What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 97
Ego, belief, awareness, responsibility, courage, hope, those complex inner emotions.

boom -

violent explosion.

You are in the center of trillions of trillions of suns.

These ideas are so far away, so far away that you can't reach them with wide open eyes, but they breathe in your ears as you perceive them.

So you don't speak.

Fire rushes through you, shockwaves rush through you, air rushes through you, radiation rushes through you, breeze and sunlight rush through you.

But there is nothing to stop at.

This is outer space.

The radiance of the Milky Way and billions of stars is soaked in endless light, they are mixed, and at the same time, they flow through your heart and soul in another form and echo.

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Ivy, the poison ivy girl, got off the hemispherical mind-sharing machine, and her body couldn't help shaking.

Harley Quinn, who had been afraid to disturb her, rushed over to support her.

"Batman...is Batman back?"

Harry shook her head.

She switched on the comm and called out to Lucius, "Hey, you noisy squirrel scientist—"

"Is Batman still alive?"

"Quickly lower the altitude of the plane!"

The Penguin yelled at Harvey Dent the Five-Faced Man, and then Harvey Dent screamed at the Ventrilogue, and finally it was the Ventrilogue's turn to howl at the pilot of the plane.

The gangster boy who was acting as the driver pulled the joystick, and then the three gangsters rolled on a sofa.

The storm died down.

"How's Batman?"

Penguin was the first to get up, and he said in a daze, "Is he still alive?"

Then they heard Harley Quinn's questioning on the communication.

no respond.

The three of them waited together for five or six minutes, but there was still no response.

"God, God bless Batman never die." Penguin said: "Batman is a good man, the Virgin Mary bless him."

As soon as he said this, he immediately turned his head away: "Oh, this feels so weird."

Then he turned his head and saw the doll bat in the hands of the ventriloquist lying on the ground, and the ventriloquist was there howling at the toy: "Wooooow! Bat! How can I live without you! "

amount……

Double... the five-faced man Harvey Dent was throwing his dice again and again, slapping himself every time he threw it.

amount……

The Penguin understands that the two-faced man's brain is a bit messed up. When he was a double-faced man before, no matter what he did, he would give himself a multiple-choice question with two options, but now this choice The options for the question became 5, so he was forced to put some meaningless options in addition to the normal options.

And he is not so lucky now, he has thrown the option of [slap himself] several times in a row.

Penguin found himself the most normal of the three present.

He said to Harvey:
"Is it convenient to ask what are your other 4 options?"

"[Rush to Arkham to avenge the Bats] [Escape from Gotham] [Kneel and lick Bane] [Howl with the Ventrilogue]"

Harvey Dent the Five-Faced Man answered him, and then threw his dice again.

Then Penguin saw him stand up straight, and just when he thought the other party was going to rush to avenge Batman, he saw Harvey go to the side of the ventriloquist and knelt down side by side with him.

"Whoa, Bat! Without you I can..."

Penguin blinked.

Then the strings in my brain snapped with a sudden snap.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have nothing to do except pray.

So he also knelt down beside the five-faced man Harvey Dent, and the three gangsters howled at the Batman doll in unison: "Woooo! Bat! Without you, I can..."

There was a burst of crying on the plane.

"Enough, you guys are making noise!"

Harley Quinn was given a headache by the cries of three old men on the communication channel. Her voice came out from the loudspeaker on the plane: "You cry every day, day and night, can you still cry to Bane's death?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" A louder howl came from the communication channel. Absolutely Robin.

"No—Batman! You are the light of my life! You give me Robin's dream! Your existence has saved this city, and in every darkest midnight, you are the one who enlightens everyone's direction!"

The authentic Robin Tim Drake began to doubt himself when he heard it on the communication channel.

The Mudface was still howling.

"You are the torch bearer, you are the guide, and you are the meaning of my life. God, earth! Robin can't lose Batman, just like the Jews can't lose Jerusalem!"

He cried even more sadly than the real Robin. It was sad for those who heard it, and tears for those who saw it. Anyone who didn't listen to this would give a thumbs up and praise him as a good Robin with filial piety?
Tim, who was already starting to feel a little sad, got goosebumps all over his body.

"Don't be as knowledgeable as a lunatic, don't be as knowledgeable as a lunatic..."

While hypnotizing himself, he took a deep breath, patted his forehead to calm himself down, turned his head and asked in the communication channel: "Chief scientist, have you detected any signs of Batman's life?"

"No." Lucius' voice was muffled.

"Not at all, it doesn't make sense, I don't believe Batman does, nor does my calculations..."

Robin immediately turned to look at Alfred.

He saw the old butler collapsed on the ground, eyes tightly closed, without saying a word.

"There shouldn't be a big problem, right." He immediately turned his head and said to the communication: "The life detection equipment won't detect him so soon, it will take a while, will it?"

"...It's true."

Robin didn't know for a moment whether this was Lucius' consolation or if it was true.

"Batman is not really gone, is it?" Killer Crocodile said in the channel: "That's it, let's divide the luggage, let's break up."

He muttered: "I'll go back to my crocodile gang and bite people, Cheshire cat, you go back to Africa, get married and have children, Deathshooter, you go back to your hometown, and see your daughter, let's make two, three, five, and sell the bat plane , buy a solid gold coffin for Batman."

"That's how we live without Batman anyway, isn't it? Nothing's changed, and never will be."

Deadshot looked at him: "What do you mean, Killer Crocodile?"

"I mean, we're going to fucking kill Bane."

The strong thug opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth: "Working for Batman, I am very happy. These days I get a lot of money, and my life is much better than picking up garbage in the sewer."

He said: "I'm not a good person and never will be. But now I want to bite Bane's head off."

"Anyone with me?" he said on the comm channel.

(End of this chapter)