radiothebook Chapter 56 The Bat King
Chapter 56 The Bat King
Chapter 56 The Bat King
[Warning! Warning! You have been detected holding the anchored item: The Clown's Crystal Coffin]
[Crisis energy transformed: ∞]
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Chen Tao could hardly believe his eyes.
[Synchronizing: The Bat Who Laughs!]
[The Bat Who Laughs Maniacally! Laughter! Laughter! Error! Error!]
[Emergency blocking activated! Emergency blocking activated!]
After a series of dazzling flashes of silvery-white text, the text on Chen Tao's retina finally stabilized.
[Crisis energy converted: 80]
[Your current Crisis Energy Units: 164]
[WARNING: Downloading a Batman-targeting file]
【The Broken Bat】
[Danger Level: C]
In a dark multiverse, at the end of the Knightsfall event, Batman failed to defeat his fallen disciple, the Angel of Death Jean Paul, and the identity of Batman changed hands. The Angel of Death became Saint Batman, and began a bloody dictatorial reign of terror over Gotham City.
Bruce Wayne was vivisectioned, but his necessary organs were preserved. He was then forced to observe the Angel of Death's actions in Gotham City for the next thirty years.
After being rescued by Ms. Shiva and Bane's son, he was cured by nanotechnology-created miniature bat-like robots and became a cyborg. However, 30 years of torment had completely broken the once righteous Dark Knight, Batman. Embracing the darkness, the Broken Bat killed the Angel of Death and all his allies who stood in his way, becoming the new ruler of Gotham.
[Immediately consume 80 units of Crisis Energy for synchronization?]
Chen Tao touched his chin, his fingertips rubbing against the buttock-like groove on Batman's chin.
The previous Joker gave him 40 Crisis Energy, but 40 were consumed during synchronization.
This time, too, he was given 80 Crisis Energy, and the new Batman he was given needed exactly 80. Unlike Bane, who was given a full 103 Crisis Energy but only required 59 to synchronize with Bane Bat.
What exactly happened?
Chen Tao thought for a moment, but quickly moved on from the question. The most important thing now was the matter of the riddle solver.
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And then... right now.
"You crossed that line, Batman."
The riddle-maker is clueless.
On TV, that lump of clown meat sauce disgustingly fell to the ground.
He repeatedly confirmed the truth with his own eyes.
"My God, you've crossed that line!"
The riddle solver let out a cry of mixed sorrow and joy:
"I was wrong, terribly wrong. I thought I would have to go to great lengths to force you to kill someone, I wasn't even sure if I could do it—but in the end I suddenly realized that I didn't have to do anything at all!"
"You never intended for the Joker to live. While I was still struggling with the conventional, you had already smashed it to pieces like glass on the ground—you bastard, you planned this all along!"
Oh, I love you to death, I love you to death! You belligerent, premeditated murderer!
He burst into laughter, then took a deep breath, as if he were about to suffocate, cutting off his laughter:
"Batman, trust me, this is about to begin. I know this feeling all too well. You'll soon attract some new admirers."
No, I won't.
"Believe me, I've thought that way too. But it's not up to you."
The riddle-maker promptly lowered his pistol: "I surrender. And they..."
His gaze swept over the silent ventriloquist sitting there and the killer crocodile that was binding the amygdala tightly with rope.
"How stupid of me! I kept saying I wanted to break with convention, but I didn't even consider this possibility—almost all the thugs I hired were moles!"
"The bottom line ceased to exist a long time ago; you've had these followers for a long time, haven't you?"
"They're employees," Chen Tao corrected him. "I paid them."
"You—paid them? Hahaha, Batman, I'm sorry, although I'm the Riddler and laughing out loud isn't usually a Riddler's style, I still find it hilarious, hahaha, hahahaha!"
The riddle teller chuckled in an exaggerated voice.
He slapped his thigh and pointed at Killer Croc: "Do you know how many employers Wellen Jones has devoured alive? Those weak idiots, those low-class, unartistic, unoriginal crimes—"
That beast has devoured countless fools who tried to manipulate him. He's a beast, Batman. Do you really think money can control a monster? Do you know how many times he's killed his employers? Do you want me to tell you how many times he's double-crossed them?
Chen Tao was quite certain that the riddle man's use of "eat" was a double entendre. He looked at Killer Croc, who returned a shy smile, pure and harmless, like a little puppy trying to please its master. After witnessing Batman kill someone, he seemed even more submissive than before.
"Aww!"
The amygdala let out a scream, attempting to resist. He was a mentally challenged, manic individual, one of Arkham's villains, hired by the Riddler, and had inexplicably ended up there—
The killer crocodile took a big bite out of the other's shoulder, chewed it twice, and then spat it out onto the ground.
The pain in his amygdala caused him to faint.
"And the ventriloquist? Do you think that after all these years, no one in Gotham was stupid enough to think he wasn't scary at all, just a schizophrenic with a doll?"
"This is blasphemous—"
"Oh God, that's not very polite, Nigma-san—"
The ventriloquist swallowed the words he was about to say. He saw the riddle's eyes gleaming with an eerie light, as fierce and savage as a striped tiger.
He's a formidable criminal, no doubt about it. But a direct confrontation with the Riddler?
not enough.
"Shut up."
The two voices, the baby bat and the ventriloquist, fell silent under the riddle master's glare. They kept glancing at Chen Tao, hoping their master would stand up for them.
"And then, Arnold Wesker had never been involved in the mob before he entered Blackgate Prison."
However, he mastered all the survival skills of the mafia without any formal instruction, and single-handedly became the biggest mafia boss in Burnley in just three months.
What kind of virtuous person do you think would tear off their own piece from a already divided mess? Do you know how many mob bosses Arnold Wesker's pink bunny slippers have trampled under? He's a cold-blooded, cruel madman.
"No, I'm Batman's dog. Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
The ventriloquist seemed somewhat worried. Oblivious to his surroundings, he began barking like a dog in the room, eagerly proving his loyalty to his master: "I listen to Batman now, I know only by listening to Batman can I... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"So, do you understand now, Batman?"
"Everything is irreversible. What's that cliché again?"
It seems like people are still dwelling on the Joker's death.
I'll post a bonus chapter later to subtly (just kidding) hint at it. How could such an important character as the Joker just disappear like that? Besides, I've deliberately written the Joker as a complete fanatic for Batman right now, without any sense of oppression. How could I possibly exploit the character's potential like that?
(End of this chapter)