Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 1 Die together
  "Ho-"

In Gotham City, on an extremely dark street, a bloated figure was limping and running for his life.

A thin layer of rain and mist swayed and wet the fugitive's monocle. In order not to block his vision, he had to stretch out his fat short hands to take off the spectacle lenses, and then groped to stuff them into the chest of his tuxedo. In your pocket.

Crack!

The dilapidated street lights flickered for a moment. It was obvious that the road administration department did not use taxpayers' money where it should be used. Fortunately, this short light illuminated a hidden alley intersection ahead for the fugitives who were desperate to choose their way. .

He hurriedly glanced behind him, but did not see the terrifying figure that always appeared on the eaves.

"Damn it!"

The obese man complained, because he knew that it was impossible for the guy to catch up. He might just be hiding somewhere where he couldn't see him, watching him with cold and ruthless eyes and consuming all his energy.

But he really couldn't run anymore.

If he were still young, he would at least be able to run forward a certain distance and then use the small toys prepared in advance - although he was unsuccessful, at least he could delay the action of the scary guy that appeared in the dark.

"The Cobot family always repays kindness. If you come to the Iceberg Bar in a week, I can give you a generous reward. Of course, you can also make a request to me, and I can fulfill most of your wishes."

He was supported by the young man and walked deep into the alley. He barely found a pile of discarded newspapers. He panted and sat down, while revealing a terrifying mouth full of misshapen teeth to the Asian young man squatting next to him. Smile.

He held on to the wall tremblingly and moved to the entrance of the alley. He didn't care about the dirty water on the dark ground that might be mixed with thick phlegm. He just wanted to lie down and rest for a while.

"Good Samaritan, what's your name? Haha, there is such a rare species in Gotham City."

The cold liquid was injected, and Cobot opened his mouth wide in horror. The blood that had not calmed down cheered and transported the liquid to all parts of his body.

He had to find a place to rest. The limit of his physical strength prevented him from following his inner rationality.

Before Cobot could react further, the other party's movements suddenly accelerated, and the needle was inserted into Cobot's neck at lightning speed.

what is that? Who is the other party?

But years of pampering made him fat, and his physical strength was even less than he expected.

"you--"

It was a needle flashing with cold light.

A young Asian man?
  maybe?
  He thought that he couldn't tell the difference between Asians anyway. Based on the probability of Asians in this city, the error of around twenty years old was acceptable in judging age.

The young man looked at him expressionlessly and slowly raised an arm.

Or maybe, deep down in his heart, he actually knew that even if he was caught, he would never die, but he would just have to suffer a relatively painful physical pain.

Cobot's whole body trembled like chaff.

A strange-looking Asian face appeared in his sight.

Cobot looked over strangely, and then his pupils shrank.

But just as all his strength was gone, the man who was about to fall to the ground in response to gravity's call was suddenly supported by a hand stretched out from the darkness.

Bat would not be so kind to help him. He would just watch him fall into the sewage, then come over and give him a heavy punch.

If only it wasn't that disgusting bat.

The trembling aquiline nose was drawn upward, covered with sweat, and two small slits were opened hard on the plump and pale cheeks.

poison?

Killer?
  "My name is Terry."

The Asian pulled out the needle and threw it aside.

"Terry Pickles."

Seeing the confusion mixed with the obvious fear in Cobot's eyes, Terry let out a meaningless sneer from his nose.

"Looks like you don't even know who I really am."

"Don't worry, you won't die so quickly. It's just a shot of ketamine, which can be easily obtained at any hospital in this city."

"I use a normal dose, so you'll still be awake for a long time."

Terry reached into his inner pocket and took out a small knife and a strange-looking, palm-sized disc.

At this time, Cobot had lost consciousness for most of his body, but his eyes couldn't help but widen when he glanced at the disc.

That was the little toy he originally planned to use to greet that nasty stinky bat. When activated, it could release more than two thousand volts of voltage and then explode.

"Before you die, I will slowly let you know my identity." 　　　…

A tall, dark figure appeared on the roof of a building not far from the alley.

The dark armor and cloak looked a little dusty, as if they had rolled around in a flour factory with extremely poor sanitary conditions.

In fact it is.

When he was chasing the Penguin, some kind of mechanism was suddenly triggered on the rooftop of a building he was passing by. Batman subconsciously thought it was a bomb and jumped off the building in a hurry. However, he was not hit by the shock wave as he imagined, but was sprinkled with flying white powder. All in one.

After landing, Batman rolled around in order to relieve his strength. The white powder adhering to the suit was soaked by the dirty water on the ground and condensed into lumps of gray-white unknown substance.

Although this prank did not bring any effective harm or trouble, it made Batman's heart jump into his throat.

Because this method usually only appears on one person, and that dangerous person is still being imprisoned in Arkham Asylum.

Theoretically, it couldn't be the work of the Joker, but it had to be guarded against.

A seemingly harmless method may contain some evil intentions.

It took some time to confirm whether there were any signs of poisoning in his blood, and then he quickly took out some solution reagents from the tool bag on his waist to analyze what the white powder was.

But the result was beyond Batman's expectation.

It’s really just ordinary flour.

Who on earth made such a silly joke to the famous dark night detective.

This mere delay would not allow the Penguin to successfully escape from him.

Unless the Penguin can unknowingly prepare an aerospace rocket to escape.

Batman put his hand to his ear.

"Penny one, where is the tracking signal now?"

There was a strange echo from the headset. Although he had lived in this city for many years, he still had a slight British accent.

"12 o'clock direction, meters, moving very slowly, he stopped."

Batman silently took out a hook gun, and with the mechanical sound of gears meshing and rotating, he opened his cloak and jumped into the night sky.

The next few times he flew to the rooftop, he was much more vigilant. Those trigger traps were actually not very clever, and there was no trace of any old acquaintance in their techniques.

But who on earth would be so bored and patient enough to install such stupid devices on every building in the neighborhood?

As the display on his forearm vibrated, indicating that the red dots representing him and the Penguin were almost overlapping, Batman stopped.

The air was filled with the smell of blood.

"Oops."

Deep in the dark alley, the other party seemed to notice the arrival of the bat, and then there was a rustling sound on the ground.

A thin and pretty figure dragged the half-dead Penguin slowly out of the alley, then raised his head and looked into the eyes of the Dark Knight.

"Remember this place? Bat?"

The Penguin's clothes were stripped off, and his whole body was covered with knife marks that were so deep that his bones could be seen. A line of extremely fresh blood stretched from his body to the depths of the alley.

Batman stared at the young man's face, and some bad memories suddenly came back to him.

"Terry Pickles!"

Terry's eyes were a little surprised. He didn't expect that the other party really remembered him.

"Heh, it seems you still have some conscience in your heart."

Then Terry raised his other hand and showed the small toy in his hand that he had not yet used. "Then do you still remember this?"

Batman's pupils shrank. He knew what Terry wanted to do, so he hurriedly jumped down from the rooftop and pounced towards Terry like a big black bird.

"Don't be impulsive!"

"Tsk."

Terry pressed the button expressionlessly, and a dazzling electric light flashed, forcing Batman to close his eyes, and then the huge impact knocked all three people away.

(End of this chapter)