

Batman did not fall to pieces on the ground, but was caught by an air mattress. The Joker withdrew the pump, and a group of people swarmed up and carried the struggling Batman away.

The Batman of the main universe wearing a jetpack slowly landed. His appearance is actually somewhat different from the Batman of this universe, especially the cape, which is much longer, and when the tail is unfolded, it looks like real bat wings.

He slowly walked out from behind the clown, and his voice was not hoarse but smooth like a string string, "I fulfilled my promise, you got Batman, what else do you want?"

"I...I..." The clown's chest heaved violently, and there were tears in his eyes. He put his hands in front of his mouth and choked out: "I want him to hate me, I want him to treat me as the greatest My enemy, I want him to hate me alone..."

"Very good." Batman walked to the other side and said, "What do you think you can do to make him hate you? Create more murders? Release more criminals? You know, of course this won't work."

"Why not?!" The clown stretched his hands straight on both sides of his body and shouted loudly, "I will prepare him the most explosive surprise in the world! This is a unique gift that belongs to me, and no one else has it. Sooner or later he will understand what I mean to him..."

"How early is 'sooner or later'?" Batman said in the Joker's ear: "How early is it that you and him have known each other for more than ten years, and when he faces the question of his greatest enemy, he still blurts out 'Superman' without thinking" ?”

"I...I..." The tears in the clown's eyes were almost overflowing, and he said with a cry: "I don't know why he is like this, he can never see that I only have that damn big guy in his eyes, even though I He should be his best opponent, the person he hates the most, but he has never been willing to..."

"Of course you should be." Batman suddenly walked in front of the Joker, but quickly walked around behind him. This series of actions caught the Joker's attention and made him turn his head unconsciously.

"I believe you just used the wrong method. Although you caused many explosions, they were not a huge problem for him. Didn't they all be settled by him in the end? It was Superman's turn. It’s not that simple anymore.”

"You have released enough criminals, but apart from occupying the few places in his heart, what else does it do? Two-faced man, Scarecrow, Penguin..."

As Batman read out the names of criminals one after another, the corners of the Joker's mouth began to tremble, and the corners of his originally drooping mouth suddenly raised, and a crazy smile reappeared on his face.

"That's right! These damn idiots will only affect Batman's judgment of me. I'm going to kill them and smash them all into pieces!!!"

"No, no, no." Batman shook his head again and said, "Haven't you heard that the living can never surpass the dead? Do you want to hear Batman tell you one day that his biggest enemy is actually someone A dead friend?"

"He won't be like this..."

"He will, because that's the kind of person I am." Batman whispered: "If one day I have to be asked the answer to this question, the name I will blurt out, or the person who will never be affected by anyone, Like Superman, or just dead people.”

The Joker's expression became a little confused, and Batman got close to him and said in his ear: "But you can lock them all up so that they can never come into contact with Batman, and Batman will never be able to combat the damage they caused. crime."

"Then you will be the only criminal left in Gotham. Batman doesn't want to look at you, so he can only look at you."

"So, what about Superman?" The clown was trembling with excitement. His two legs were fighting, as if he had seen a bright future.

"He is not a criminal who belongs exclusively to Batman. He cannot be around Batman 24 hours a day. If you can find some work for him, maybe Batman will forget about him soon."

The clown's expression brightened, and the tears in his eyes turned into waves of hope.

The dark shadow standing behind him was as deep as ever, as if a black hole had been carved out of the gradually coming light.

On the roof of the Gotham Police Station, Schiller threw potato chips into his mouth and said: "The unscrupulous bat is instigating the clown. I should really film him."

Tim trembled and said, "No wonder I in other universes always keep secrets about their adoptive father. Is Batman such a dark creature?"

"Isn't it?" A voice came from behind. Deadpool put away his knives, threw the bag of snacks on the ground, and said, "You guys from DC are too dark."

Tim shrank his neck and said, "I can't imagine what life would be like if we faced such a Batman."

"It depends on who Batman is facing. If it's you, maybe it won't make any difference."

Having said this, Schiller showed a smile and said: "If it is worse, he may also have a headache."

Tim was thoughtful.