rpbooks Chapter 574 I, the Laughing Bat, am a hero of justice, here to help...
Chapter 574 I, the Laughing Bat, am a hero of justice, here to help...
Chapter 574 I, the Laughing Bat, am a hero of justice, here to help you.
Somewhere in the Dark Multiverse.
This is the Dark Multiverse of the Batman Who Laughs, and he is currently sitting in a swivel chair in his own Batcave, with the Batcomputer in front of him.
Oh no, now perhaps it should be called the Laughing Batcave and the Laughing Bat Computer. At least for now, the Laughing Bat has decorated his Batcave like an abstract drawing made from the brains of a drunken clown who randomly killed a passerby. Yes, because he is insane, haha!
The Bat of Laughter tapped the table idly with his sharp fingers.
Beside him, two unfortunate Bruces from the Dark Multiverse, dressed in full Batman costumes, were tied to a cross.
One of them groaned in pain, wanting to beg the laughing bat for mercy but too cowardly to do so, while the other, slightly older, kept his eyes tightly shut, letting the blood drip from his nailed palm onto the ground.
The Bat of Laughter was pondering...
He wanted to prevent the Emperor Joker from coming to reality, which was a good idea, but the specifics of how to do it were extremely complicated, and he still had no clue how to do it.
He inherited the Joker's manic thinking and Batman's calm wisdom. These two qualities were combined in him, but it was not so easy for him to break through the limitation of lack of inspiration.
Even the Joker struggles with the lack of humor in his laughing piranhas, so how could the Batman Who Laughs, an even better comedian who always plans before going on stage, not have the experience of worrying about how to present a good comedy to the audience?
The audience can simply sit back and enjoy the disgust, but the Batman Who Laughs has much more to consider.
"Please, please spare me..."
The younger, more Dark Multiverse Batman finally mustered the courage to beg for mercy from the Batman Who Laughs. After a long period of torment, this fledgling young Batman was ultimately no longer the indomitable Bruce Wayne of the main universe.
He is, after all, human. He can be afraid, he can be weak, he can be obsequious, he can do all sorts of despicable things, and he can show all sorts of cowardly expressions that the world would never associate with the name Batman.
This is an inherent flaw in the Batman and other defective characters from the Dark Multiverse.
The Bat Who Laughs initially thought he would enjoy all of this, but in the end, he didn't.
To be honest, he's getting a little annoyed.
The Batman Who Laughs turned his gaze to the older Batman who had remained silent all along.
"Hey, young Bruce's begging for mercy, doesn't middle-aged Bruce want to give it a try too?"
He stood up from his chair, temporarily setting the plan aside.
He walked to the side of the old Bruce. Not far away, several Robin Hounds, who had been squatting, immediately stood up as well, waiting to devour their master's blood. But the Batman Who Laughs waved his hand, and the Robin Hounds immediately fell silent.
"Bruce...Bruce...my dear Bruce, look. Your younger counterpart from another universe is already begging for mercy. Aren't you going to say anything more?"
The older Batman didn't say anything; his eyes remained closed.
The Batman Who Laughs got close to the other man's face, and the spikes on his dark goggles pierced the Batman, blood gushing from the gash on his forehead.
The Laughing Bat was starting to dislike him. Why was he crashing into the darkness with no way out, only to end up bleeding and broken?
It's just meaningless persistence.
He turned to the younger Bruce Wayne: "Bark at me twice, try barking like a dog, can you, little darling?"
The Batman Who Laughs watched with amusement as the young Bruce finally obeyed his command, and the two barks from the dog made the Batman Who Laughs laugh.
Then the Batman Who Laughs turned to the older Batman and promised to put him down if he barked like a dog, sparing him the pain of being nailed to the cross.
But the older Batman remained silent, as if he were dead.
Finally, the Bat of Laughter lost patience: "You'll never learn to face reality, will you?"
The older Batman noticed the change in the Batman Who Laughs's tone.
He knew he was probably going to die.
He opened his eyes and said, "Batman doesn't accept reality. Batman forces reality."
He said sarcastically, "But it seems you've been forced into this situation by reality."
puff!
The Batman Who Laughs expressionlessly sliced open his neck, holding a dark metal batarang in his hand. He cut from the neck to the chest cavity as easily as slicing tofu, then ripped open the belly, spilling colorful cake juices onto the ground, while red toffee drizzles out due to the pressure.
The young, alive Batman standing nearby let out a scream.
He has lost his courage; the naive yet composed Batman is gone forever.
When the young Batman heard the Batman Who Laughs suggest that if he laughed like the Batman Who Laughs, he would be taken off the cross, he immediately agreed.
"Haha, haha, hahahahaha!"
The laughter of the Batman Who Laughs mingled with that of the young Batman. Their laughter was very similar, as if they were from the same person, full of a conscious self-destruction and a twisted sense of recklessness, even with a hint of enjoyment in it.
How exactly does a person undergo such a dramatic change?
How did a person transform from a young but experienced, occasionally impulsive but righteous Batman into the obsequious, grinning man in front of us?
No one can answer the Batman Who Laughs' question, nor can anyone answer the question of how the young Batman changed.
The young Batman has completed the Batman Who Laughs's orders, and he must provide a reward.
So the Batman Who Laughs swung his dark metal batarangs and severed the young Batman's limbs.
Yes, he did keep his word; he did help the young Batman get off the cross, but at the cost of cutting off his arms and legs, hahahahahahaha!!!
An unexpected lame joke, right?
"Crawl," said the Bat of Laughter. "Crawl to the cave entrance and get out, and you'll live; otherwise, you'll die. Is that clear enough?"
Then he ignored Bruce, who was desperately twisting his severed limbs and trying to crawl towards the door, and sat back down in his chair to start thinking about his plan.
The Bat Who Laughs never shows it, but in fact, he is very anxious.
Barbatos did assign him a task; he was currently tasked with leading the Dark Knights to besiege the Watcher and then summoning Barbatos to capture him alive.
Even for the Batman Who Laughs, managing both plans simultaneously would slightly reduce his efficiency.
He must sever the foundation for the Emperor Joker and Barbatos's collaboration, but how can he do that?
And he certainly wasn't satisfied with merely stopping the Emperor Joker, the Batman Who Laughs who seized the Dark Multiverse Dragon...
In the entire multiverse, whether in the heavens or on the earth, there should only be one Batman who can laugh!
He just wanted the other person dead!
Soon, after a long period of surveillance, he finally detected a certain movement of the Emperor Joker in the timeline...
The Bat of Laughter stood up.
A rough outline of a plan gradually took shape in his mind.
He left the Batcomputer, stepped over the stairs, and walked directly to the outside of the Laughing Batcave.
He needs to hurry and start putting his ideas into practice now.
Just as the Batman Who Laughs was about to open the portal and leave, he suddenly saw the young Batman with all four limbs severed still not far away.
He had just crawled out of the entrance to the Laughing Bat Cave, his body trembling slightly from the intense pain. He had been struggling to escape with his bleeding limbs, and had actually managed to make it outside despite the constant flow of blood.
This tenacious will to survive even made the Laughing Bat take notice.
And he...
I don't like this.
So he walked up to Batman and raised his batarang at him.
"No! No! Wait, didn't you say you'd spare my life if I crawled out of the bat cave? You said it, you said it, you promised me!"
The laughing bat tilted its head adorably.
Then he realized that he did indeed say something like that.
So he put the batarang away.
"Yes, I did say that."
Just as the young Batman breathed a sigh of relief, the Batman Who Laughs suddenly threw his batarangs at him, which pierced deep into his flesh, followed by another, and another.
"No! No! You're breaking your promise."
"What? Credit? Of course I'll talk about credit. Didn't I already spare your life?"
"But now you..."
"Oh, now that's a different story, because you stepped out of the Batcave with your left hand first, while I'm a staunch right-hander. So die, you damned left-hander! Hahaha! Hahahahaha!!!"
puff!
puff!
The young Batman was initially begging for mercy, but his voice soon faded away as blood began to flow from his body. He was losing blood continuously, and even with Bruce Wayne's powerful physique, he could not survive under such circumstances.
As the Batman Who Laughs vanished into his dark multiverse in a flash of blue light, only a mangled corpse, missing its hands and feet, remained at the entrance to the Batcave of the Laughing, trembling slightly in the winter wind.
He had almost completely drained of blood.
The blood flowed outwards from him...
Drop by drop,
One strand at a time.
Like on a black and white striped land,
A flower that was burned.
Blood-red flowers.
……
……
……
The land of death.
This is the Black Death Emperor's stronghold, an independent region he carved out in the realm of death, completely under his control.
Over hundreds of millions of years, very few creatures have been able to escape from this place; in fact, it can be said that almost none have.
The most recent one to leave this place was Hal Jordan from the main universe. In the "Wrath of the First Lantern" arc, the Green Lantern from the main universe committed suicide to give himself the "Greatest Black Lantern in History" buff in order to defeat the First Lantern, Calamity.
Then Hal Jordan displayed his power, the modern-day Black Lantern riding the Black Lantern monster, the Death Emperor, into reality. The Death Emperor swung his scythe and with one strike, he cleaved the original Lantern, who had been weakened to the extreme by many Lantern Brigade members (such as Sinestro, who was riding Parallax), in two.
Then the Black Emperor returned to his "divine kingdom" and continued his work of dragging billions of universes into death.
He can't drag the main universe into death, but dragging an ordinary parallel universe or even a dark multiverse is a piece of cake.
In the Dark Multiverse, there are countless universes that have experienced their darkest nights. Even if it wasn't a complete success, at least a large number of people died, contributing to some of the performance figures…
Overall, however, the place of the Black Death Emperor's death is still a rather quiet grave, filled with tranquility and unease.
But at this moment, the voice of the Black Death Emperor echoed across the grave, which should have been quiet.
"Why? Why are you afraid! I'm your only friend, and I've been so good to you!"
"Batman! All you ever think about is Batman!"
"you……"
The Black Death Emperor's cursing suddenly stopped.
The Black Death Emperor expressionlessly set William Hand, who wouldn't listen to his commands no matter how much he was scolded, down. Then, with a wave of his hand, William was separated by countless spatial barriers and sent to some unknown, secluded cell. The Black Death Emperor turned around and saw, not far away, white mist rising from a tombstone, forming in the air the head of a clown wearing a crown.
The Black Death Emperor walked to the grave, stood before it with a scythe in hand, expressionless.
"come out."
He stated it simply and directly.
"No one can invade my world and leave unscathed, you..."
Before the Black Death Emperor could finish speaking, he immediately recognized who this audacious intruder was.
"The Emperor Clown?"
"I'm here to discuss a collaboration with you, hehehe... This is a deal worth hundreds of millions!"
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Looking at Faust lying on the ground, Chen Tao let out a long sigh of relief.
He has now finally captured Faust alive without harming him, and what follows is a simple scene of the white slave owner whipping Niko and making him work.
But just then... Chen Tao suddenly saw small stones, created by the aftershocks of their battle, suddenly fly into the air and then twist and transform into the shape of a person in mid-air.
Chen Tao was on high alert.
Then, with a strange expression, he saw that the stones in front of him had formed a shape that seemed somewhat familiar.
Pointy ears, upturned corners of the mouth, and goggles that look like a dog's spiked collar.
Isn't this just hysterical laughter?
Chen Tao was so excited that he was about to summon the Blood Slaughtering Bull and the other two great lantern beasts without hesitation, then undergo a major transformation, and immediately begin to mentally prepare to go berserk and fight the Mad Laughing.
Then he immediately saw the maniacal laughter from the stone speak:
"Wait, don't do it. I am the Batman Who Laughs, a hero, a champion of justice, and I'm here to help you."
"?"
Chen Tao stared at him blankly.
A partner of justice? A hero?
are you kidding me?
(End of this chapter)