The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Batman on the Batfighter found that the current situation was very tricky. The whole city was full of monsters, and the tower called the Eye of Sauron was always monitoring everyone here. The Batfighter was hit by a cannon as soon as it appeared.

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When the tower was charging, Batman had already tried to dodge it, but unfortunately the Eye of Sauron predicted his prediction. The Batfighter turned sharply, but the laser was retracted, and the next second it shot at the tail of the Batfighter with a bang.

Tim took the laser gun he had found before and aimed, but the range was not enough, so he could only barely shoot down two strange pterosaurs. Dick climbed out of the Batfighter and kicked away several aliens who wanted to climb up.

Batman focused on controlling the fighter, but unfortunately he did not save the fate of the out-of-control fighter from gradually falling. The huge plane plunged down with smoke, and the parachute floated down swayingly. Batman held Tim in his left hand and Dick in his right hand, and landed steadily on the ground.

"Ha! Fortunately, I had foresight!" Batman said triumphantly, but as soon as he turned his head, the muzzle of a gun was pointed at his forehead.

The Joker gave him a crazy smile.

"I got you, Batman."

"Hey, listen, you damn criminal." Batman raised his hands and said, "Now is not the time for internal fighting. Do you want to watch our city being destroyed?"

"Of course I can... Hey, wait, did you just say 'our city'?" The Joker was slightly stunned, then narrowed his eyes and grinned.

In this short second, Batman's mind flashed through all the words Schiller had said to him. He immediately lowered his arms, looked into the Joker's eyes and said, "Yes, isn't this a city that belongs to both of us? I maintain order, you create chaos, this is our unique stage."

"You..."

Batman stepped forward and said, "Have you found that you can't even hold the gun steadily? Before you care about me and this city, you'd better pay attention to your own condition first. I think that may be... not good."

The Joker was stunned. He stared at Batman blankly. After putting down the gun, he stood there and said sluggishly, "You You mean to let me care about myself? Really? Do you want to say that? ? ? "

"I'm just surprised. Your dark circles seem to be much heavier than before, and your voice is hoarse. What happened to you recently?"

"You...you..." The Joker's bloody mouth began to tremble, and tears gradually accumulated in his eyes. He almost screamed, "You care about me? !"

Then he stood up from the ground, turned several circles on tiptoe, like dancing a ballet on the spot, and then slammed the gun to the ground, smashing the parts, and then pulled his hair with both hands, almost pulling the parts of the hair off his scalp.

"Batman cares about me! Did you see it? Batman cares about me! ! He must want me to die sooner! Because I am the person he hates the most! ! ! "

"Uh...if you understand it that way..."

The lunatics in Arkham gathered around, staring at the two of them, and suddenly the Joker stopped.

He intertwined his hands in front of him, tilted his head to one side, deliberately looked at Batman with one side of his eyes, rubbed his hands constantly, took small steps, and stomped his feet on the spot. A beam of bright light shone over him, and he became a shy cabbage.

"I... I hate you too." The Joker choked.

"Oh--!!!!"

A fierce cheer rang out, and all the crazy people around applauded and cheered continuously.

"So what's the next step?" Tim lowered his voice, looked around and said, "Are we going to take Batman's hand and hand him over to the Joker?"

"Stop it, this is not a church." Dick immediately refused, and then he said, "If they want to send it, they should send the Joker here."

"No way? You really support..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a bang, and Batman threw down two smoke bombs, and took the two people into the air again. The grappling hook was retracted, and the figures of the three people had appeared on the roof, and the Joker's curses came from the street.

Seeing the criminals climbing up the stairs to approach them like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, Batman sighed, looked at the damaged fighter plane, and left with the two without looking back.

"What should we do next?" Dick asked.

"We need a new plane, otherwise we can't get close to the eye. Let's go find Gordon and Barbara first. They can at least find the raw materials for us."

Soon the three of them came to Gordon's office. The father and daughter were discussing something at this time. Batman jumped onto the balcony, but did not rush in. It was this step that made him hear the conversation between Gordon and them.

"It's too late, Barbara. I'm afraid I have to go first. We have suffered heavy casualties. Without enough life factors, they can't recover."

"No, Dad, it's too early now. If you disappear, Batman will be suspicious. If he tries to stop the others, the whole plan will be ruined."

"He's not that kind of person..."

"Yes, he may not want to stop them, but want to jump with them, but then we will enter a vicious circle... Besides, if he jumps, I will be the only one left. I can't accept it."

Gordon sighed, patted Barbara on the shoulder and said, "I don't agree with you and Batman, but if you two can rely on each other, then... Batman?!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Batman walked into the office and asked, "Where are you going, Gordon?"

"Um...I'm going to buy donuts." Gordon took two steps back and then said, "Barbara insists on going with me. She has been so clinging to me since she was a child. Since you are here, I will go by myself. Let Barbara and Batman have a good chat, I..."

As soon as Gordon took a step to run, Tim and Dick rushed out from the front door and closed the door. The father and daughter were blocked in the room by the three of them.

"Tell me what's going on?" Batman said seriously: "Tell me what are you and them hiding from me?"

Barbara and Gordon looked at each other, looking a little helpless. They were obviously thinking of a strategy, but unfortunately Batman came too suddenly, and it was obviously not so easy to fool them this time.

Just when Gordon opened his mouth to say something, the TV screen hanging on the wall suddenly flickered a few times, the news channel disappeared, and what appeared on the TV screen was another face - one that was almost identical to Batman's Exactly the same face, except for the red light flashing in his eyes.

"As you can see, I am Batman, but I am different from that idiot. I come from a more prosperous and rich universe. In order to contribute to the universe where I am, I have to borrow a little bit of raw material from you. "

As the camera turned, Batman stepped forward suddenly because he saw Superman imprisoned in a kryptonite prison and Wonder Woman hanging up on the screen.

Wonder Woman yelled at the camera, "This is all a conspiracy! Batman! That raw material recycling plan is actually him...a fake! It's all fake...um! Uh-huh!!"

Wonder Woman was silenced by the flying eggs and could not say anything. On the other side, Superman in the Kryptonite Prison knocked on the green crystal and said: "Sorry! Batman! We shouldn't hide it. Yours! But we were also deceived. It was not a lack of life factors at all, but poisoning. The purpose was..."

"Did you see? Your good friends are all in my hands." Batman, with red eyes flashing, returned to the camera. He said: "They need you. If you can't come to save them, then there is still Who?"

"What do you want?!" Batman turned to look at the camera and said, "Let them go and stop your conspiracy!"

"You have lost a lot of manpower, haven't you?" The Batman was not talking to Batman, but seemed to be looking at Gordon. He said, "You don't have that much life factor that can be used to repair the scattered... The limbs are gone, and if you don’t put them back together as soon as possible, your consciousness will disappear soon.”

Panning the camera, Batman saw a green light flashing in the dim factory room, and a group of people were suspended above the huge chemical pool, all of whom were members of the Justice League.

"I released the monsters in the phantom prison." Batman's deep voice sounded on the screen. He said, "The purpose is to cause casualties and consume the few life factors."

"Then, Batman..." His voice seemed to echo throughout the factory, hitting the walls and arousing layers of evil echoes, "I'm afraid you have to make a choice."

"Should you watch all the life factors being consumed and everyone die together, or should you throw your dear friends into the chemical pool and replenish the source of power to save more people?"

With a sizzle, the screen turned off, and Batman punched the wall. He took a deep breath, and then got another fact from the Gordons and his daughter that made him feel extremely frustrated.

He originally thought that he would join the raw material recycling project with his friends, but in fact they had no intention of taking him with them, but wanted to leave him alone in this world.

What really makes Batman feel sad is not that they want to abandon him, but that they never understand him and how afraid he is of being alone. This is more uncomfortable than killing him, but they want to do that. .

Barbara stepped forward and held Batman's shoulders and said: "I am also the one who was left behind, but we are all for our own future, don't hate them."

"Batman hates no one," he said, flicking his cape and walking out the door.

Barbara and Gordon looked at his back and sighed in unison. Barbara became confused again and said: "What does Superman mean? Is the recycling plan actually a conspiracy? Is there something we are involved in?" Something you don’t know?”

"Impossible." Gordon said, "The information was given to me personally by Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. There can be no problem with this plan."

"Do you know where they originally investigated the truth?" Barbara raised her long-standing doubts. She said: "According to you, Mr. Wayne discovered the existence of life factors through chemical instrument analysis. Is this analysis accurate? Is there any other evidence to prove it?”

Gordon also fell silent. They didn't dare to think about what would happen if there was something wrong with this plan. They had already paid an almost unbearable price for it.

During the monster's attack, the Batmobile sped along and finally stopped in front of the gate of the chemical plant. Batman got out of the car and saw the dark and slender figure on the roof of the chemical plant.