What bad intentions could Batman have?

With a loud bang.

The Cheshire Cat fled the place where she had just stood in a panic, and the next second, the place exploded under the joint attack of the three claws, and the wooden floor was smashed and wood chips flew everywhere.

"What a hell."

She said to the Deadshot: "I thought I didn't have to jump around like a monkey this time."

She complained: "Since I came to Gotham, it seems that I have been doing the same job. I am an assassin! I'm really fed up!"

There were too many claws, and in such an indoor space, the Cheshire Cat couldn't make a big turn.

She barely used her knife to block the samurai sword swung by the muscle claws, and then her folding knife flew out of the window with a cheering cry of "I'm free".

The Cheshire Cat was immediately a little exasperated: "Floyd, why can't you take out the ultrasonic rocket launcher or the surge effect gun and blow these guys away directly?"

Of course, the Cheshire Cat was just talking. This hall might be a very spacious place for a banquet, but if it were a battlefield, a direct ultrasonic rocket here would undoubtedly be a scene of mutual destruction.

The Cheshire Cat regretted that she was distracted during the battle.

She did a swift backflip, and then saw the man on the opposite side who was trying to catch her abandon his knife and change his fists, hammering down at her with a whistling sound.

"Fuck." The Cheshire Cat cursed in a pleasant voice.

Bang!

She was hit and flew backwards with her arms crossed, leaving a human-shaped hole on the wall, and fell from the second floor of the hospital.

This scene was inexplicably familiar, and she seemed to have been hit and flew out in the same way when she fought with Bane before.

"Damn it!"

Death Shooter's forehead was covered with cold sweat. In such a small indoor space, if he used a breaching effect gun, it would be very likely that this place would collapse directly.

Wait, why not?

Deadshot's brain froze for a moment, then he reacted immediately and turned around to call out to Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy and Killer Croc who were still fighting with the claws.

"Tear this down! Fight these freaks in an open space!"

He shouted loudly, and then took the lead to shoot at the load-bearing wall.

Mr. Freeze, who was lying on the ground, was furious: "No! What are you doing!!! We are still lying here and can't move. If you knock this place down--"

"I don't care about you!"

Deadshot fired another shot at the wall. The current hit the wall and corroded a big charred hole on it.

"We must face death calmly... Ah! Great God! Almighty Father, the true God, we..."

Mr. Freeze turned around and saw that the lower half of the Clayface was almost melted, but he was still performing there. This can't be blamed on the other party. After all, the other party is a terminally ill histrionic personality... But I'm still angry!

"Firefly, come and help me!" He quickly called out to Firefly, the only one who could still move among the many villains. After all, it was just that his armor and uniform were scrapped, but he could still move.

Mr. Freeze looked at Dr. Phosphorus, who was lying on the ground and smoking because he mistakenly took sodium hydroxide as sugar cubes, and Man-Bat, who had turned into a thin scholar: "We have to get them out!"

"Batman, if you don't come to save people, we will..."

"I have jumped out of the plane and will arrive at the battlefield in 30 seconds."

There was a whirring sound in Penguin's ears, as if someone was falling. He huddled up with the ventriloquist, and the two short and fat dwarfs trembled on the chaotic battlefield:

"Hurry up!!!"

"I won't let you succeed." Scarecrow immediately noticed the actions of the Death Shooter, and he saw Poison Ivy also followed and smashed the huge plant against the load-bearing wall next to him.

He immediately called a claw: "Stop him!"

"Yes."

Even though they had become muscular freaks, these well-trained claw assassins did not slow down at all.

In an instant, he appeared in front of the Death Shooter, and he swung the knife: "Floyd Lawton, the Court of Owls sentences you to death!"

The knife light fell like a stream, and the Death Shooter retreated violently, raising the muzzle of the gun--

clang!

The samurai sword was bitten in the air by a bloody mouth, and it was immediately shattered with just a force.

It was Killer Croc!

The muscular claw assassin was stunned for a moment, then swung a punch, but was caught by Killer Croc: "Don't tease me!"

He swung his tail, and under the green scales, the muscles twisted like a centipede.

Lifting his foot, stepping down, and then suddenly inserting into the floor!

The opponent only felt...

Weightlessness, spinning, and then being violently inserted into the floor like a hammer!

Swish!

The head of the Claw Assassin broke through the floor and appeared on the ceiling of the second floor.

Killer Croc showed a contemptuous look.

"Your strength is far inferior to that of the real Bane."

He said confidently: "If it is only this level, even if there are three of us, I will not lose-"

The next second, he was pressed down by the five Claws that jumped up.

"It's not fair... woo woo woo..."

The fists hit like drums, and the big crocodile held his head with both hands and was kicked in a circle. He was beaten so hard that he couldn't say a word.

Taking this opportunity, the Death Shooter fired another shot at the wall.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

With a thunderous roar, it seemed as if the whole world was collapsing, and the entire building finally collapsed.

In the ruins, Deadshot just got up and saw that he was standing opposite them in the bright moonlight.

"Waylon, how are you?"

Killer Croc pushed a pile of rubble away and stood up dizzy. He cursed and spit out a pile of rotten stones that he had eaten.

"I'm fine, where's Oswald?"

"Thanks to you, he's not dead yet."

The voice of the Penguin sounded next to him, and a pile of rubble was pushed away, and underneath was the Penguin who was holding an umbrella to protect himself and the ventriloquist.

He whispered:

"Push for a while longer, Batman should have 15 seconds left-"

"Waylon! Old friend!" The voice of the Scarecrow rang out, and he slowly walked out from under the protection of his muscle claws and slowly clapped his hands.

"Still so agile after so many years, it reminds me of the golden years when we worked together before." He said: "How about this, Waylon, I offer you 5 million, no, 10 million US dollars, how about you bring me the head of the stupid penguin next to you?" "Pay now, just like the times we worked together before. You always want money, right, big guy?" "Indeed." Killer Croc said: "But." He paused, and said to Scarecrow's confused eyes: "There are still 5 seconds now." "What do you mean?" "5." He said. "4." Poison Ivy flipped the bricks and stones, and the plant carried her and Harley Quinn and landed next to Penguin. "3." The Cheshire Cat who had just been knocked away slowly walked back. She crossed the ruins and landed next to everyone. "2." Death Shooter put down his gun and looked relaxed. "1." Penguin said. "He's coming." Chen Tao fell in the center of the battlefield.