What bad intentions could Batman have?

Self, belief, awareness, responsibility, courage, hope, those complex inner emotions.

Boom——

A violent explosion.

You are in the center of trillions of suns.

These concepts are too far away, so far away that you can't touch them with your eyes wide open, but they are breathing in your ears when you feel them.

So you don't say anything.

The flames surge through you, the shock waves surge through you, the air surges through you, the radiation surges through you, the breeze and the sunlight surge through you.

But there is nothing to stop.

This is outer space.

The glow of the Milky Way and billions of stars is immersed in the endless light, they are mixed, and at the same time flow through your soul in another form and echo.

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Poison Ivy Ivy got down from the hemispherical mind-sharing machine, and her body shook involuntarily.

Harley Quinn, who had never dared to disturb her, rushed over to support her.

"Batman... Is Batman back?"

Harley shook her head.

She turned on the communication and shouted to Lucius: "Hey, you noisy squirrel scientist--"

"Is Batman still alive?"

"Lower the plane's altitude!"

The Penguin shouted loudly to the five-faced Harvey Dent, and then Harvey Dent screamed at the ventriloquist, and finally it was the ventriloquist's turn to howl loudly at the pilot of the plane.

The gangster brother who acted as the pilot pulled the joystick, and then the three gangsters rolled on a sofa.

The storm gradually subsided.

"How is Batman?"

The Penguin was the first to get up, and he said a little dizzy: "Is he still alive?"

Then they heard Harley Quinn's question in the communication.

No response.

The three of them waited for five or six minutes together, but there was still no response.

"Oh my God, God bless Batman and never let him die." Penguin said, "Batman is a good man, the Virgin Mary bless him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately turned his head away: "Oh, this feels so weird."

Then he turned his head and saw the bat doll in the ventriloquist's hand lying on the ground, and the ventriloquist was howling at the toy: "Woo woo woo! Bat! How can I live without you!"

Uh...

Double... Five-faced Harvey Dent threw his dice again and again, slapping himself every time he threw it.

Uh...

Penguin understood that Two-face's brain was a little broken. When he was Two-faced before, no matter what he did, he gave himself a multiple-choice question with two options, but now the options for this multiple-choice question have become 5, so he was forced to put some meaningless options in addition to the normal options.

And his luck is not very good now, and he threw the option of [slap yourself] several times in a row.

Penguin found that he was actually the most normal one among the three people present.

He said to Harvey:

"Can I ask what your other four options are?"

"【Rush to Arkham to avenge Batman】【Escape from Gotham】【Kneel and lick Bane】【Howl with the ventriloquist】"

The Five-Faced Harvey Dent answered him, and then threw his dice again.

Then the Penguin saw him stand up straight, and just when he thought that the other party was going to rush to avenge Batman, he saw Harvey walk to the side of the ventriloquist and kneel down side by side with him.

"Woo woo woo, Bat! Without you, I can..."

The Penguin blinked his eyes.

Then the string in his mind suddenly snapped.

He suddenly found that he seemed to have nothing to do except praying.

So he also knelt down beside the Five-Faced Harvey Dent, and the three gangsters howled at the Batman doll in unison: "Woo woo woo! Bat! Without you, I can..."

The plane was suddenly filled with crying.

"Enough, you're making too much noise!"

Harley Quinn was annoyed by the crying of three old men in the communication channel. Her voice came out from the loudspeaker on the plane: "You cry every day, day and night, can you cry Bane to death?"

"Woo wow wow wow wow--!" A louder cry came from the communication channel. It was Clayface. This guy was completely immersed in the role, and played a grief-stricken--uh, a grief-stricken Robin.

"No--Batman! You are the dawn of my life! You gave me Robin's dream! Your existence saved this city, and in every darkest midnight, it was you who enlightened everyone's direction!"

The real Robin Tim Drake began to doubt himself after hearing it in the communication channel.

Clayface was still howling.

"You are the torch bearer, you are the guide, you are the meaning of my life. Oh my God, oh my earth! Robin cannot lose Batman, just like the Jews cannot lose Jerusalem!"

He cried more sadly than the real Robin, and anyone who heard it would be sad and cry. Who would not give a thumbs up and praise him as a filial Robin?

Tim, who was already a little sad, got goose bumps all over his body.

"Don't argue with a madman, don't argue with a madman..."

He hypnotized himself, then took a deep breath, patted his forehead to calm himself down, turned around and asked in the communication channel: "Chief Scientist, have you detected any signs of Batman's life?"

"No." Lucius' voice was muffled.

"Absolutely not, this is unreasonable, I believe Batman will not, and according to my calculations, he will not..."

Robin turned to look at Alfred immediately.

He saw the old butler collapsed on the ground, his eyes tightly closed, not saying a word.

"It shouldn't be a big problem, right." He immediately turned to the communication and said: "The instrument for detecting life will not detect him so quickly, it will take a while, right?"

"... That's true."

Robin was not sure whether this was Lucius's comfort or the truth.

"Batman is not really gone, is he?" Killer Croc said in the channel: "That's all, let's divide the luggage and go our separate ways."

He muttered: "I'll go back to my Crocodile Gang and bite people, Cheshire Cat, you go back to Africa, get married and have children, Deadshot, you go back to your hometown and see your daughter, we'll make up for it, sell the Batplane, and buy a pure gold coffin for Master Batman."

"Anyway, without Batman, our lives will be the same, right? Nothing has changed, and there will never be any change."

Deadshot looked at him: "What do you mean, Killer Croc?"

"I mean, we're going to fucking kill Bane."

The strong thug opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth: "I'm happy working for Batman. I've been paid a lot of money these days, and my life is much better than when I was in the sewer picking up garbage to eat."

He said: "I'm not a good person, and I will never be a good person. But now I really want to bite off Bane's head."

He said in the communication channel: "Is anyone with me?"