The Death Knell

On the outskirts of Gotham, Slaughter Swamp.

This stinky quagmire filled with miasma and sewage has been like this since more than a hundred years ago. Few plants can survive in it. On the rare land that is exposed, there are only dead trees that have been poisoned, and they are covered with poisonous trees. It's cotton-like brown lichen.

The thick mud is as smooth as a mirror under the moonlight. From time to time, small bubbles will rise from below, distorting the light and shadow, and then gradually smoothing out.

The evening breeze blew, and the disgusting smell filled every place of about twenty square kilometers. Even the craziest people in Gotham City would not want to come here.

Because this is the lair of a super monster.

The monster's real name was Cyrus Gold. He was murdered by his wife in 1894. His body was dumped in the Gotham River and sank into the Butcher's Swamp on the outskirts of Gotham along the old sewers of the year.

In the present day, the decay of the swamp has accumulated around Gold's body, not only preserving his body but turning him into the monster of a terrifying nursery rhyme.

A big zombie with its own mind and will, with very low intelligence but very strong brute force. He even faced off against Doomsday more than once without losing.

"Solomon Grandi was born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, fell ill on Thursday, became seriously ill on Friday, died on Saturday, died on Sunday, Solomon Grandi, this life will go to the end~~~"

At this time, a tall and thin figure stood beside a dilapidated wooden house, shaking his head and looking at the bubbling swamp from time to time, humming this nursery rhyme in a good mood.

The piercing singing sounded like a ghost's cry in the swamp at night. He knew that Grandy was taken away by Circe and it was safe here.

"The sky tyrant calls Batman! Please answer, we failed and suffered heavy losses! Please answer!"

Suddenly he received a message for help in the pointed ears of his helmet.

The smile on his face suddenly faded, and the corners of his mouth curved downward: "What are you doing?! Don't you know I'm singing?"

After the conversation with Luther was unilaterally cut off, the Laughing Bat didn't have any worries. He chose to go out and take a few steps, looking at the reflection of the moon in the swamp and singing.

The tool people would fail, and they would fail miserably. This was within his expectation. What was there to shout about? It was such an unpleasant thing to suddenly ruin his good mood.

"How many died?"

The Laughing Bat turned and walked towards the cabin. The wooden cabin that had stood in the swamp all year round had long been carbonized, and the outer walls had turned into his favorite black.

Hawkman, who had turned into a sky tyrant, was nowhere to be found at this time, and the communication was a bit intermittent, which made his answer sound a bit like sobbing: "No, he doesn't seem to have any intention to kill us. An explosion of this level is not enough for us. It wasn't lethal, he didn't use nuclear weapons."

"Then you cry #@% and smile for me!"

The Laughing Bat didn't care whether Hawkman could see it or not. He showed a big smile first and set an example.

He pushed open the door of the hut, put an arm on the door frame gracefully like a seductive beauty, and looked at the things in the room.

"Hey hey hey..." Eagle Man's silly laughter came from the other side of the communication line.

"That's right. Be happy. Being too serious all the time is not good for your health. I know it very well."

Laughing wildly, he twisted and walked towards the room. He didn't know who this picked up house originally belonged to or when it was built. There was even a spinning wheel in the house.

It's just that over time, the silk thread has long been corroded by the moisture in the air. At this time, it is only wrapped with the spider's web. He sat down and gently spun a piece of spider silk, and his good mood returned:

"I never had the extravagant hope of relying on you to kill Luther. You are still too weak compared to him now. I have already expected that the more arrogant you are, the less Luther will disdain to kill. He is Luther is a paranoid, and he would rather you live to see the process of him proving himself correct. You did execute the plan well, and you saved your own life."

"But why didn't you tell us this beforehand..."

The Sky Tyrant was a little aggrieved. The Laughing Bat had just ordered them to kill Luther, and they had to act as arrogant as possible.

There is no explanation at all as to why this was done.

"Because...I'm Batman, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

I don't know what kind of laughter touched him, and the Laughing Bat suddenly became excited. His night owl-like laughter echoed for a long time, and it took a long time before he reluctantly stopped with a hiccup:

"Huhu...Okay, you are such a little bird, stop making me happy. The next plan is to contain Luther and make him exhausted. I have sent the director, and we will wait for news."

"Uh-huh."

"Our guests are waking up, Batman is offline."

With that said, the Laughing Bat cut off the communication, and like a super model, walked towards a giant glass jar in the corner, and put his face close to observe inside.

At first glance, this thing is not the furniture of the previous owner. It is full of high-tech style, and the big laughing mouth is clearly reflected on the curved surface.

Inside the huge blue glass cover, there is a person wearing a blue suit. The person seems to be confused at this time, like everyone who wakes up from a strange environment.

But the Laughing Bat's smile was so iconic that the prisoners recognized him immediately.

"Laughing Bat, I have been fighting against demons like you since eternity..."

"Then you will soon find that I am much worse than the devil. Haha, I have long thought that the devil's approach is too narrow. They position themselves on the opposite side of heaven and do evil in order to corrupt good people. It is too boring. Laughing wildly, he raised his hand and knocked on the glass with his knuckles. The crisp sound also satisfied him: "Why participate in a battle that is destined to be fruitless and without a winner? Not to mention that this battle is still based on one hundred thousand years. Just think about it...Oh! God may be merciful and kill me, hahahahahaha..."

"Whatever you're planning, you're not going to succeed. The heroes will defeat you, madman."

The man in the jar began to struggle, but as soon as he came into contact with the glass, he twitched as if he had been electrocuted and fell down again.

The Laughing Bat raised his hand and waved it in front of his face as if he smelled a bad fart: "Pfft, bad joke. I thought even fools knew that Batman would always win. In my world, heroes once released ghosts. Come to deal with me, but I was well prepared. I learned magic for three hours before the battle and defeated him. Do you think you are better than the ghost? So, you better answer my questions now, otherwise I will give you Are you telling a joke? You have a way to take back your 'sin money necklace', right? The sins God gave you are also your shackles, so you should have some special connection with God, right?"

"What do you want to do?!" Phantom Stranger rolled feebly on the ground: "You can't get any information from me."

"Deathstroke led someone to snatch the necklace from you. Are you very grateful to him? Pretending to be defeated by him allows you to temporarily get rid of your sins and do something of your own. It's a good plan. But everything is not what you thought. Easy, sin will not be given easily, nor will it be easily gotten rid of, even the money for sin is the same." The Laughing Bat looked very researched, and spoke very confidently: "It's enough to deceive yourself and others, let's have some fun The game is ready, the name of the game is 'Smell the laughing gas for Judas', hehe..."

"ah!!!!"

Green gas came out of the glass cover, and the Stranger, who was trapped by the special equipment, lost all his magical abilities. Presumably, this kind of glass was infiltrated with n-metal elements during its manufacture. The Stranger was in great pain at this time.

The Laughing Bat applauded: "Haha, have you been fooled? I lied to you. This is not laughing gas but atomized concentrated sulfuric acid. Are you happy? Don't be afraid, I will give you some strong alkali to neutralize it. Wait, before you cooperate, we still have plenty of time..."