What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 168 Bain: Clown, guess who wasn't invited?
Dark, gloomy.

This is the Bat Cave. Countless people have imagined the scene here, but very few people have actually seen it—once.

At this time, countless villains have already patronized this place, and his mysterious veil has completely faded away.

In the prison cell, the clown's mouth, nose, and face were covered with blood, and he was tied up on a bed with five knots.

10 seconds after being brought into the room by Bane, he launched a surprise attack, trying to hurt Bane and break free from the cage, but he obviously underestimated Bane's force.

The opponent smashed the bridge of his nose with just one punch, and this was still under the condition that he restrained his strength. Otherwise, with Bane's punch force exceeding tens of tons, this blow would be enough to crush his forehead.A normal person would probably faint from the pain immediately after being attacked like this, but the clown looked normal.

His head was fixed and he couldn't turn, so he rolled his eyelids up, watching Bane as much as he could.

He was very upset.

The clown should have known that for so many years, it was impossible for him to be the only one who visited the Batcave, just as he knew very well that the tree-lined path that many people yearn for is actually covered with hoarfrost every morning and night.

But knowing it is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.

So he was very unhappy, very, very unhappy.

The Joker doesn't choose to show that emotion, though.

"Oh, look. Who's that?"

Bane ignored him, and the clown said to himself:
"Isn't this our dear strong hunk, our Ronnie Coleman? Look at you. Staggering in your exaggerated armor, pretending to be some super-imposing criminal."

(Note: Ronnie Coleman, a famous bodybuilder, eight-time Olympia champion, broke his spine in his later years, had to play 10 fixing screws, but still failed to prevent him from sitting in a wheelchair. Here the clown is mocking Bane grovels to Batman, also pointing out that he broke Batman's spine before breaking his own.)
"Don't tell me your brain is enhanced by venom, or is it just a few grams heavier?"

"Tell me, Bane, do you think Batman really sees you as an equal? ​​Or are you just his useful little toy?

"I guess you're praying to yourself every day that Batman will trip over a banana peel and you'll be able to take his place! Poor Bane, your allegiance will only bring you Batman's lashes and jeers, And I, the clown, only need one chance to roll that bat head to hell!"

Bane was unmoved.He knew that the clown never thought that these clumsy alienations and taunts could shake his mind from the beginning to the end, and these were just means to distract him.He blinked his eyes, always paying attention to whether the other party had the possibility of escaping the restraint clothes.

The clown continued to shout wildly:
"People say you're a 'mighty stupid monster,' and it seems half-true. Is your IQ as big as your brawn? Or are you just thinking about your next chance to hit a wall?"

Bane had no expression on his face, he was arranging the things in his hand.The clown seemed to give up on continuing to persuade him, he deflected his gaze as much as possible, and saw many needles and threads in Bane's bag.

"Want to thread a needle, synthetic muscle oil? You're good at needlework?"

"Batman sent you to make some of this? Whoa, what are you up to? Hey, can't we chat more like a classmate?"

Bane put on surgical gloves, then a mask.The clown guessed what he was going to do, and a twisted smile appeared on his face.

"I'm like a bird full of anticipation, my belly button is opening and closing in anticipation."

Bane didn't speak. He came over and grabbed the clown's hair. Immediately afterwards, the burly man covered his face picked up the scalpel, and cut open the skin of the dragon fruit with his hands and feet, and then peeled off the dragon fruit skin with a little force. .

"Oh, this hurts me, veal."

The clown's eyeballs whirled around.Since the angle of rotation of his neck was blocked, he could only let the blood trickle down like melted ice cream, staining his entire face with "sweat" like a hot day.

Bane didn't take anesthesia, and the pain, which was enough to cause people to pass out, seemed completely indifferent to the clown.

No, he has feelings.

Bane observed the expression on the other person's face, the twitching physiological reaction was not deceiving, but he didn't want to show pain in front of him.Pain in front of Bane doesn't please the Joker, and most importantly—

No fear at all.

Bane once again carefully evaluated the clown's mental state in his heart. He realized that even if the other party felt pain, the pain would not induce any negative emotions at all, but would stimulate positive emotions. It's just that he doesn't want to reveal it now. That's all.

Simply put, the Joker hurts, but he's having fun, but because it's not Batman in front of him, he doesn't want to show it to Bane.

What a twist.

Bain shook his head and called to the side: "Give me the saw!"

The diligent maid Arnold quickly brought the chainsaw.

The ventriloquist brought the circular chainsaw over on a cake tray.The movement is as elegant as holding a piece of after-dinner snack.

The Batman toy figure in his hand exclaimed: "Beautiful, so beautiful! This beautiful chainsaw!"

Bane could hardly stand this old maid with a sick mind.

He took the circular chainsaw, and knocked a shudder on the ventriloquist's forehead. After letting the ventriloquist walk away with his head covered in question marks, he carefully cut open the skull under the clown's scalp. It's as soft as cooking a monkey's brain in hot oil.

He said: "This is the first time for me to perform brain surgery. Although I have studied by myself for a while, I originally wanted to study for a longer time before actually operating it."

"Ahhh." The clown said, "I'm so scared... Eh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"

In the next second, Bane fixed countless tiny metal wires connected to the computer on his brain, one for each area, and he used glue to roughly stick these metal wires, the action was simple and rough, any A medical student would be dumbfounded seeing such a scene of careless operation.

"Oooooooooo..."

The clown screamed like a siren, and the ventriloquist in a maid outfit carefully manipulated the huge computer next to him, and he said, "It's almost there."

Bane nodded, and then the bald, ulcerated Black walked in from outside.

He regained his composure in an instant, Bain was a little confused as to whether his howling just now was really in pain or just a faux pas.

"Whoa, what's this Chick Babs for?"

(Note: Chick, a member of the famous American comedy duo, has a bald head like Blake, who has lost his hair.)
Bane steered Black to the side of the huge computer.

Then he walked to the clown's hospital bed, and as expected, he found that the clown's restraint belt was slightly cut. It seemed that he was trying to cut the corset under the guise of howling in pain just now.

Bane re-fortified.

"Oh, come on, muscular man. That's no fun," said the clown.

Arnold, the ventriloquist, kept tapping on the computer, and then said:
"It's ready, Bane, and every connecting wire has been connected to a part of the clown's brain."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Bane ignored the strange noise made by the clown, he casually took out a piece of cloth, stuffed it into the clown's mouth, and broke a few of the clown's teeth with his fingers while stuffing it.

Immediately afterwards, he first reproduced the operation on the clown on the forehead of the bald zombie Black, and then connected it to the white jelly in Black's skull with countless metal wires connected to the computer. In the sink next to it, wash off some fragrant and sweet juice from the jelly.

Then he loaded a huge hemispherical thing over Black's head, and pushed him, man and machine, into the corner of the room.

He turned around and walked up to the clown.

"That, that... Bane, we rehearsed this before, that... you can go out now, Bane."

The ventriloquist said timidly: "Batman mentioned that when it is activated, I can only be in the room."

He said, "I already know how to handle Black, so..."

"You talk too much nonsense, let me talk."

The baby bat in his hand interrupted him: "Bane, you are still fucking leaving, do you want to do something? I warn you not to be so stupid..."

"To shut up."

Bane only said a word, and the ventriloquist fell silent.

He took the cloth off the clown's mouth.

"Is there anything you want to tell me? Veal steak?"

"Yes I have."

Bain said.

"Okay, lamb chops, what is it?"

the clown asked.

Bain rubbed his forehead, then said:

"Does that... bother you? Does it bother you at all, really."

"... Batman sees me more as an opponent than you."

The clown is struck by lightning.

"Hahahahahaha!" Bain stomped his feet suddenly, patted the table, took off his hood, grinned the corners of his mouth to his ears, and laughed wildly:
"He'll never fall in love with you, honey, and you can keep messing up his city, but he'll never take you to a dance!"

"You were full of joy and thought that you could participate in that ceremony, but in the end he just tied you here and let me cook you up, hahaha, hahaha, ahhahahahaha!"

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you idiot, I'm going to chop off your genitals for drinking, I'm going to————"

Bane stuffed the piece of cloth back into the clown's mouth, and then resumed his aloof and indifferent look, as if he wasn't the one who laughed wildly just now.

The ventriloquist felt terrified when he saw his wild laugh just now.

"I'm fine. Arnold," Bane said.

"Continue to follow the plan." He put on the headgear again, and then patted the other person's shoulder friendly: "After all, we are all working hard to save this planet. At least from the standpoint of human beings, we are the same .”

He said, "As for the future—"

"I'll talk about it later."

He turned around briskly and walked out of the small room, like a little girl receiving a gift.

Strange, how could there be such a sense of sight?
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"I... I didn't expect your preparation."

Brainiac was silent for a while. He waved his hand and closed the useless space transmission channel.

"The conclusion I have calculated is that your desire will overwhelm your reason."

"It's impossible for you to give up these days of doom. Even if you guess that I can manipulate them, you will try to use your means to bypass me and manipulate them."

"You will never give up such a powerful fighting force as Doomsday. Your greed should have blinded your reason, which is unreasonable."

Then he heard Batman's voice: "I'm my own master, Brainiac, I'm not like you, I don't treat knowledge like a miser clutching gold, I use them for the benefit of all mankind .”

"Wrong, you use knowledge to strengthen yourself. You long to dominate everything one day. I have seen through you for a long time. You are no different from Luther. The last time you and I met, you were as similar as Luther." Fighting like a dog for the knowledge I throw at it."

"I've read Luther's heart, and I know what's going on in his bald head. If he sees you now, Batman, Luther will go crazy with jealousy. You've become A savior of mankind, as you would like to be—a protector of mankind?"

"You've never been able to look within yourself, even in the pursuit of something that can bring about self-awareness for others? Can't you see your own ambition? Can't admit that you're inside when you're messiah? pleasure?"

"You're just trying to piss me off."

Chen Tao said: "Come on, these things have no effect on me. Compared to your nonsense..."

He turned his head and looked at those teammates whose foreheads gradually lit up: "I care more about what you did to my lovely teammates."

"So that's why I said I see through you, Batman."

Brainiac said: "You can obviously board my spaceship by yourself, but you have to bring this group of so-called helpers."

He said: "You need people to set off your success, and your victory needs the presence of cheerers, which is why you have to bring them. Arrogant vanity manipulates your behavior and makes you act irrationally. Actions that ultimately lead to your failure."

Chen Tao turned his head and saw that Deathstroke took off his mask.

His forehead started to turn green, and there were pink spots one after another, exactly three.

"You underestimated my telepathic ability. I am not sitting on this spaceship, I am this spaceship. You brought them to my spaceship, which is equivalent to bringing them into my tiger's mouth."

He said: "I originally wanted to directly manipulate you, but Lex Luthor exposed your hole cards in advance, because of the crazy thoughts you stored in your mind last time, I won't be stupid enough to continue attacking you Out of my mind."

He spread his hands, and Chen Tao saw pink light spots on the foreheads of every teammate, live wires, heavy bombs, and they quickly turned green in just a few seconds, becoming Brainiac puppet.

"No one can resist Brainiac's mind control at such a close distance. The so-called teammates you brought are just puppets that I can control with a snap of my fingers."

Deathstroke's blade turned to Batman, who was still conscious but unable to control the movements of his hands.

Black Manta turned around expressionlessly, and the two red lasers on the helmet lit up. He stretched out a hand to grab his helmet, but he couldn't control his will to manipulate the helmet to charge.

Electricity surged toward Batman from the live wire's sea-blue face.

Chen Tao knew that they would completely become puppets in a few seconds.

"How stupid, Batman."

Brainiac said:
"Resisting is futile. You are about to welcome my victory, Brainiac's victory."

Then in the next second, he saw all Batman's teammates took out a pink pill and swallowed it into their mouths.

(End of this chapter)