What bad intentions could Batman have?

The National Guard's combat command room.

Mayor Carlo sat in his seat in fear.

"Scarecrow -"

The clown looked at the scarecrow with surprise and joy: "What a strange surprise!"

The scarecrow fell silently from the windowsill. He was tall and thin, like a big bamboo pole that could walk, but his skills were unexpectedly agile.

"I'm offended, clown, when you have a master available..."

"You go to look for amateurs in the Kingdom of Fear."

"Ah, yes, the master is you, of course." The clown answered him, he spread his palms, the expression on his face was like a little boy jumping for joy, flashing innocent malice.

"But I think maybe I can control Cornelius Stirk, huh?"

(Note: the super villain Ogre, first appeared in Detective Comics 592)

"You are so wrong, bad choice, Joker."

The Scarecrow's voice was a little sharp under the respirator:

"This makes me angry. In fact, I want to give you a dose of my fear..."

"Then give it a try, Scarecrow, I'm sure I'll find this experience fun - ahahahahahahahaha~"

The Scarecrow stared at the Joker in silence. This confrontation that made people feel like cardiac arrest (only Mayor Carlo next to him felt this way) lasted for about 10 seconds.

Mayor Carlo collapsed in his seat, unable to say a word.

The Scarecrow said:

"I want to replace Scott - but this time it must be an equal partnership... no one controls anyone."

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

"Ogre" Cornelius Stirk pushed the door open and walked in.

"Damn it! Scarecrow!" he said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Steck!" The Joker greeted him like a middle school girl and said, "Where is Captain Steve, whom I asked you to kidnap?"

"Here." The Ogre took out a large piece of red stuff from his back, along with a bunch of other red, messy stuff, and ate it in front of the Joker without a care.

While eating his snacks and desserts, he said vaguely:

"Captain, adrenaline is very good... well, it's a bubbling, delicious stress source hormone, which fully satisfies all the natural materials required for an organic fear stew..."

"No, you idiot!" The Joker grabbed his scalp in despair: "You illiterate, you should kidnap him, not kill him!"

He lowered his head and slapped his ears left and right: "Fuck you, you shouldn't have used Scott, it's too unstable. After all, you're a lunatic! Ahahahaha! Well, me too! Madmen should be with madmen-who made me choose the collaborator?"

The Joker asked again:

"No one else saw you killing Steve?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah... Of course not!" The ogre swallowed a mouthful of food and said vaguely: "I hypnotized the soldiers at the door when I went in. Now no one knows that Smith is dead. Even if he is dead, our plan will not be affected."

"Okay, okay." The clown held his forehead helplessly, "Let's do it, you have done it."

He scratched his head like crazy, and then said: "I'm thirsty! Sterke, hand me the glass of water on the table behind you."

So the clown took the water from the ogre, took a big sip, and made a hissing sound.

The scarecrow, who was ignored for a while, finally couldn't help talking:

"So, clown, my cooperation with you..."

With a click, the clown smashed the glass in his hand on the table with his backhand, and half a second later, all the fragments were inserted into the ogre's throat.

"Ah! Ah...you...you..."

The ogre didn't react at all. He struggled to take out the sharp blade from his arms, but he fell to the ground in vain as soon as he stood up.

The clown stepped forward quickly, took out his dagger from his arms, and then rode on the ogre's twitching body, swinging it again and again: "Fuck-you, you useless thing, waste! Waste!"

The blood stained the food that the ogre had just chewed in his mouth, making them look fresh and delicious like a medium-rare steak.

Until the red juice in the ogre's body was squeezed out, the clown threw away the dagger and wiped the red spots on his face with his sleeve elegantly.

"Well," he made a disgusting knight's chest-touching salute: "Scarecrow, my dearest friend, it's time to show your true skills."

The scarecrow was silent for a moment, then he stepped out his long legs like a thin bamboo pole, stepped over the dead body of the ogre on the ground, walked to the mayor, and without saying a word, used his skull-shaped spray to spray a large cloud of mist on Mayor Carlo's cheek.

"No! Impossible! This can't be true!"

Mayor Carlo's eyes widened, and his eyeballs were stretched with red threads under the stimulation of chemicals.

"One... must be a nightmare... No, it's not real!"

"Ah, but we are really real, Mr. Mayor, super real."

The clown laughed shrilly: "If the guards at your door can still speak for you, they can testify for us!"

"No, no, it's poisonous!"

"What's poisonous, Mr. Mayor? What did you see? What is your biggest fear?"

"Spider? Viper?"

"Deteriorated sushi?"

"No, no!" Under the effect of the fear toxin, Mayor Carlo trembled all over, like a baby who couldn't take care of himself.

"Snakes...snakes are...poisonous!"

The scarecrow came close to Mayor Carlo. Mayor Carlo was horrified to see two poisonous snakes coming out of his eye sockets, but the scarecrow acted as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't seen the two poisonous snakes at all.

The whisper of the scarecrow rang in his ears:

"Snakes, Mr. Mayor. Pythons, vipers. Their forked tongues spit out quickly, piercing the soft flesh of your throat, licking it, just to pierce it quickly... with their hooks... hollow..."

"Fangs!"

"Please... I beg you, what do you want to do?"

"Well, Mayor Carlo--" the Joker said, "It's time to use your influence! Dance lightly under the fiber optic lights and bring this dark city to its knees!"

He laughed wildly, just like a mischievous child who said the answer to the riddle. The despair, anger, fear, and finally the helpless expression on other people's faces were his greatest reward!

"In addition to sending all 20,000 people to the battlefield, I have a special gift of laughing gas to give to Bane-as a small revenge for him taking away our Batman's favor!"

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burned and battered, with a broken rib.

I'm almost out of energy. I've never felt so exhausted, so bad.

But I'm not dead yet.

Bane lowered his head and looked at the increasing number of enemies spreading towards him.

"Venom input... maximum power."

"Start."