What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 122

## Chapter 121: Brainiac: First Laugh

“Lex Luthor, now is not the best time to deal with Brainiac.”

Bruce Wayne, his face dark, looked at Luthor with an air of confidence, not knowing what to say.

So, your trump card is the “call for help” method?

What are you proud of?

“If you’re so eager to die, maybe I should just smash a hammer into your bald head and help you out personally.”

Bruce said:

“You forced me to use some of my trump cards prematurely to save you, Luthor, to prevent Brainiac from absorbing all the intelligence and creativity from your brain and becoming even stronger. Why did you put yourself in such a predicament, you with your extraordinary mind? You’re threatening my life with this.”

“My mind told me that directly forcing your hand was the easiest and fastest way.”

Although the robot possessed by Luthor was still suspended in the air, seemingly dead, Bruce could already imagine that smug face.

“Of course, I prioritize the most convenient and efficient method.”

“You’re an idiot,” Bruce said to Luthor. His voice, transmitted through the combined nano-robots on Brainiac’s ship, sounded somewhat unclear, imbued with a kind of alien technological beauty:

“You know that we can’t defeat Brainiac so easily with our current resources. Exposing my trump card to Brainiac early will only lower our chances of defeating him in the final showdown.”

“And Lex Luthor, after understanding Brainiac’s knowledge, will greatly increase our chances of success. It’s a win-win situation, Bat.”

Brainiac stood nearby, watching the two of them chat without a care:

“Enough! You two!”

The last few metal tentacles pulled out from the connection points on his head, Brainiac’s face darkened:

“If you want to chat, you’ll have plenty of time for that in your future lives.”

He paused.

“But can you please stop downloading my data while chatting so intensely?”

Oops, caught.

Bruce coughed lightly. He felt Brainiac immediately cut off his data download channel.

Lex Luthor suddenly groaned, his possessed robot head exploding with a shower of sparks, followed by wisps of black smoke.

“Lex, who gave you the courage to use the knowledge you’ve just acquired to try and confront me?”

Brainiac reached out with a hand, and several parasitic demons flew from the now shrunken Black Zero. They shrieked and howled as they fell at Brainiac’s feet.

Then the green alien wiggled his fingers, and the parasitic demons’ heads exploded, releasing streams of pale blue nano-robots from their shattered skulls. Brainiac caught them in his palm, squeezed, and they instantly vanished into nothingness.

They were destroyed at the atomic level.

“Originally, I thought it was somewhat creative of you to load nano-robots into these parasitic demons. I planned to play with you a bit later, but you actually dared to re-code these robots in front of me, using my technology?”

Brainiac wiped off the remnants on his hand: “You’re a little too much, Lex.”

Bruce knew Luthor wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Brainiac would discover his actions. However, he did it anyway and allowed these nano-robots to be exposed.

Should he have known, after reading Brainiac’s knowledge, that his nano-robots couldn’t possibly hide from him?

Then rather than be called out by Brainiac, he might as well take the initiative to re-engineer them with stolen technology, using plagiarism to disgust the original.

And it seems Brainiac was indeed disgusted.

A murderous glint appeared on his face: “Alright, the boring nonsense should end here—”

Bruce sighed.

He said to Brainiac, “Stop, one last sentence. I promise it’s the last one.”

Brainiac obligingly stopped.

Bruce turned to face Luthor.

“Even if I hadn’t come, you had a backup plan to escape, right?”

“That question is irrelevant, Bat.” Then he heard Luthor say:

“You’re here now. Even if you don’t attack, Brainiac will investigate how you bypassed him to appear here. Since your trump cards have already been partially exposed, wouldn’t the optimal solution be to take this opportunity to inflict some damage on him?”

Bruce sighed heavily. Although his body was currently made up of nano-robots from Brainiac’s ship, he didn’t need to breathe.

Bruce knew that Lex was right. He turned and faced Brainiac.

Brainiac also stared coldly at him.

Bruce sighed again.

Then, in the next second, his nano-body began to collapse, gradually unable to maintain its shape.

“This… how is this possible?”

Bruce immediately started acting surprised.

Even though he hadn’t used acting skills in a long time, his technique had not declined in the least once he started.

“You actually invaded me in reverse?”

“Foolish creature, you, like Lex Luthor, are blinded by greed.”

Brainiac said, “You were only focused on downloading my data, you never thought about why I let you connect with me.”

He looked at Luthor, who had collapsed, and Batman, who was similarly rendered helpless: “Just like that? So-called Earthlings all fall for the same weakness. Your intelligence is so low that I’m speechless. I doubt I’ve taken you too seriously.”

He floated toward Bruce, who was sprawled on the ground, his form dissolving: “However, there are a few things worth noting.”

He said, “How did you manipulate my nano-robots? It doesn’t make sense. My technological capabilities should far surpass yours.”

Brainiac had the capital for arrogance. As an artificial intelligence, the scientists who created Brainiac not only gave him a level 12 intelligence, but also created artificial envy, greed, and hatred. Of course, there would also be artificial arrogance. He was almost the most intelligent being in the universe.

“Even if you used Kryptonian technology, it’s impossible. My ship, although incorporating many Kryptonian technological structures, is just structures. Structures don’t recognize ownership, there’s no such thing as permissions. These inanimate objects can’t possibly help you invade me.”

Just like the Father of Computers, who created computers, he could perhaps issue backend commands to his own computer, but what if that computer had been transformed into a luxury car?

“——Unless you are the master of metal, the king of all electronic components, and by merely grasping the structure of those Kryptonian technologies, you can invade me through them…”

Brainiac thought about this, and in 10 to the negative 57th power of a second, he dismissed this possibility.

Are you kidding me? If such power existed, it should only be in his hands.

“So let me see what’s going on in your head and how you managed to do all of this.”

He manipulated a metal tentacle to connect to the gradually formless Batman.

It’s useless, even if you actively collapse your body, you can’t stop me.

So Brainiac slightly controlled those nano-robots that he had regained control of, allowing them to maintain their basic humanoid form.

Then he connected the metal tentacle to his own head:

“Let me see what secrets you hold?”

This was different from when Lex stole his data; now, he was going to actively enter someone else’s mind.

If he wanted to get something instead of blowing someone’s mind, he had to be cautious.

And then, something unexpected happened to Brainiac:

The Batman, composed of nano-robots—

He.

Smiled.

This wasn’t a normal human smile, his mouth stretched from his chin to his ear, the nano-robots on Batman’s face, which were originally black, suddenly turned white, while those on his mouth turned red. Bruce let out a distorted, contorted laugh.

“Hahaha, hahaha! Hahahahaha!”

On Earth, Clark saw a Joker’s head emerging from the hood of the Batmobile, which was stuck upright.

Clark: ! Scared.

Synchronizing: Jokerman.

“What the hell is this?”

Brainiac covered the metal wire connecting their two heads. He felt his mind enter a vast, chaotic, bouncing circus.

Yippee!

The green little pumpkin, not only failed to find the magical conch he was looking for, but accidentally fell into the circus’s knife-throwing wheel. The smiling clown gentleman took two daggers and happily threw them at him!

No, little pumpkin! I’m not a pumpkin! I’m a little frog!

The green alien Brainiac squatted down, his eyes crossed, filled with level 12 intelligence. He hopped around like a big toad:

“I’m a traveling little frog, I’m home today! Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit!”

Then, in the next second, he stood up.

Brainiac, his face dark, started pulling his mind back forcefully.

He had never! Never! Seen such a chaotic, illogical, nonsensical, and non-biological inner world!

This isn’t the kind of mental consciousness a living being should have!

I can’t go on…

Then, in the next second, his consciousness sank into chaos.

But the smiling clown gentleman wants to play with the frog gentleman!!!

Because we must mix the cement with spaghetti, and according to the Pythagorean theorem, we can deduce that Nightwing’s buttocks have a 45-degree cut with radioactivity. The primary function of Red Robin’s family is for sacrifice, and using artificially raised Red Hood can catch wild crowbars—

So whether Batman’s nth power contains parents or not, whether the bone broth made from Skeleton Man’s bones has sediment or not, doesn’t affect the fact that Batman is a clown!!!

I understand!!! I have realized!!!

Brainiac felt his heart filled with joy. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud: “Batman!! Aaaaah, siha—siha—! I’m enveloped by Batman! So warm, so happy, hahahaha!!!”

Luthor watched from the side, dumbfounded.

“I’ve always thought Batman might have a way, but I didn’t expect it to be so…intense.”

He shivered.

“It’s terrifying.”

He watched the wise and intelligent Brainiac go crazy like a brain-damaged person: “To become like this, it’s really scary!”

“Ah, in principle, we believe that Green Lantern comics do not contain the greatest Green Lantern, but the big blue bald head can trigger the Flash’s super evolution—resurrect, my dear mother!”

“How did you do it—”

Brainiac scratched his eyeballs, struggling to escape the wire connecting them, like a moth caught in a spider web: “Let me go!”

With a crackling sound of electricity, he finally broke free from his connection to Bruce, and before Brainiac could react, he heard a loud explosion on his ship.

“You… you used those Kryptonian technology structures to detonate my ammunition depot… but that doesn’t prove that the Joker likes Batman!”

Brainiac’s speech was still a bit jumbled. He had never seen such mental pollution before. The Joker from a parallel universe had given him a little Gotham shock, giving Brainiac a harsh lesson.

This kind of chaotic thinking was also why Bruce didn’t like synchronizing with him.

Bruce deactivated Jokerman’s synchronization, turned to the bald head possessed by the robot and said:

“Lex Luthor, we should go, you’ve already stolen enough data. When Brainiac comes to his senses, we won’t be able to leave even if we want to.”

Luthor seemed reluctant.

“Now, can we…”

“Don’t even think about it,” Bruce shook his head: “It was just an initial kill. That chaotic thinking can only distract Brainiac. It’s not enough to completely control him. It’s not enough to destroy his kingdom. We need more real, tangible power.”

He said: “You’re going to escape or not, I’m leaving. I don’t want to face Brainiac’s wrath after messing him up like this.”

Then Luthor saw Batman lie down on the ground decisively, directly disconnecting from the pile of nano-robots.

Luthor, possessed by the robot, wanted to say something, but turned to meet the enraged gaze of Brainiac.

“Lex Luthor, this is all your fault!”

Luthor: “?”

You’re messed up by him, what does that have to do with me?

“You dare to pull out such a low-level card. Do you really think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?”

No, that was all Batman’s doing, right?

Luthor immediately wanted to disconnect, but Brainiac’s powerful mental shock had already arrived.

Bang!

The robot, rendered powerless, collapsed onto the ground, shattered into pieces by the telekinetic force. And Luthor’s consciousness disappeared within Brainiac’s ship.

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“Aaaaaah!” The purple-haired telekinetic, Black, screamed loudly, blood flowing from all seven orifices.

He sat under a giant mechanical computer, with tubes sucking at his forehead. Luthor, who had just come down from a nearby seat, hurried over and pulled away all the tubes.

The huge computer groaned and burst into flames with a boom. Luthor quickly grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed a large cloud of white mist at the flames.

Then he looked at the unconscious purple-haired Black with some lingering fear, checking for a pulse.

“He’s not dead, thankfully. It seems he didn’t turn into an idiot either. It’s a good thing he’s a level 10 telekinetic. A normal person would probably die instantly from a dose of Brainiac’s mental shock.”

Luthor had no qualms about using the other guy as a sacrificial lamb. That’s right, how could someone like Luthor actually put himself in a dangerous situation?

After all, summoning Batman was just a backup plan. In reality, even if Brainiac directly annihilated the little bit of consciousness that he was possessing, the unlucky one would be the purple-haired Black who was tricked into helping, not him, the high-quality human, Lex Luthor.

“In any case…” Luthor’s lips curled into a slow smile: “Brainiac’s technology is now mine!”

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Rudy Jones felt hungry.

Oddly, since he’d eaten a few of his former colleagues, that feeling of hunger hadn’t subsided.

It’s not enough, it’s just not enough.

He desperately needed more energy, more food.

He looked up and saw the news on the restaurant’s TV screen: the Kryptonian deputy officer had been captured by the military.

Rudy licked his lips and left the restaurant.

Leaving behind only a pile of restaurant diners and chefs, turned into corpses.

(End of Chapter)

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