What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 105

Chapter 105: Hail Blayneac!

Jason Todd stealthily infiltrated the Batcave.

He was too familiar with everything here; it was no different from when he left.

Of course, not the one beneath Wayne Manor. He had already investigated that, finding nothing.

The Batcomputer records showed that it had not been operational for a long time. Obviously, for unknown reasons, his adoptive father, Bruce Wayne, had not engaged in his superhero career there for some time.

But he still left a red hood there as a mark of his return.

After causing trouble in Gotham, he waited night after night on the tallest tower in Gotham City for Batman’s arrival.

According to his calculations, Batman should have reacted to his actions within 1 hour and should have been able to find him within 3 hours.

He was both excited and terrified, replaying in his mind over and over again what he would say to Batman. The burning rage in his heart swelled, keeping him awake all night.

Then…he waited in vain.

Batman never came.

Then, the next day, he discovered that Bruce Wayne was actually in Metropolis.

The Penguin, Two-Face, and someone named Lincoln March had gathered a large group of Arkham villains, ruling the underworld in the entire city. Strangely, they weren’t reveling in their power but demanding everyone to be silent for two months.

This was too unusual.

So, for days, while continuously expanding his influence in the underworld, he kept returning to the various outposts he built with Batman, trying to find some reason behind Batman’s transformation.

He was no longer the impulsive, emotional Jason Todd of those days. He had learned to think. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to directly face Batman, the terrifying man who was both his father and his teacher, before collecting all the information and making full preparations.

Jason subconsciously touched the red hood he kept in his backpack. The expression under the mask softened slightly, but in a flash, it turned cold again.

Every Batcave outpost he entered, his Robin suit was always displayed in the front. This detail comforted him slightly, but it didn’t stop him from leaving the red hood in every base he visited, right on top of the Robin suit.

He couldn’t go back. Those simple, pure, good old days were gone. Jason Todd was dead, only the Red Hood remained, a cold-blooded, ruthless executioner.

Jason Todd shook his head, unwilling to think about it anymore. He looked at the entrance and pushed the door open quietly.

This outpost should also be…Jason was ready to go in and put the red hood on—

“I’m Batman’s favorite Robin!”

Jason froze.

He tiptoed to close the door, climbed the wall in a very Batman-like manner, hanging upside down from the ceiling. Then he climbed past the corner and looked in…

He saw his beloved, treasured Robin suit worn by the drunken Penguin, his fat belly covered by the suit. Sitting next to him were the Riddler, Mr. Freeze, and Two-Face…

Wait, what was on his face?

But Jason wasn’t in the mood to care about that.

He was enraged.

“Ehehehehe…I—am—”

The world seemed to slow down. He saw the Penguin’s lips trembling.

Don’t say it!!! Those words!!!

“——Batman’s favorite—Robin!”

“Hahaha, Oswald, I can’t anymore.”

Then Jason heard the Riddler, known for his intelligence, making a stupid sound, slurred by excessive drinking. “You win, these chips are yours.”

He threw the playing cards down on the table and pushed all the chips in front of him to the Penguin. “The money you lost before and half of my stake, they are yours now.”

The Riddler turned to Mr. Freeze. “What about you, Victor? If you—”

“Don’t even think about it, Nygma. My money is now yours.”

Mr. Freeze said, “I’ll jump off Wayne Tower before I wear that ridiculous outfit!”

Ridiculous?

Jason gritted his teeth in anger.

Then he heard Mr. Freeze say, “Oswald, you have no dignity now. Where is all that aristocratic demeanor you used to uphold?”

“Cut it out.” The Penguin’s face was flushed from the alcohol. He picked up the champagne on the table and downed it in one gulp. Then he said, “Batman is like this now. What kind of aristocratic demeanor am I supposed to uphold? Do you think I didn’t act like a clown when I was a lackey for someone else?”

He shook his belly twice.

“To be honest, what we’re doing now is no different from being a Robin. Don’t I deserve a Robin suit?”

“He’s even secretly looking forward to this punishment,” the Riddler added. “Who could force the Penguin?”

The Penguin snorted noncommittally. He burped. “Don’t talk about me!”

He suddenly stood up and said, “Haven’t you ever considered trying on Robin’s suit?”

Dead silence.

The remaining three looked at each other and started to chuckle dryly.

“Hahahahahaha, don’t be ridiculous, who would want to wear something so ugly?”

“Except for you? No one would like these—”

Then the Riddler and Harvey Dent stopped laughing.

Only Mr. Freeze was still humming softly. Then he noticed the strange expressions on the faces of the other three.

“Good heavens,” Mr. Freeze said.

“What are you talking about, what could be worse than a Penguin in a Robin suit?”

With a click, Harvey Dent threw the five-sided die.

Mr. Freeze watched him.

Harvey Dent said, “There is.”

Then everyone watched him stand up and walk to the cupboard next to him, taking out the low-cut disco V-neck Nightwing suit.

“Me in a Nightwing suit.”

His face was grim, as if he was forced to make this decision, his five-colored face turning purple.

Mr. Freeze knew he had obsessive-compulsive disorder. Since he had become Two-Face, he had to forcibly add some messy options beyond the normal choices.

Obviously, he wasn’t lucky this time.

Victor couldn’t help but be speechless. He turned to the giggling Riddler next to him.

“There won’t be any more Robins, right?”

“Ehehehehe!”

Then he saw the Riddler, drunk, walking to the suit of the third Robin, Tim, and even looked eager to try it on.

“Nonsense!”

Looking at the Arkham maniacs who were starting to defile those sacred suits, Jason Todd could no longer bear it.

…

…

…

“You’re breaking the law.”

My name is Sam Lane.

I’ve heard about Batman’s fame for a long time.

“No, I’m saving the future of humanity.”

Bang!

The lights went out instantly.

“Night vision, night vision—did you find Batman?”

“Don’t put on night vision—” Luthor loudly stopped him, but it was too late before he finished speaking.

With the violent explosion of flashbangs and illumination grenades, the whole room was as bright as day.

“Found him, he’s in—ah, my eyes—”

Bruce Wayne murmured, “OK. Friends, let’s make this fight a little…more humane.”

“Ah—”

A soldier close by dropped his gun, held a tactical knife, and roared at him, ready to attack. Even though he was temporarily deprived of sight, the instincts he gained from long-term training as a special soldier still guided him towards the correct target.

Bruce Wayne turned around, the muscles of the Bane-bat appeared on his arms. He grabbed the other’s arm, the wood was easily broken by such force, the fibers collapsed, the tendons tore, and dark red juice flowed out. Then, with a snap, it broke into two pieces.

Then, Bruce Wayne stepped on his thigh and broke it. But then he frowned, seeing another soldier ignore the one he was grappling with, holding a submachine gun, and directly swinging a hail of bullets towards him.

Bruce Wayne shook his head.

“Never mind, I changed my mind.”

He directly threw the soldier in his hand aside and spread his arms.

The next second, dozens of bullets hit his head. Bruce Wayne quickly turned his head, a metallic color appeared on his head and disappeared.

He looked at the other.

“It’s not a bad idea to let you have a preview of what it’s like to face a Kryptonian.”

More soldiers pointed their guns at him.

One of the leaders gasped for breath and growled through gritted teeth. “Fire! Fire!”

Gunshots rang out constantly. Bruce Wayne let them fire at him. In the flickering light, the soldiers saw Batman as a blurry shadow.

General Lane, who had already run out of the room, stopped. He took out his communicator and wanted to contact more soldiers. Then he looked up and saw Luthor without any hesitation, decisively abandoning them all, running faster than a rabbit.

“Why are you running?”

General Lane shouted.

“There are 27 of the strongest single-soldier combat operatives in the United States assembled in the room. They should be able to hold off Batman for a while. I’ll immediately deploy—”

Only his voice echoed in the corridor.

Then, he suddenly realized the silence.

He saw Luthor, who had already run to the corner of the corridor, slowly retreating. He held up his hands.

General Lane turned his head and saw the two soldiers who had been protecting him lying silently on the ground, asleep.

“24 seconds,” he heard Luthor say.

“What are you talking about?”

“Batman took down everyone in 24 seconds,” Luthor told him. “Interesting…hee!”

He looked relaxed, even in the mood to tease Batman. “What about your Robin, the one who doesn’t wear pants? Did you abandon him because he’s as fat as a penguin from eating strawberry cakes?”

But Sam Lane didn’t find it funny at all.

“I thought you were just a legend, an urban legend story.”

“People also thought aliens were legends, General.”

Bruce Wayne answered him. “Believe me, I’ve been preparing to deal with aliens for many years. But as I’ve demonstrated in the stories I’ve presented.”

He said, “We need sheepdogs.”

“It’s the Kryptonite!” General Lane suddenly realized. “You’re the one who stole a small piece of Kryptonite! You tampered with the large Kryptonite to confirm our exact location!”

“That’s exactly right.” Bruce Wayne answered him.

Otherwise, with a security base of this scale, trying to find the exact meeting place and time would take so much effort.

Bruce Wayne didn’t have the time to waste.

Discovering John Cobb, who could lead him there, was an accident, not part of his plan.

“We’re not enemies, General. In the face of aliens and common threats, we stand together.” Then he heard Batman say, “Kryptonite weapons should be used against the wolves, not the sheepdogs, General.”

“Therefore, until you fully understand who is the enemy and who is the friend, I’m afraid I have to take away the weapon you’ve made to prevent you from harming your teammates.”

General Lane realized what the other wanted to do. “Kryptonite is the property of the national government.”

“No, Kryptonite is a weapon for all humanity to defend itself.”

Then he saw Batman turn and walk into the room. He and Luthor hurried in after him.

He watched helplessly as Batman walked towards the large Kryptonite that was installed in the armor.

“No, that’s…”

General Lane almost imagined the scene of the other taking away the Kryptonite. It meant that the US military would lose control of the situation. But he quickly stabilized his emotions and began to comfort himself.

Luckily, even without Kryptonite, he still had complete alloy metal armor. If he could find some other Kryptonite, restart the Kryptonite reactor…

Then the next second he saw Bruce Wayne carrying the entire armor, including the Kryptonite, on his shoulders, like an old farmer carrying crops in the fields.

The armor was over 2.5 meters tall. Now carried on Bruce Wayne’s shoulders, it looked like a hamster carrying a treadmill.

“You…you…” General Lane stuttered twice, unable to finish his sentence.

Bruce Wayne calmly walked in front of him, then extended a finger in front of him and shot a small amount of nanobots into the computer’s gaps.

General Lane turned his head and saw the observation records and data stored in the computer being downloaded on the large screen, not a single one missed.

“This is classified information of the state,” General Lane groaned, but he wasn’t stupid enough to try to stop the other.

But Bruce Wayne’s expression gradually became serious.

He waved his hand, controlling the big screen, and a video scroll appeared on it.

A strange-looking robot lying on the operating table. General Lane noticed the date on it.

It was two weeks ago.

He and Luthor looked at each other.

Luthor said, “Uh oh, it seems the US military has been hiding a lot from us.”

Bruce Wayne stared at the robot on the screen. It looked like a metal skeleton of some kind of alien. It lay quietly on the dissection table.

“Some kind of alien technology, completely incomprehensible. But it seems to be a robot with its own consciousness. It is inferred that its main function is detection. But what exactly is it detecting? This is still unknown.”

Someone spoke in the video.

A professor-like figure in a white coat walked into the frame and said, “We’re starting to dismantle it now.”

Bruce Wayne noticed that the robot’s eyes lit up behind him at this moment.

“Tsk,” Luthor also noticed it and made a clicking sound.

Then there were screams, blood spurting out, and then everything fell silent. The three of them silently watched the bloodshed in the video.

“Fire—fire—ah—”

“It’s nothing big,” General Lane said. “We ended up destroying the robot with a bomb.”

“Boom—boom—”

The sound of an explosion came from the video.

Bruce Wayne didn’t say anything. He adjusted the video to the second before the robot was destroyed.

“Did you hear that?”

“What?”

General Lane asked.

Bruce Wayne turned up the sound and then noise reduction.

“■■■■■■■!”

Bruce Wayne noise reduction again.

“■■■■■ hail!”

After repeating this process several times, the sound became clearer. General Lane’s expression changed little by little.

The three people present all heard this creepy sound—

The mechanical and indistinct roar:

“Hail Blayneac!”

“Hail!”

“Hail, hail!”

And a recommendation for Harley’s novel!

《Hogwarts: Harley’s Path to Witchcraft》

Recommendation: A mix of Lord of the Mysteries and HP fan fiction, Harley Potter on the Witchcraft path, no male protagonist

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