What bad intentions could Batman have?

"?"

Tim was stunned.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Is this really the Bat Cave?

Tim was lost in thought.

A violent brainstorm swept through his mind. The mystery of the Big Bang was repeated in his 1.4 kg human brain in just a few seconds. Tim felt a burst of steam burst out of his head.

Chen Tao pulled him aside awkwardly.

"This is a necessary method, just like an irresistible social engagement."

He explained:

"Basso Carroll (Clayface's real name) is a complete histrionic personality. I don't know if you fully understand his true nature-"

"I know very well, Batman. I fully understand the decision you made, I don't care." Tim took two deep breaths and barely regained his sanity: "Remember the first time we faced him?"

"He pretended that he would be restrained by electric current, and then performed a lifelike death. Before that, he disguised himself as various people in Gotham City..."

Chen Tao added: "Yes, another kind of madness that cannot be deduced by common sense. Baso Carroll has no purpose, his only purpose is to play a role. And the ability to transform brought to him by his superpowers can make him the best actor in the world."

He continued in a low voice: "Under that body, his life is empty. After the accident, Baso Carroll, this The person completely disappeared, and what remained was only a body driven by a broken self in pursuit of pure performance. "

"Upper-class gentlemen, sanitation workers sweeping the roadside, women, men, children eating lollipops, school teachers, doctors, no matter what the role is, as long as it can make Baso Caro feel challenging, he will start to play these people in the next period of time..."

"He will beat the original owner up, and then throw him somewhere far away from Gotham and messy, and then replace him until the original owner comes back."

Chen Tao said: "He is pursuing an acting career, so I will just give him a script that is challenging enough."

Tim looked at the other person. There was a small performance booklet stuck on his huge palm. Tim glanced down and saw that it was written on it:

"From Arkham to the Batcave: On How to Become Batman's Favorite Robin"

The subtitle below is:

Baso Caro's Youth Robin Diary, a righteous life does not need explanation!

On the back is written:

How was Batman's favorite Robin made?

What super rules do you need to follow to become Robin?

How do you win Batman's favor and regard you as his only one?

The answer is all in this book. Everyone can become Robin. Just read this great book!

"..."

Tim felt that he should be angry. He should have every reason to be angry.

But strangely, the anger seemed to be suppressed by something else, so it didn't surge in his heart at all.

He glanced at the book.

This book was written by Batman.

I don't really want to know what's written on it! ! !

"Has this book been written before?"

"Yes, that's right." Chen Tao answered him. He was still immersed in his plan to manipulate the Clayface through various despicable means:

"I have written it before. As early as when I went to deal with the ventriloquist, I thought about how to manipulate the Clayface... For these mentally ill lunatics, the core operating ideas are different, but they are in the same vein."

He added:

"This book is written specifically to target Basocarro's weaknesses. Everything in it is what Robin would do..."

Tim was no longer in the mood to listen to Batman continue.

"You have to show me this booklet later." He said righteously:

"I must criticize it deeply."

Chen Tao didn't understand what the other party was thinking, so he nodded and said: "Okay. I'll open it on the Batcomputer and show it to you later."

"I want one too! I want one too!" Harley Quinn raised her hand excitedly: "Make one for me too!"

She put on a boxing posture and laughed twice: "The first female Robin in history, Harley Quinn's Robin career diary, stay tuned, it's serialized!"

Silence.

Poison Ivy, a good friend, pulled the corner of Harley Quinn's clothes in Tim's murderous eyes.

"Why are you pulling me? I want-woo woo woo!"

Harley Quinn's words were blocked by a bunch of plants controlled by Poison Ivy before she finished speaking. She smiled apologetically at Tim and made a gesture for you to continue.

Chen Tao ignored their little tricks. He gave a few brief commands to the Batcomputer, and then dozens of hidden lifting transparent glass cages rose from the underground of the Batcave Hall.

He called Killer Croc, Ventriloquist and Harley, and asked them to stuff all the villains controlled by the chip into them one by one.

While they were working, he made a video call to Alfred:

"Batman to Penny One. How long will it take for the Claw Assassins to be transported back?"

"About an hour and a half."

Alfred, who was facing the painting, pulled the joystick, and the mechanical arm of the Batplane grabbed a bunch of twitching, missing limbs and unlucky claws like a doll in a claw machine: "There are too many of them, I have to grab them for a while." The old housekeeper sighed: "I can't believe I have to put them all together later! I haven't played with assembling toys for more than 60 years since I threw the jigsaw puzzle aside at the age of 4. And now I have to put together hundreds of incomplete limbs at once." "...It's hard work." Chen Tao said. "It's not hard. This is what I should do, sir." Alfred shook his head and said, "They can help you, right? These claws can become your strength and help you fight Bane, even if it only consumes a little of his physical strength." He said, "They can make you no longer have wounds, right?" "Yes." Chen Tao answered him, "The claws are indeed a fighting force that cannot be ignored. They are very useful." "Then what I did is meaningful." Alfred said, "About that four days later...promise me that you must return safely, okay?" Chen Tao was silent for a while. Alfred is not the kind of person who will repeatedly emphasize to others what he has paid, but today he is out of character. He knows what the other party is thinking-the old butler just wants to use his own efforts to catch his poor little Bruce. The old man just stubbornly wants to get a promise, a promise to return safely...whether this promise can be fulfilled or not, it is not something he can decide. He just wants this promise. "I will." Chen Tao assured him: "We agreed to live in seclusion, remember? I promised you. We will go to Fiji, or the Hawaiian Islands, or Metropolis... a place where no one knows us, after the Gotham incident is over."

"I will retire with you." Batman promised: "I will return safely."

"I have a lot of villains from Arkham Asylum now, they will go before me."

Chen Tao said: "With them consuming Bane's physical strength, I will not lose."

Alfred lowered his head slightly, making it difficult to see the expression on his face, and then the next moment, it turned into a bright smile like the clear sky.

"Okay."

"We agreed, Bruce... you must keep your promise!"

"Okay."

They hung up the call.

Chen Tao took a deep breath, stood up, and walked into one of the transparent cages.

He snapped his fingers, and the prisoner in the cage was immediately released from the control of the chip.

"Harvey Dent, Two-Face, old friend." Chen Tao said, "I need your help."

"Don't even think about it. Even if I, Two-Face, die of boredom and jump off from Arkham, I won't help Batman at all!"

Chen Tao narrowed his eyes.

"It's not up to you. Hehehe..."

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