What bad intentions could Batman have?

Chen Tao had a beautiful dream.

He dreamed that Superman was wearing a bat uniform, of course, with some Superman elements, with a big S on his chest, and a devilish and crazy expression on his face, posing in all kinds of bodybuilder poses.

Chen Tao was wearing a Hawaiian casual uniform, hiding behind Superman's majestic body, staring with dead fish eyes, jumping and dancing like an idiot, putting his hands on his head, clapping like a gorilla, and cheering with his tongue out:

"Great!"

"Don't poke, don't poke! Superman as Batman is really not a poke!"

In front of Superman were many villains kneeling.

Bane, Lex Luthor, Parasite, Metal Man, Brainiac, General Zod...

Those most dangerous, most terrifying, and most terrifying villains.

At this time, they hugged each other and cried.

General Zod wiped his tears on Lex Luthor's bald head, while Brainiac, a smart idiot with a 12th-level intelligence, blew his nose with his cape.

They shouted "Woo, woo, Superman is so powerful!" "We are all defeated!" Then Superman walked up to them in a cool and awesome manner, twisted his mouth, slightly √, grabbed their collars and lifted them up, slapped them on the left, slapped them on the right...

All the villains were beaten like big babies in kindergarten, and the music of the old disco in the 1970s sounded. Superman kicked them all into prison one by one like kicking a shuttlecock.

Chen Tao felt very happy after watching it. He put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly. Superman also jumped and jumped beside him to show off his muscles.

Then the next second, blood flowed from Superman's seven orifices.

Superman was still showing off his muscles, and the blood didn't seem to affect him at all.

Chen Tao began to get a little scared. He tried to cover the blood, but the blood still flowed out from his fingers uncontrollably and dripped onto the ground.

Superman coughed loudly, as if an invisible spear had pierced his chest, and a big hole had been torn in his chest, but even so, Superman was still showing off his muscles.

Blood gathered into a small pond under him. The invisible spear on his chest pierced into him again, and blood flowed like a stream, but he was like an exquisite puppet, repeatedly doing the standard movements of a bodybuilder...

Until he became a cold corpse and fell to the ground.

"No! No! No!" Chen Tao screamed loudly, holding up Superman's body: "No!"

He looked at his hands, which were covered with blood... Superman's blood.

"How dare you! How dare you take away my stable and healthy life-"

"Ah-"

Chen Tao roared, and he sat up from the bed suddenly, and saw the flames in the fireplace burning vigorously.

He slowly turned over and got out of bed, staring blankly at the flames. The firelight illuminated the sweat on his forehead and the roar echoing in his ears.

This is Bruce Wayne's mansion in Metropolis. Chen Tao walked to the window and saw the city was quiet in the night.

The night in Metropolis is so quiet, which is very different from the chaos of Gotham City.

The moon is bright, the low hum of insects and the stars in the sky are kissing each other, Chen Tao knows that dawn is coming...

It's great.

He walked to the desk lamp and opened his notebook. He trusted it more than the Batcomputer.

He turned to page 1, which read: Superman.

Below is a Superman S-shaped icon, and next to it is written:

Superman's father died.

Chen Tao picked up the pen and drew an unhappy little expression next to it, and then continued to read what he had written before:

This is terrible. His father taught him to protect himself until his death, and he would rather die in the storm than let Clark expose his abilities in front of everyone.

Over the years, every time the young Superman exposed his abilities, he always faced moving. Although Jonathan Kent is just a farmer, his love for his son makes his anti-detection vigilance comparable to that of a well-trained FBI agent through constant practice.

No wonder Alfred couldn't find him at all. Under the training of his father with paranoia, Clark Kent's anti-detection awareness is even better than his father's. He even used a pseudonym to check into a hotel when he first came to Metropolis.

He accepted the money I gave him. But this is by no means bought by money, but he knows how to be in the same boat with the world, and he cunningly and cleverly hides the difference in himself. I thought that according to Superman's moral standards, he would quietly donate the money to the welfare home.

But subsequent follow-up investigations showed that he did not do so. This is reasonable. A farm youth from Kansas cannot turn a blind eye to such a large sum of money. If the money is donated to the welfare home, it would be inconsistent with the common sense of normal people.

Our Mr. Clark will not allow himself to have such unreasonable loopholes. Damn it, although it is limited to this small matter, his desire to protect himself overwhelms his morality.

This is not the perfect moral man I am familiar with. The situation is a little worse.

Below is a line of questions in bold red:

How can I convince him to inherit my identity?

Chen Tao turned to another page and continued writing on it:

I am Batman.

This will be the last journey of my life. I want to find a strong successor for myself, Superman.

However, before I completely end my superhero career, contact with Superman may still lead me to encounter many extremely dangerous villains.

I am afraid I will have to take countermeasures against them.

Chen Tao paused, then continued to write:

The following are the villains I may encounter, and they are all one of Superman's most classic enemies.

1. General Zod.

2. ...

3. ...

And if I want to prepare for them, I should ...

Chen Tao shook the pen, rustled for a while, and then stood up.

He walked down the stairs and saw that Alfred had prepared a table of fragrant breakfast. Chen Tao sat down and enjoyed it with Alfred.

The atmosphere was harmonious and peaceful, and the years were quiet.

At 8:54 am, Chen Tao, wearing a Batman uniform, left the mansion. More than 30 minutes later, Chen Tao appeared in an underground base.

This place cannot be called a bat cave - although he can call it that. Due to the short time, this bat cave built in Metropolis is spacious enough, but it is not as well-equipped as the one under Wayne Manor.

But Chen Tao still ensured the most basic facilities.

He walked down the stairs and saw Clayface, Death Shooter, Cheshire Cat, and Ventriloquist sitting together playing cards.

"It's Batman!"

Harley Quinn came over in a strange maid outfit: "Dear master! Do you want your maid to make omelette rice for you?"

Then she ran away upside down in the next second, and ran to change into another dress with great interest.

Chen Tao turned his eyes to Poison Ivy, who was concentrating on boiling some potions.

Bruce Wayne's expired parents stood beside her, and Lucius, wearing a ridiculous candle head mask, stood beside her to help her.

"Ah, Batman, you're here." Lucius saw Chen Tao coming over, and finally pulled his consciousness out of the experiment like pulling a carrot, and said to Chen Tao: "All the things you told me before are ready."

Chen Tao and him passed the witch who was conducting magic experiments. Chen Tao noticed that Ivy seemed to have not taken a shower for a few days. Her burgundy hair was messy like a chicken coop, which was in sharp contrast with Harley Quinn who was playing games on the Bat Computer next to her.

Lucius took Chen Tao around the hall and through the corridor. The silver-white training hall appeared in front of them.

"Red Sun Weapon."

He said: "This is very simple. I weaponized it."

He said like a treasure: "There is also a kryptonite spear. This material is really difficult to polish."

"Kryptonite smoke bomb."

Lucius showed a lot of green grenades.

"Kryptonite bullet gun."

Chen Tao nodded silently.

"Good job, Lucius. These weapons are necessary preparations." He said: "I have another thing to do this time. Do you know what it is?"

"Yes, I know it very well." Lucius said.

He tapped on the console a few times, and then the center of the training ground sank, and a Batmobile was lifted out of the ground and appeared in the center.

Chen Tao took off his clothes bit by bit, and walked towards the Batmobile naked.

[Dear Batman No. 52, you have found the Batmobile. The Dark Multiverse Batman "Batmobile" can now be loaded. ]

[Load immediately? ]

Chen Tao stared at the silvery white words on his retina.

"Lucius, are you ready?"

"I'm fine, Bruce." Lucius looked serious. He operated on the computer again for a while, and soon all kinds of long guns and short guns and monitoring instruments were aimed at Chen Tao in every corner of the room.

He pressed a button, and then a huge glass rose from the ground to separate the two of them.

"It's time to start." He said.

Chen Tao nodded.

Facing the Batmobile in front of him, he let out a long breath.

[Load]

This is a new function generated by the Alfred Protocol after Chen Tao's danger level was raised from "none" to F. At that time, he confirmed with Alfred on the spot that even an ordinary Batmobile could meet the requirements of the task of [Finding the Batmobile]. However, although it did not look like it had any dangerous functions, Chen Tao still chose to start loading it after Lucius and his cutting-edge instruments were all in place. In short, everything is in place now. So, it's time, Chen Tao took a deep breath. [Load now] [Loaded... Alfred Protocol is taking effect] Pain, severe pain! At that moment, Chen Tao watched the Batmobile in front of him silently melt into a solution similar to a candle, and pounced directly on his body. This scene was like pouring hot oil on a mouse. Chen Tao was caught off guard and screamed. "Ah!" Countless flowing metals merged with his flesh and blood, desperately drilling into his small body. Chen Tao felt that his brain was clear, and the world in front of him seemed to have become a fallacy composed of zeros and ones. No, that's not right, the world is not made up of data. Chen Tao shook his head, and then found himself kneeling on the ground.

The memory of the Batmobile came to his mind again, but this time it was no longer like watching a TV movie like before, but... empathy.

But this is not a big problem. Chen Tao knocked his head twice, making a metallic clang.

He had seen this memory once before, and it was not enough to shake him.

The pain gradually subsided.

Wait, the metallic sound?

Chen Tao stretched out his hand, and the next second it turned into a wheel.

But there were no silver particles.

His hand rotated and grew unconventionally. The bright red muscles and bones surged in his blurred hand, and then turned into the color of steel and the black of rubber.

His hand turned into a wheel!

Then... the whole body.

"This feeling is no different from what you had before-" Chen Tao heard Lucius say: "It's not-"

But the next second, he screamed in surprise: "What's going on? I haven't operated a computer?"

"I'm in control." Chen Tao said.

This feeling is very strange, like traveling in the world of 0 and 1.

Chen Tao suddenly realized that in the dark multiverse belonging to the Batmobile, the other party completely controlled everything about people by implanting tracking systems on other people's social media and accounts.

After the people overthrew him and destroyed his body, he directly uploaded his consciousness into the car.

In essence, the Batmobile is not a car, but an electronic life... a code ghost!

The huge car slowly turned its tires. Lucius slowly retreated, and all technological creations retreated step by step under the caress of the ghost's invisible giant claws, and completely surrendered.

"Oh my God."

He said.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and Chen Tao and he turned their heads and saw Poison Ivy manipulating huge vines to break through the door: "Impossible, what is that?"

Poison Ivy's hair stood up, and her eyes glowed green: "What is that? The green of all things is restless, something new is born!"

Chen Tao immediately changed his body back to its original form. The world began to change again, zero and one disappeared, and Chen Tao's eyes were deep.

The state just now reminded him of something.

The spirit of metal.

Another country that is known as the black of decay, the red of all beings, and the green of all things, the kingdom of all artificial intelligence and silicon-based life!

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“Superman saved seven innocent people in yesterday’s fire!”

“Superman’s motives remain unclear.”

“Superman – the next stage of human evolution!”

Lex Luthor threw the newspaper hard on the table.

“The Daily Planet started this Superman nonsense first, and now it’s spreading like a plague.”

He whispered to the man standing behind him, “How could they be so stupid?”

He swept the table violently, and the newspapers fell to the ground one after another.

Lex Luthor walked to the French window and stopped.

“How could other media believe this Superman’s disguise? Even here I can see them… watching from the sky.”

He turned his head:

“I only know the Daily Planet, and it’s happy to report this, but other media –”

Luthor’s voice rang in the office.

“As far as I know, the circulation of the Daily Planet has increased by 700% in the past few days, because they are the news monopoly of the Man of Steel.

“Superman is only willing to appear for that little photographer, and Lois Lane, and he only speaks to her.”

“But they don’t know at all. They don't understand anything. I'm 200% sure that the monster flying in the sky with a cape is not human. I've studied him. They have been in contact with an alien - in a confused and extremely dangerous state. "

Luthor turned his head and said to the person behind him: "Ling Qianjin has brought trouble, General."

"My daughter will bring trouble to everyone, Luthor." Then he heard the man answer him: "Let's talk about the deal between us."

Lex Luthor's expression eased.

"Well, as you wish, General Sam Lane!"