What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 511 What, Luther is actually a good person?

We are often troubled by rat infestations, although rats are not very smart.

In the dark shadows, a mouse walked through the dark sewer, then it looked up and saw a piece of sweet and delicious cheese on the mousetrap in front of it.

So it walked over, stepped on it, and then...

Snapped!
No one ever thought of inventing a more sophisticated mousetrap because there was no need.

And now, Night Owl had the same idea.

He thought he valued me enough, and thought he could catch all the rats by sending out a group of low-class henchmen...

But he never thought...

Sometimes mice grow wings...

Then it turns into a bat!!!

In the sewers of Gotham City in Night Owl.

Compared to the other Gotham City, this one is far more orderly and far more cruel.

Here, Night Owl manipulates everyone. This is Night Owl's lair, where his stories and dreams set sail.

Night Owl was so familiar with this place that he thought no one would be stupid enough to confront him in Gotham City.

He was wrong. Very wrong.

Dave E. Smalley once said, "Survival of the fittest is an eternal law of nature, but the fittest are not always the strongest. The fittest are those organisms that have the extraordinary ability to adapt, that is, to accept what is inevitable and to adapt to the inevitable, so as to live in harmony with the current or changing environment."

This statement can be interpreted in two ways. Kneel down and give in to a life of flattery... or challenge him with wisdom.

Luther stepped over the dead rat.

He was wearing a black jacket and holding a flashlight in his hand, shining it on the slightly wet rock wall in front of him.

He turned a slightly drier corner and saw a peeling poster that read: GOTHAM BELOVES NITE!
Luther spat at it as he walked past her.

Luther could have surrendered to Night Owl.

Giving up Batman and his own world might be a good way to save his own life. Night Owl is very optimistic about himself. Perhaps compared with those powerful cosmic overlords, Luthor is easier to control in his opinion.

Luther knew that he would be safe if he surrendered, and Night Owl's recruitment of him would prove his worth. After the world was safe, no matter what the outcome of the open and secret struggles between the cosmic overlords and Night Owl would be, as a super powerful scientific researcher, he would receive preferential treatment from the winner. This was the treatment of a super scientist, and it sounded good, right?

I am alone now, how can I sink the big ship of Night Owl?

But I'm going to give it a try.

After turning several corners, Luther came to the back of an iron gate and raised his head slightly.

Night Owl wasn't the only one who had made preparations... He had never thought that he would be forced to resort to such imperfect means.

Luther stretched out his hand, and finally a small piece of Mudface's body tissue crawled out from his sleeve like slime, and then attached to Luther's face.

The clay faces' body tissues squirmed and deformed, then turned Luther into another Latin face, and even gave him a full head of hair.

Then he climbed over the threshold, which was a little too high, and walked in. In the darkness, he heard someone ask, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Otis." Luther said, "I'm glad you've been guarding here and not letting anyone in."

In front of Luther, a sturdy man appeared in front of him. He bowed his head slightly: “Of course, Boss Mark.”

Luther looked at him.

The Boss Mark he mentioned once existed, but he is dead now.

He is a small gang leader in a city controlled by the Night Owl, and is affiliated with Maloney's men, "Big Boss" Maloney.

In Luthor's universe, this third-tier villain and his old rival "Roman" Falcone didn't even make it past Batman's second year of fighting crime in Gotham, but here, Maloney's allegiance lies with Nite Owl.

Luther killed the small gang leader named Boss Mark, and then usurped his identity with Clayface. Even such a small leader would have one or two subordinates who obey his orders. Such a gatekeeper can help Luther avoid many possibilities of being exposed.

"You're finally here, Boss Mark. Does this mean my mission is over? God, how long have I been here? I almost forgot the time. I've always wanted to know what's behind the iron door on the second floor, but I've never gone in, I swear."

Of course you haven't been in there.

Luther thought.

If the other party dared to go in, they would have been cut into pieces by the laser he left in the room. This would have caused a lot of unnecessary trouble to his preparations. This was why he acted cautiously when selecting personnel.

"Is it munitions? Heroin, or blue blues?"

The gangster named Otis kept chattering.

"Please, could you be quiet?" Luther asked.

"I'm sorry, Mark, but I always want to talk when I'm nervous. Have you ever been nervous? Oh, that's a really stupid question."

Then Otis said, "Boss Mark, no matter what we plan to sell, this... this will bypass Mr. Maloney. If he finds out, if... if Night Owl finds out..."

Luther and he walked around a corner and saw a body lying there.

It looked like a woman, perhaps a homeless person, and some of her clothes had been stripped off.

"This woman invaded here." Otis hesitated: "I killed her, and then used her to solve my needs."

"Don't tell me that." Luther looked at the body for a while, then said, "Let's go."

They finally reached the second iron gate, and then the gangster Otis said, "I know the rules. I'll wait here, Boss Mark."

Luther nodded, and just as he was about to walk in, he suddenly stopped.

"No, you come in with me."

The gangster Otis suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face: "Really? Boss Mark?"

Luther forced a smile at him: "Of course, you are my confidant."

They walked into the iron gate, but there was no large amount of methamphetamine and munitions as Otis had expected, but a huge canister with thick dust on it and a power supply supplying green energy. "I really shouldn't use it now." Luthor whispered to himself, "I have never used it so many times before. I have always kept it as the last trump card. I originally wanted to create a pure Superman."

"Experimental subject B-0?" Gangster Otis read out the words on it: "What is this, Boss Mark?"

Luther wiped the dust off with his hand, and a figure with closed eyes appeared inside.

"I should have opened this jar in five years."

Gangster thug Otis also saw the man in the jar.

His voice began to shake. “Wait, what is that?”

Luthor ignored him and continued, "I knew the entire cloning process when I started this project. It takes decades for a single cell extracted from Clark Kent's blood to develop into a mature individual.

I originally planned to breed a purebred Kryptonian, or even an optimized version of Clark, instead of adding cells from Parasite or Doomsday. Because I have every reason to suspect that the power of Kryptonians comes from idealism, because no matter how you look at it, it is absolutely impossible for Superman to generate such powerful energy with a mere star like the sun.

"After meeting Superboy-Prime, my theory has been further confirmed." Luthor said, "No matter where I go or how busy I am, I have never abandoned him, because I need to pay attention to his growth all the time. I want to create a perfect Kryptonian, a Kryptonian with complete intelligence and infinite potential, who is on par with Clark or even surpasses Clark, rather than a hybrid like Superboy Conner Kent."

"And he is also the last trump card I can pull out after my life is threatened." Luther said: "He is very strong, very strong, even if it will take another five years to mature."

"If we take him out of the petri dish now, his intelligence will definitely be damaged. This means that my idea of ​​creating a perfect Kryptonian with complete intelligence has come to nothing." Luthor said, "But I'm afraid I have to do this this time."

He pressed the petri dish, and then with a puff of mist, the dish opened, and the gangster Otis saw a naked strong man with pimple-covered white skin and closed eyes emerging from it.

"Good Lord," he said.

"Calm down, Otis," Luther said.

"Roar." The sturdy man walked out of the petri dish and said.

"This is a monster." The gangster Otis raised his gun and pointed it at him: "Boss Mark, you are crazy. You can sell anything in Gotham City and you won't die, but you can't challenge the authority of Night Owl. Nothing can..."

"Can artificial things understand what I say? I am Lex Luthor. I am your creator and designer. You must listen to every word I say and carry out every order I give you completely."

The gangster thug suddenly looked at Lex Luthor: "What did you say your name was?"

"Let's test it, man-made creature." Luther said, and then he pointed at the gangster Otis: "Kill him."

"what?"

"Hoohoho..."

Luther repeated his order: "I said, kill him."

"Roar?" The man-made creature asked an unclear question. Then he turned to look at Otis.

"Don't come near me!" The gangster thugs kept shooting at the artificial strong man, causing sparks to fly from his chest.

Then after a puff of smoke, the man-made creature smelled the smoke coming from its body.

"Hoo ho ho."

There was no response, he just stood there like a statue, doing nothing but making sounds.

"Damn it, listen up, kill him now!" Luthor pointed at the gangster and gave another order, and his action earned the other party to point the gun at Luthor's head: "Go to hell, Mark, you are no longer my boss, what kind of evil thing did you make? Wait, Lex Luthor... Damn it, you are not my boss Mark, what did you do to Boss Mark?"

"Roar!" With a loud noise, Luther turned his head and closed his eyes slightly. Blood poured down like rain, soaking his whole body like a drowned chicken.

Luther wiped off half of the splattered brain, heart, liver, spleen, kidney or some other strange organ from his face, and then threw half of the intestine hanging on his waist to the ground.

He stretched out his hand and retracted the mud cells covering his face, restoring his original appearance, which made his original face clean without a drop of blood.

He simply wiped his hands, which were almost soaked with blood, on the back of his pants.

"Good," he said. "It seems to work. Now follow me."

The man-made creature didn't obey Luther's orders again, or he didn't fully understand what Luther asked him to do. Luther could only pull him with his hand, like holding a baby's hand.

Then the artificial monster became happy, he made a roaring sound, and then raised his other hand happily, which made him look like a disobedient kindergarten kid.

Luther's face was tense: "I have to hurry...If I waste too much time, Night Owl will track me down."

He walked out of the iron gate with the man-made creature and passed by the body of the woman killed by the gangster Otis. Luther originally walked over, but suddenly stopped.

He walked back, took off his coat that was stained with Otis's blood, and covered the woman's body with it. He paused, as if he was organizing his words, and seemed to not know what to say. Finally, he said, "May you rest in peace."

Then he turned away, muttering:

"That's so unlike me... damn Batman."

"Another wasted moment."

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"why?"

Blood like fire spurted out of Darkseid's mouth and nose, and Batman's backstab caused him to be severely injured by the Anti-Monitor in an instant.

"You should not forget that bullet." He heard Batman's voice.

"You used the bullet that could kill the New God to hit your ally!" Darkseid was furious: "You lunatic!"

He turned his head and saw that Batman had completely synchronized with Dark Father, and his entire body had become like him: "Do you know that theory? If there is a gun hanging on the wall, then it will definitely be activated, and the bullet will definitely shoot into someone's forehead."

Darkseid thinks Batman is completely crazy and that what he does does him no good at all.

Darkseid gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I have no other options? That bullet didn't kill me, so it's my turn to kill you next."

"You think I'll surrender?"

He said, “I want you to die.”

(End of this chapter)