What bad intentions could Batman have?

"See...what's going on? You didn't tell me beforehand that you had reached a cooperation with Scarecrow Jonathan Crane!"

The two muscle claws roared and fought with the traitors under the Penguin. Lincoln March raised his arm armor, and the lit 3D screen showed a man wearing a white owl mask.

Lincoln March looked confused on the surface, trying not to let his voice show anger:

"You have obviously already negotiated with him, why did you arrange for me to pretend to inspect him?"

In just a few seconds, Lincoln March's mind had turned eighteen corners.

Rage rushed to his head, making his mind clear:

"If I'm not mistaken, without the Penguin's betrayal, I'm afraid I would have a good chat with Scarecrow, because in terms of power and strength, Scarecrow meets the standards of a collaborator you gave me before..."

The Owl Court's internal test plan was quickly and completely deduced in his mind:

"Then after the host and the guest have a good time, Scarecrow will take the opportunity to say that he is very interested in me and wants to establish a private alliance with me to bypass the court..."

Lincoln March continued to add in his heart:

"Then I will refuse, and then the court will create other things to reduce my vigilance against Scarecrow. When I completely believe that I am the first member of the court to contact Scarecrow, I am afraid I will really reach some cooperation with Scarecrow behind the court's back... And if Scarecrow tells the court all these things, then it will be my... doomsday."

His heart was cold, and he suppressed his anger and murderous intent, without showing any in his tone and face.

Yes, face.

Although he was wearing a helmet, he was not sure whether the court had installed a monitor on his helmet, nor was he sure whether the expression on his face was being monitored by the court. He was not sure about anything, and therefore, he did not dare to relax for a moment.

Sooner or later, I will kill you all.

He was ruthless in his heart, but the melancholy face of Bruce Wayne suddenly appeared in his mind.

"... I have a younger brother, his name is Thomas Wayne Jr., hahahaha, my parents and I love him very much, but he is born with a bad health..."

"... My parents entrusted him to the Willow Grove Hospital, but one day he disappeared, and I have been looking for him..."

"... If you become the mayor of Gotham, can you help me find my brother?"

"... Please forgive my presumptuous request, I know the mayor should not use his power to do things for me personally..."

"... I have always missed my brother..."

"... He is my relative..."

"... Family..."

"... It is difficult to find him, he can no longer be called Thomas Wayne Jr...."

But he may be called Lincoln March.

"I don't understand, the court." Lincoln March's face showed a clear confused expression: "As the most loyal claw of the court, I should not question the court's decision. But I don't understand why the court wants me to perform such a meaningless task?" Silence. The white owl masked man opposite did not speak. Lincoln March tried his best to control his heart rate so that there would not be any changes. Although he had been strengthened by electrum, his heart was still beating. He secretly carried out special intensive training for polygraph without the court's knowledge. With a little training, he could deceive that stupid machine. He was confident that even if he was pressed on the polygraph now, the court would not find that he was not sincere. "It's not meaningless, Lincoln." The man in the white owl mask said, "It's just to test the scarecrow, don't worry about it." He said, "Now, you just need to help the scarecrow get rid of the Penguin. Copper Pat, that stupid guy. When Falcone left, we spared his life... But he shouldn't interfere with the court's plan. The thing he regrets most before his death will be his erratic personality in this life." "It's Venom, Oswald." The scarecrow stood up from the ground, stretching his tall and thin body like a bamboo pole. "He helped me realize that replenishing my own strength is not to admit my insignificance." Bang bang bang bang bang! Without saying a word, the Death Shooter started to pour bullets at him. If there was still the idea of ​​capturing the other party alive and intact before, there is no need to hold back now. All kinds of bullets poured towards the scarecrow's limbs. The four muzzles in his hands fired at the same time. The metal storm would tear the scarecrow's limbs apart in the next second, turning him into a real human pig.

Even if it caused the opponent to be disabled for life or there was a possibility of bleeding to death, it didn't matter. It had to be done before the two claws came to protect him...

Clang clang clang clang clang!

The fine knife light was endless, and the sound of bullets and blades colliding was as beautiful as a sonata played by a musician.

Bullets slowly fell to the ground, and the Death Shooter stopped shooting, his face was indifferent.

Such ordinary shooting could not do anything to the opponent.

The scarecrow tightened his collar and wiped his head.

"In fact, knowing your own limitations is a kind of power."

He said, "And I have long realized that the best way to intimidate others is with unknown trump cards and new powers."

He slowly opened his hands, and Lincoln March just watched the seven claws he brought walk past him one by one, treating him as if he were non-existent air.

At this moment, Jonathan Crane was more like the spokesperson of the Court of Owls than him.

"Hey, no way!"

Harley Quinn stood next to another muscle claw and shouted loudly: "No way, no way, they are not all muscle monsters? It can't be so outrageous!"

In response to her, the muscle claw next to her chopped the place where she just stood.

The samurai sword that was originally as long as the arm was held in the hand of the muscle claw, just like a 1.8-meter-tall strong man holding a small table knife.

But even so, under the huge force, the floor where Harley was originally standing immediately exploded.

"Harley! Damn it, don't stand so close to this monster!" Poison Ivy immediately commanded the huge plant to roll back and hit Claw flying backwards: "Harley! You are a weak and helpless cute little girl, and I am a witch. You should have left these dangerous guys to me..." "I am also a witch!" Harley Quinn said, she jumped onto Claw who was lying on the ground and hit him hard on the head with a baseball bat: "Die!" With a bang, Harley felt that the force she used was so great that her hand was hurt. This force was enough to smash the head of an ordinary person like a watermelon. But the next second, she saw Claw straighten his head without any damage, and tore the vines wrapped around his body with his backhand. "Ah oh." With a bang, in the rising smoke, Harley turned gymnastics somersaults and escaped beautifully and cutely. "Come on, be angry, claws!" Scarecrow raised his hands: "Use your venom!"

The next second, all the claws roared deafeningly!

As the seven shadows gradually grew taller and bigger, Penguin swallowed his saliva.

He immediately and decisively put his hands on the headphones: "Batman!!! Help!!!"