The Death Knell

If anyone is asking how cheerful Batman is today, look no further than his performance in Gotham.

"Forget it if you can't find the whereabouts of Doomsday Blues. He is a Constantine from another world. He will appear on his own sooner or later. Friends, why should we let the failure of the mission affect our enjoyment of the acid rain late at night?"

He rubbed his hands, hugged the red and black man beside him, took a deep breath on the latter, and said with a smile:

"Oh, that's right, Deathstroke's cousin, you smell like expired pickles that have been stirred with rotten entrails. How about I treat you to Russian food in the city? Haha."

"What? Really? I'll go"

Deadpool quickly raised his arms and smelled his armpits. Everyone around him could feel a spicy smell spreading in the rain, but he didn't notice it himself:

"Sniff, I can't smell it. Maybe it's because I have nasopharyngeal cancer. The inside of my nostrils are still molting. Do you want to see caterpillars? Batman, I just need to remove the inner and outer skin of the tube-like cortex that has shed in my nostrils. Turn it over, it looks like a caterpillar, and then spread the pus out like varnish evenly on the surface. Ta-da, it’s done, everyone come and see, I’m rubbing the art with my hands. By the way , Brother Bat, your hair color is black, and my nose hair is also black, we are really a match made in heaven, hehe."

"I really envy Deathstroke to have a relative as capable as you. None of Bruce's relatives are as interesting as you." Zorn Batman nodded repeatedly and admired Deadpool's caterpillar art, as if he didn't feel disgusted at all, and continued Smiling and taking Deadpool to the restaurant.

He may indeed be different from the previous Batman, because not far from the two people talking, Harley and a few serial killers were trying to stuff several corpses into the sewer outlet. He seemed to have no idea. See the same.

The source of the corpse is very simple. Some citizens participating in the zero-yuan shopping tonight were high. They met a strange Michael on the road and wanted to steal his white-faced mask.

As a result, he was stabbed to death.

He is like a Halloween nightmare, and he uses the kitchen knife superbly. He is much more skilled at killing people than carving pumpkins.

The sword flashed, and even the red hood didn't have time to stop him. Several black men with golden iron chains all hung up.

The murderer Michael still tilted his head. He thought the gold chains on the necks and clothes of those people were some kind of protective gear, like chainmail, but why couldn't a dozen of them tied together block the knife?

But after seeing these broken gold chains floating in the water on the side of the road, he seemed to understand.

Just when everyone was about to complain about the plastic 'gold' chain, Harley saw a figure with pointed ears on the street. She immediately realized that it was Batman who was coming, so she quickly asked everyone to clean up the body and not make it obvious. It's too bloody.

Yes, as an old man in Gotham, she certainly knew that the bat would not do anything to her.

But now that I am a superhero, I still want to join the Justice League for fun. Although killing is good, I can’t be greedy. I will be lectured by non-killers like Bat.

But when the figure with pointed ears came closer, she realized that she had mistaken the person. This was not Batman at all, but more like a maniacal laugh.

Fortunately, the adjutant explained Zorn's identity to her in time, and the new bat greeted everyone enthusiastically, even shook hands with the murderers one by one, welcomed them to Gotham for sightseeing, and then walked over to Deadpool. It's all nonsense, and he looks like he has nothing to do.

He had said that he was going to help catch Doomsday Blues, but just now, the Red Hood told him that Constantine in the other world was lost, and the Batman who called himself Zorn changed his mind again. He didn't seem to be planning to chase, but to wait and see.

Gotham is this big tree. For some unknown reason, he seems to believe that the doomsday blues will come back and then crash to death here.

It doesn't matter to Harley. She doesn't really want to drink tonight. The pleasure that alcohol can bring her is far less than that of killing people. She wants to continue to have fun in the city with Xia Kaila and the murderers. .

But Deadpool is different. He knows that Batman has money, a lot of money, so he wants to follow Batman to enjoy Gotham's nightlife.

Yes, today is another long night, and the flow of time seems to be different from that in Marvel 40K, but so what? What does it have to do with the mercenaries who were originally on the honeymoon trip?

It's nice to kill the target casually and make some money from your cousin, but in the end, it's all about fun.

"I won't go. I have to continue the investigation." Red Hood turned and left. He obviously didn't want to have more contact with Zorn. It was obvious that Batman had changed so much that he didn't know how to deal with it, but he made an excuse: "I signed a contract with Deathstroke. Contract, I don’t want to waste time.”

"Hey, kid, then you have to work harder, I'm going to play." Zorn smiled and patted the Red Hood's shoulder, waved to everyone, and then whistled towards the street corner, and saw the Batmobile speeding away. Lai Lai: "Deadpool and I may not be able to come back tomorrow morning, so don't wait for us to have breakfast."

After saying that, he jumped into the Batmobile. Deadpool rubbed his hands excitedly and got in after him.

"Squeak~~~"

The cockpit cover was closed, and the thick tires spun quickly on the road full of water and mud. Amidst the white smoke smelling of burnt rubber, the Batmobile was like an arrow leaving the string, with fire spraying from the back of its butt. Speed ​​away.

All that was left was an afterimage on everyone's retinas.

"Here we are, can I call you Wade?" Zorn Batman parked the car some distance away from a Russian restaurant and motioned for Deadpool to get out: "I am the second personality of the previous Batman. But your cousin and I have been friends for a long time, and I’m quite familiar with you.”

Deadpool blinked a few times, and the eyes on the mask narrowed:

"Have we been friends for a long time? Your car is really cool, but the seat is not very comfortable. The propeller of the ejection seat is pressing against me through the seat cushion. I am so scared."

"Haha, I can't help it. This car was not made by me, but by Bruce and Fox. I don't have time to modify it, but I will write down your feedback in a small book."

Batman walked out of the car, stretched out, moved his neck and made a clicking sound:

"But that's all for later. Can you tell me what you know about 'blank'? Talk as you go. Don't be stunned. Are you ready to eat pickles?"

"Well, although I still like the feeling of the chimichurri in my rectum, the free Russian food is not bad, and I can drink some beetroot soup, which will give me an excuse next time I have blood in my stool. But what if I If I’m not mistaken, this hotel doesn’t seem to be open?”

Deadpool wiped his hands on his pants, which was considered to be ready for dinner, but when he looked up, he saw that the restaurant Batman pointed at was dark and dark, as quiet as a morgue.

However, Zorn had already taken out the lock pick to pry the door, and he did not forget to turn his head and say to Deadpool with a smile:

"Although the kid in Red Hood is not bad, he didn't learn a key lesson. A good detective is not a bounty hunter who only tracks suspects, but one who anticipates what the suspect will do before he commits another crime and goes directly to it. Ambush him."

"Oh? I thought the Red Hood was pretty good. When his head was blown off, many viewers went crazy."

While talking about incomprehensible topics, Deadpool watched the bat work.

Seeing that Batman was having a hard time picking the lock, he subconsciously reached out to touch his back, only to find that his pony bag was forgotten at the TVA headquarters. Naturally, there was no C4 available today.

Zorn smiled slightly in the darkness. His purple tights didn't look so dark, and what he said was something he would never say:

"I don't care about that, but what I want to say is that the doomsday blues we are looking for is a Constantine from another world, and as we all know, Constantine is a heavy alcoholic. If I were him, I would be sure that I was out of pursuit and safe. After that, he will want to drink something to take a rest, that is, to find the nearest and strongest alcohol. If he had conducted a detailed investigation of Gotham before attacking our earth, then as an alcoholic, he He will definitely know that this Russian restaurant serves the strongest moonshine vodka, which is the most suitable for him."

"Ah, it's amazing. The solution to the problem is so clear, and Batman explains it himself. I'm flattered."

Deadpool took out a wooden sign from his trouser pocket, wrote '10' on it with blood on the dead skin, and showed it to the bat:

"But there's another problem. You didn't bring me here to eat at all, but you tricked me into working. It's dark, it's too dark."