What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 33 Laughing Gas
National Guard Operations Command Room.

Mayor Carlo sat in his seat in horror.

"scarecrow--"

The clown looked at the scarecrow with surprise and joy: "What a strange surprise!"

The scarecrow fell down from the window sill without a sound. He was tall and thin, like a big bamboo pole that could walk, but his movements were surprisingly agile.

"I'm offended, clown, you have a master at your disposal..."

"To find amateurs in the kingdom of fear."

"Ah, that's right, the master is you, of course." The clown answered him, he spread his palms, the expression on his face was like that of a happy little boy, shining with innocence and viciousness.

"But I thought maybe I could keep Cornelius Sturker under control, huh?"

(Note: The super villain Ogre first appeared in Detective Comics 592)
"How wrong you are, bad choice, clown."

The scarecrow's voice was a bit shrill under the respirator:
"It makes me angry. In fact, I'd rather give you a dose of my fears..."

"Give it a try, Scarecrow, I'm sure you'll find it interesting—ahahahahahahahaha~"

The scarecrow stared at the clown silently, and the confrontation lasted about 10 seconds, which was like a cardiac arrest (only the Mayor Carlo who was next to him felt so).

Mayor Carlo collapsed on his seat, unable to speak a word.

Scarecrow said:
"I want to replace Scott - but this time it has to be an equal partnership...no one controls the other."

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

"Ogre" Cornelius Steck opened the door and walked in.

"Damn! Scarecrow!" he said in amazement, "Why are you here?"

"Strike!" The clown greeted him like a girl in junior high school, and said, "Where is the Captain Steve I asked you to kidnap?"

"Here." The ogre took out a large piece of red stuff from behind, and a bunch of other messy red stuff, and munched on it in front of the clown without any hesitation.

While eating his snacks and desserts, he said vaguely:

"Captain what, adrenaline is good... well, a delicious bubbling stressor hormone, fully satisfying all the natural ingredients needed for an organic fear stew..."

"No, you idiot!" The clown grabbed his scalp desperately: "You illiterate, you should kidnap him, not kill him!"

He lowered his head and slapped his ears left and right: "Fuck you bastard, you shouldn't use Scott, it's too unstable, after all, you're a lunatic! Ahahahahaha! Well, me too! A lunatic should With the lunatics—who was my chosen collaborator?"

The clown asked again:
"Did no one else see you when you killed Steve?"

"Ahhhhhhh...of course not!" The ogre swallowed a mouthful of food and said vaguely: "I hypnotized the soldiers at the door when I went in, and now no one knows that Smith is dead. , and our plans will not be affected."

"Okay, okay." The clown held his forehead helplessly, "Just do it like this, you've done everything."

He scratched his head frantically, and said, "I'm thirsty! Steck, pass me that glass of water that's on the table behind you."

So the clown took the water from the ogre, took a big gulp, and made a hissing sound.

The scarecrow, who had been ignored for a long time, finally couldn't help speaking:

"So, clown, my cooperation with you..."

With a click, the clown shattered the glass in his hand on the table with his backhand. Half a second later, he inserted all the pieces into the ogre's throat.

"Ho! Ho...you...you..."

The ogre didn't react at all, he struggled to take out the sharp blade from his arms, but just as he stood up, he fell to the ground in vain.

The clown stepped forward quickly, took out his dagger from his arms, and then rode on the ogre's twitching body, waving it again and again: "fuck——you, you are useless Stuff, trash! Trash!"

Blood stains the food the ogre has just chewed, making it look as tender as a medium-rare steak.

The clown didn't throw away the dagger until all the red juice in the ogre's body was squeezed out, and gracefully wiped the red spots splashed on his face with his sleeve.

"Then," he gave a disgusting cavalier bosom: "Scarecrow, my dearest friend, it's time to show your true skills."

The scarecrow was silent for a moment, and then he stepped over his long legs like a thin bamboo pole, stepped over the dead body of the ogre, and walked up to the mayor. A large cloud of mist spewed out from Mayor Luo's cheek.

"No! Impossible! It can't be true!"

Mayor Carlo's eyes widened, and the eyeballs were stretched with red threads one by one under the stimulation of the chemical substances.

"One...it must be a nightmare...no it's not real!"

"Ah, but we are real, Mr. Mayor, super real."

The clown shrieked, "If the guards at your gate can speak for you, they can testify for us!"

"No, no, poisonous!"

"What's poisonous, Mr. Mayor? What did you see? What's your greatest fear?"

"Spider? Viper?"

“Spoiled sushi?”

"No, no!" Under the effect of fear toxin, Mayor Carlo trembled like a baby who couldn't take care of himself.

"Snakes...snakes are...poisonous!"

The scarecrow approached Mayor Carlo.Mayor Carlo was horrified to see two poisonous snakes coming out of his eye sockets, but the Scarecrow acted as if he hadn't seen the two poisonous snakes at all.

The scarecrow whispered in his ears:

"Snakes, Mr. Mayor. Boa constrictors, poisonous snakes. Their swiftly spitting forked scorpions are piercing the pulsating soft flesh of your throat, licking them, just to pierce them quickly... with that hooked ...hollow..."

"Fangtooth!"

"Please... I beg you, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Well, Mayor Carol—" said the clown, "it's time to use your influence! Dance lightly under the fiber optic lights and bring this dark city to its knees!"

He laughed wildly, like a mischievous child at the moment when he told the answer to the riddle, the despair, anger, horror, and powerless expressions on other people's faces are the greatest reward for him!

"In addition to putting all 2 people on the battlefield, I have a special gift of laughing gas for Bane--as a little revenge for taking our Batman's favor!"

……

……

……

Badly battered, bruised, and possibly a broken rib.

Almost out of energy, never felt so haggard, so bad.

But I'm not dead yet.

Bane lowered his head, looking at more and more enemies that were creeping towards him.

"Venom input...maximum power."

"start up."

(End of this chapter)