Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

Duke stood by the window, watching what the Joker did.

Quizell walked behind Duke: "Boss, what are you looking at?"

"I was thinking about one thing. Isn't it strange that Batman couldn't resist the Joker's personality invasion, and the Joker couldn't resist his personality exaggeration? It stands to reason that there must always be one person who loses!"

"You mean someone lied?"

"Who knows!"

...

Wayne Manor!

The housekeeper Alfred pushed the dining car into the bedroom. He was in a good mood today. Master Wayne, who had been in a coma for two days, finally woke up. Although the request to eat a strawberry sundae right after waking up was a bit odd, but sugar is good for your body, he readily complied.

In the luxuriously decorated bedroom, Wayne lay sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, lost in thought, only to realize that at some point, his little finger had been inserted into his nostril.

"This is not a clown's style, what the hell has he stuffed into my head..." Wayne was talking, feeling a little itchy on the soles of his feet, and couldn't help buttoning them.

Ever since, when Alfred opened the door and came in, this was the scene he saw. His master first picked his feet, then pinched his nostrils with his fingers, and then... he picked his feet again!

Alfred: "..."

Who am I, where am I, what happened?

"Ah Fu, you're here, just give me the sundae." Wayne silently put down his hands that picked his feet, and returned to his previous rigorous style.

"Master, are you alright?" Alfred asked concerned.

Ever since the clown sent the unconscious Wayne home that night, Alfred couldn't eat or sleep well, because his master had no clothes on at the time. Fortunately, now that Wayne woke up and looked good, he felt a little relieved.

"Honestly, I've never been better, so you don't have to worry," Wayne replied, and it would have been more convincing if he hadn't been scooping up the sundae.

"Master, I think it is necessary for you to have a physical examination." Thinking of the clown's methods, Alfred was terrified.

"That's exactly what I mean." Wayne stopped taking sugar and was in a coma for two days, but he didn't feel any discomfort, but felt his energy explode.

This is not the reaction that normal people should have!

...

Batcave!

Wayne stood in the middle of a pile of sandbags with a blushing face and no panting. Iron sand flowed out from the broken sandbags. Wayne picked up a grain of iron sand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger lightly, and the iron sand turned into plasticine.

Wayne's face remained unchanged, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He turned around and walked to the wall of the grotto, and punched down hard. The fierce fist front roared and exploded, and the hard stone wall was pierced like tofu, and half of his arm was deeply buried in it.

Crash!

Wayne pulled out his arm and saw that the skin scratched by the sharp gravel healed itself within a few seconds without leaving a scar, and the shock in his heart could not be added. He remembered what Duke said to him at that time, that there were not many enemies who could make him special battle plans. He didn't think about it at the time, but now he understood the deep meaning of these words.

"Master, I think you should take a look at these, there are data about your current body." Alfred hurried over, holding a stack of documents in his hands, his words were full of disbelief.

Wayne looked at the document in front of him, raised his hand and put it down again, and took it three times in a row before he took it and read it. Seeing this, even he, who has always been calm, couldn't help but click his tongue again and again.

Strength, agility, acuity, and physique have been improved by leaps and bounds on the basis of the original, surpassing the limits of human beings and reaching the inhuman realm. Bench press data, sprint data, etc., all broke the world record by a large margin, and even some non-human heroes and villains could not do this.

Wayne knows that some data cannot be measured by machines, just like his senses and mind, his thinking is extremely clear, so clear that he can recite pi backwards. Moreover, it also has recovery ability and endurance. The whole body is continuously gushing out strength, and I feel alive and kicking without eating or drinking for ten days.

To put it bluntly, the current him is the same as the one he played before.

Wayne put down the document and solemnly asked his most trusted housekeeper, "Ah Fu, am I still human?"

"Of course! In theory, you have evolved!"

Wayne didn't speak when he heard the words. He raised his head and looked at the various equipment around the Batcave. Batsuits, Batmobiles, Grab Guns, and Cable Launchers. These were the most reliable props in the past, but now they look so weak. .

"Sir, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, really!" Wayne exhaled heavily, and the persistence in his eyes became more determined.

"But you seem to be very preoccupied...do you want me to give you some psychological counseling?"

"It's okay, men and dogs, if we don't see each other for three or two days, they will change a lot!" Wayne subconsciously replied.

"Uh, what did you say?" Alfred looked confused.

Wayne also looked confused, what's the matter with this line, why did he say it so proficiently?

"I mean... I'm hungry, Ah Fu, make me something to eat!"

"What would you like to eat?"

"Chocolate sundae, strawberry flavored milk, in fact, as long as it is sweet, I think I will become very anxious if I don't eat sugar... Ah Fu, why do you look at me like that?"

"Master, eating too much sweets is bad for your health!" Alfred's eyes twitched.

"It's okay, I've decided to eat what I like and live a short life."

"Sir, are you serious?"

"Of course..." Wayne said as a matter of course, his face changed suddenly after he finished speaking, he shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "Ah Fu, I need a psychological counseling, no, it's psychological treatment!"

"You're right, we'd better start now." Alfred yelled, his master played a playboy during the day and a bat at night, and finally became schizophrenic.

"By the way, there is one more thing."

"You say!"

"How's Gotham these two days, I mean the clown, is there any news about him these two days?"

"I'm sorry, maybe the clown hides too deeply, and there is no news about him. The nights in Gotham have been the same as usual for the past two days..." Alfred said while thinking: "If there is anything to say, it is probably Gotham On the south side of the city, it has been rarely quiet these two nights. But you also know that this obviously has nothing to do with the clown, if he is in the south, I don’t know what kind of chaos there will be!”

Wayne nodded and decided to go to the south to see tonight.

...

At this time, in the south of Gotham, there are always one or two stains of the city in the steel jungle with high-rise buildings. Dark, smelly gutters, low, dilapidated bungalows, and chaotic slums are not only dirty on the surface, but also full of ugliness in the dark.

An abandoned factory warehouse, the door was welded shut, and the windows were sealed with iron sheets, like a prison isolated from the outside world.

In a room ten meters square and dimly lit, six vicious men with various tattoos woke up one by one from a coma. Their skin is black or white, tall or thin, but they all have one thing in common, that is, their photos are hung in the Gotham Police Station, and they are rewarded with a lot of money.

"Damn, where is this?" The big black man just woke up, and was suffocated by the musty smell in the room.

In a closed room, the roof is dim yellow light bulbs that flicker on and off, blackened toilets are separated by barriers, and only half of the dirty mirrors are left. It can be seen that this is a dilapidated bathroom with disgusting stains on the floor and walls, dirty and smelly.

"Bastard, who gave you the guts to kidnap me? Do you know who I am?" The big black man looked at the disgusting toilet beside him, almost vomited, stood up angrily, and walked towards the dark toilet door. In the end, before taking two steps, he heard the sound of iron chains colliding, and fell to the ground with a snap.

The big black man looked down and saw that his ankles were tied with shackles, and the iron chains went around the thick drainpipe behind the toilet, locking him here.

In the toilet, the other five people did the same, each with a toilet and a chain. The six people looked at each other in blank dismay. Although they were all bold and villainous, this was the first time they had seen the situation before them.

mischief?

No, no one has the guts!

Kidnap? captivity? Little brother rebelled?

It's possible!

rustle————

After a burst of electric current chirping, on the wall opposite the six people, an old TV suddenly lit up, and the black and white picture was sparkling with snow.

The weird picture made the six people's scalps tingle, and then they saw a more terrifying figure appear.

Gotham Nightmare - The Joker!

The clown sat on the screen in a suit, his hair was meticulously combed into a big back, and he even applied hairspray.

Well, very spiritual!

"Scumbags, welcome to the Joker game, you need redemption!"

Thanks to the book friends: Elegant Chinese cabbage, I don’t know it’s been a thousand years. Meng Bujue, accepting beautiful girls aged 16 to 25, Shushan stressful afternoon sleep, Lonely Soul 1994, 08a, fake and harsh fake house rewards!