Adult Comics: Starting with the Making of the Laughing Bat

"Maybe I should change my mindset," Luthor looked at the gradually dimming light screen and said thoughtfully,"Superman is not the only enemy of mankind."

"Rather than restricting superhuman individuals, it is better to enhance humanity itself"

"Just like what Batman did on Doomsday, let humans gain the power of Doomsday!"

When Luthor thought of this, a hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

A crazy and terrifying plan was brewing rapidly in his mind.

Gotham City, Arkham Asylum.

Today is the time for the weekly physical therapy.

In the corridor, groups of medical staff walked into the ward.

The next second, wailing and laughter rang out in each ward.

The medical staff whipped the patients trapped in the bed or chair, hoping to correct their increasingly twisted psychology through physical pain.

At this time, the innermost and only windowless room was dark.

After an unknown amount of time, a sinister laugh rang out.

The Joker withdrew his gaze from the light curtain.

The always crazy face became particularly calm at this moment.

The calmness did not look like the Joker, but that of a wise man, a poet or even a philosopher.

"So, this is a unique......farce?"

"Batman turned into a monster to kill Superman? This is not like the Batboy I know"

"The Laughing Bat is just an incompetent and poor imitator"

"Does he really think he is a clown?"

"His madness is like a ghost asking for candy on Halloween, trying his best to scare the other party"

"But in fact, he is just a poor guy who lacks a sense of identity."

""Bang!"

While they were whispering, the door of the ward opened.

Three sturdy men in white nursing uniforms walked in.

One of the nurses with a scar on the corner of his mouth looked at Clown with a grim smile,"Mr. Clown, this week's physical therapy is about to begin. Are you looking forward to it?"

"I made a bet with someone this time. I want to hear you begging for mercy and screaming when I hit you 100 times."

"Last time I hit you 80 times and you didn't say anything, it cost me a lot of money......."

The clown looked at the scarred man calmly until he walked up to the clown and leaned over to put the shackles on him.

"Mr. Brad, can I have a word with you in private?"The Joker looked at Scar Mouth and said casually.

Scar Mouth, that is, Brad, frowned slightly.

"How do you know my real name?"

In Arkham Asylum, it is not a good thing to be known by a madman.

Especially when the madman is the Joker.

The Joker showed a sly smile,"Come closer to me, Mr. Brad."

"I think you should be very interested in this news."

Everyone is curious, and Brad is facing a charismatic villain in Gotham City.

So he slowly lowered his body and put his ear close.

The Joker opened his mouth and whispered in Brad's ear in a voice that only he could hear.

For a long time, the other two caregivers were a little impatient.

"Hey, what did the clown tell you?"

"What good words can this madman say!"

"Stop wasting time and get to work. I'll be off work when you're done!"

"Hey, did you hear that? One of the male nurses impatiently pulled Brad up.

"I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"

However, when Brad's face was exposed to the two nurses, the nurses stopped talking instantly.

Because Brad seemed to have suffered a huge blow at this time.

His face was covered with sweat, and his face was as pale as a dead pig soaked in sea water. His pupils kept expanding and contracting, as if he had experienced some unpredictable mental pressure.

""Hey man!" a nurse couldn't help but ask,"What's wrong with you?"

"Are you okay, bro?"

Brad did not answer their questions.

He lowered his head and grabbed a baseball bat on the medical cart.

The next second, a scene that stunned everyone appeared.

Brad's face quickly became full of madness.

Then, he hit a caregiver on the head with the baseball bat.

The caregiver widened his eyes with disbelief.

But he had no time to react to what happened.

Brad raised the bat covered with brain matter and swung it a second and third time until the caregiver's skull was completely dented. Until a twisted and crazy laugh appeared on Brad's face.

The remaining caregiver did not run away at the first time.

It was not that he was not afraid, but that he was scared silly.

His legs seemed to have lost their intuition, and he stood motionless at the door.

His mouth was slightly open, and his whole body was shaking violently.

When he finally came to his senses and wanted to leave this horrible ward,

Brad had already picked up the bloody bat full of white and red blocks.

The next second, the bat hit his side face.

The force was so great that his eyeball was bulged out halfway.

"Madness is an art, and I am the art itself."

When Brad untied the shackles of the Joker indifferently, the Joker raised his hands and slowly stood up from his seat like an emperor attending court.

The evil temperament burst out from his body.

The underground emperor of Gotham City, the Joker, he is back!

The lunatics in other wards seemed to have sensed something and stood at the door of the ward.

They laughed heartily and made shrill screams.

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