mtl008 Chapter 2474: Battle for the Cloak (3)
Chapter 2474: Battle for the Cloak (3)
Chapter 2474: Battle for the Cloak (Thirty)
But just as Arkham Batman said, the plan ran into problems halfway through. The biggest problem was that the symbiote in Arkham Batman's body that was originally used to recover from injuries was discovered by Robin King at its weakness. He directly connected the signals of the two symbiotes and transmitted Arkham Batman's memory of injury and pain to Jason.
Arkham Batman realized this on the spot. He knew that Jason's mental state was unstable to begin with, and it had finally improved due to treatment. If he was stimulated again, he would only fall into madness again.
Whether Jason was crazy or not is another matter, but Batman was almost going crazy at that time. He didn't understand why so many disasters had to befall one person at the same time, why he had to fall to the bottom just after flying high, why he was met with despair just when he had hope?
This kind of feeling is too much of a blow to a person. At that moment Batman lost his mind. He no longer cared about any plans. He had to stop Jason's pain immediately.
Batman expelled the symbiote from his body.
Batman was not fighting a skirmish this time. He had deliberately lured Robin King here. The entire Capitol had also been decorated with many arrangements. Although he could not win quickly against the five-dimensional little devil, the outcome would not be that tragic.
But the bad thing was that Batman lost control at that moment, and he directly threw away his most powerful meat shield pendant. The meat shield in front could not hold on, and no matter how powerful the shooter behind was, he would be killed instantly. Batman was seriously injured in just a few seconds, and any backup plan was useless.
"I could have taken my cape back," said Arkham Batman. "Robin King couldn't leave either, but I was bleeding too much and was unconscious, and I couldn't operate the machine."
"Then you should have stayed where you were, you knew they would come to rescue you," Batman said.
"I won't stay where I am because I know it's Jason coming."
The Batman of the main universe was speechless. He knew that the relationship within his own Bat-family was not healthy, but the one in front of him was even more heavyweight.
Although most Batmen don't talk much, there are different degrees of being talkative. Some just don't like to talk, some want to talk but don't, and there is another type where others have hearts sealed with cement but he has a mouth blocked with cement, regardless of time, occasion or place, as if he has a disease that will kill him if he speaks.
Arkham Batman obviously doesn't want to mobilize Robin, but the Batman in the main universe is sober. He knows that what is most important now is the cloak, and now he must rescue the Batman in front of him. He can't free his hands, so the Bat Family must take action.
So he imitated the signal of Arkham Batman's communication channel and sent a vague message imitating his speaking style. He felt that even if the Robins he added couldn't guess it, the ones in this universe would definitely be able to, since they had been living this way for so many years anyway.
There was one more thing Batman needed to know, so he asked, "How did you attract King Robin?"
"I killed clowns."
Batman was shocked on the spot.
"To be precise, he died because of me." Batman from the Arkham Universe coughed twice and said, "I held the antidote but he didn't want it, so he died."
Batman breathed a sigh of relief. He was indeed shocked just now because he had just guessed that the mastermind behind the scenes was most likely a combination of Batman and the Joker, but the person in front of him said right away that he had killed the Joker.
Batman in the main universe already knew the consequences of killing the Joker. The laughing guy was like a moving curse. Whoever killed him would laugh uncontrollably and become the next Joker.
Sure enough, he heard Arkham Batman say: "He entered my mind and was laughing crazily and mumbling."
"Has he done any harm?"
"It seemed like he was trying to control me and become me, but he failed."
Batman was more certain of his speculation. He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Is the Joker in your mind the one you know?"
"That's him. He even retains his original memories." Arkham Batman slowly clenched his fists and said, "He kept showing me how he tortured Jason. It almost drove me crazy."
Batman, as if confirming something, said, "How do you think that feels?"
"I said I was going crazy."
"Other than that?"
There was silence in the room. The last question was like pressing the pause button for everything. The air said that they didn't want to answer, but upon closer inspection, they didn't dare to answer.
"That makes me... want to laugh."
There was fear in Arkham Batman's voice, a fear that was deeply engraved in the depths of his soul. The Batman of the main universe knew that he should be a tough guy stronger than himself, but he was deeply afraid.
Batman understands better that what this tough guy is afraid of is not the Joker's crazy pollution, but he gets supreme happiness from combining with the Joker.
Batman can imagine what that feels like. With Batman's unparalleled genius and the Joker's unique crazy wisdom, they will truly become gods of wisdom. They will be omniscient and omnipotent, and the world will be in their hands.
This is an intense pleasure that is enough to destroy anyone's bottom line and ethics. Even Batman is not sure that he can be completely unaffected by it. This is the source of Arkham Batman's fear.
Batman took a deep breath and thought of the box he brought with him. His hand, which was treating the wound, paused and he stayed there for a long time. But in the end, as if he had made some important decision, he let out a sigh and retracted his eyes.
"I know why King Robin is here... There is already a Batman like this in the universe, right?" asked Arkham Batman.
"That's not Batman." Batman denied. It was because he had just overcome his desire that he could say this so firmly. It was the devil who succumbed to temptation, not Batman.
Arkham Batman seems to have a deep understanding of this, he said: "I can't say that I have completely overcome temptation. Perhaps it is more because I didn't kill the Joker myself, and the virus that infected me was not strong enough, so I was able to overcome it."
"But no matter what, you won, and you will win again." Batman looked into the eyes of Arkham Batman and said, "Think about Jason, you have to recover quickly and then go see him."
Arkham Batman closed his eyes and stopped talking. Batman didn't know whether he really intended to heal his injuries or he still didn't want to talk about anything related to Jason and didn't want to see him.
Schiller completed a full examination of King Robin's body in the laboratory under Wayne Tower. The results showed that his skin was corroded, which was not unexpected.
Being corrupted is certainly not a necessary process for transformation, but the Joker's aesthetic has remained consistent, and he has to throw everyone into the pool to bubble. Could Schiller not know this?
The brain scans did not show any obvious abnormalities. Bruce Jr. helped with the dialysis scans and also performed an analysis of the brain structure, but from a neuroscience perspective, no abnormalities were found.
This is not surprising. This is not the equipment used in the Batcave. It is also the product of the technology of this era. Even though the technology in the Arkham Knight universe is obviously more advanced than that of Schiller's universe, there has been no obvious progress in brain science. The scanning equipment is similar, so it is normal that no abnormalities can be detected.
Since it was impossible to detect abnormalities using scientific instruments, Schiller naturally had to rely on the power of gray fog. However, Schiller did not rush to use gray fog to analyze the brain. He first checked King Robin's overall body structure.
As expected, King Robin did not undergo any body modification. He is still an ordinary young version of Bruce Wayne, with a physical strength and structure slightly higher than that of this age group, but still within the range of ordinary people.
This is a bit strange. Since King Robin has the ability to get so many magical gadgets out of his belt, it is impossible that he cannot strengthen his body or his hands and feet with his crazy laughter.
Schiller believes that it is possible that Crazy Laugh may not be as completely fearless of Robin King as he appears to be, because Schiller remembers a plot in the comics very clearly.
At that time, the wild laughter threw King Robin into the pool. King Robin did not have time to swallow the pill that kept him sane, so he spit the pill into the pool in anger.
Although Crazy Laugh said it was useless at the time, in the comic storyboards all the Crazy Robins stood beside King Robin and cheered for him.
This means that King Robin may really become the king of Robins in the end, and according to Crazy Laugh's ability to predict everything, he must have been on guard against King Robin.
Schiller also did not think that King Robin's coming to this universe was an accident. He was actually just a carrier of the game between Maniac Laughter and other forces. He had his own mission and was just a tool.
As Schiller speculated, he began to let the gray fog invade King Robin's brain, wanting to check if there was any problem with the internal structure.
The gray fog continued to spread in, first just searching the grooves of the brain, and then began to flow inward.
But at the moment of passing through the cerebral cortex, what Schiller saw through the gray fog was not an ordinary brain structure, or not completely. Half of the brain was normal, and the other half was completely hollowed out, with black and red mucus surging inside.
boom! ! !
King Robin exploded.
It was a physical head explosion. His entire head exploded, and black and red liquid splashed out with the huge explosion, splashing onto everything around.
Schiller reacted quickly. After seeing the abnormal structure of the brain, he realized that this was a trap. The gray fog withdrew as quickly as possible, but it was too late.
All Schiller had time to do was to open his umbrella to prevent the disgusting mucus from touching his body.
With a slight bang, the umbrella opened, and the splashing liquid splashed on the surface of the umbrella. A sizzling sound came from the surface, and Schiller watched a wisp of green smoke coming out of the surface of the umbrella.
Folding the umbrella and looking down, Schiller saw that the originally smooth and mysterious umbrella surface had been corroded by the black and red liquid for more than half, revealing the dense scars of the corroded snake skin.
“…My umbrella!!!”
This was the last sound little Bruce heard.
And Gotham is foggy.
Someone is throwing feces!
(End of this chapter)