What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 127

## Chapter 125: Batman: Bullet Train (Wuwuwu, please keep reading)

Rudy Jones was running.

Parasites were such weak creatures: Once they couldn’t absorb enough energy, they’d immediately weaken.

That bizarre mud creature was a natural counter to him. He now understood that there were no living people in the whole town, only the mud monster’s transformations.

Damn it.

What a horror wax museum!

Rudy Jones ran on all fours, feeling like he was starving back to his primitive state.

I can’t run anymore…

He turned his head: dozens of bizarre, giant mud creatures with crooked mouths and slanted eyes chased after him, “Catch that monster!”

You’re the monster!

Rudy Jones turned and ran.

Running, he suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Wait!

What is that? How did I get here? It smells so good!

Rudy Jones looked up in a daze, his gaze instantly crossing several kilometers, seeing a convoy on the parallel highway not far away, moving in an orderly manner, as if they were escorting something.

He immediately turned his head and ran towards it.

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Looking at General Zod, who was brought back with a sour face, Bruce Wayne anxiously sniffed around him, left and right, but still nothing happened.

General Zod shuddered at his sniffing: “What are you doing?”

Bruce Wayne’s face broke into a friendly smile again: “See, I’m just messing with you.”

He forcibly pulled the two staggering men up from the ground: “I really wanted to let you go.”

General Zod looked at him suspiciously.

Bruce Wayne raised three fingers and swore: “If I’m lying to you, may my parents become green plant zombies, hopping around on the operating table to be dissected!”

Dozens of kilometers away, Poison Ivy finally managed to hold her two hopping parents down on the operating table.

“And they can’t be dissected, you have to wear a welding mask and use a drill!”

Poison Ivy put on a welding mask, pulled out a drill, and drilled it into Martha’s neck, sawdust flying everywhere. She grumbled, “Damn it, what’s going on? These two zombies’ necks are getting harder and harder!”

“What do you want to do?”

Clark quietly moved next to Bruce Wayne and asked, “To be honest, my super brain doesn’t understand what’s going on right now.”

“A way for me to become stronger.” Bruce Wayne told him, “Just listen to me for now.”

The two looked at each other for a while.

Finally, the farm boy scratched his head: “Okay, but don’t waste too much time.”

Bruce Wayne turned and lamented with a look of pain and remorse:

“Father and Mother, understand? Oh, the orthodox Kryptonians should be genetically engineered people synthesized from law codes, and they don’t have parents either… Parents are the closest people in the world. I’m sincere, I can’t lie to you. I was just kidding with you.”

General Zod recalled Superman’s attitude after he thought he killed the old woman on Earth, and reluctantly believed him.

So, when General Zod was brought back for the second time by Clark Kent, like a chick being held by a hand, his face turned into a mixture of liver color and green.

“Kal-El! You actually listen to this Earthling like a servant, helping him to play tricks on your fellow countrymen?!”

Superman nodded sincerely, “Yes, that’s right.”

Zod was even angrier.

Bruce Wayne immediately rushed forward to explain.

A few minutes later, Zod was brought back for the third time.

He acted like a sluggish Down’s syndrome patient. But this outward characteristic immediately turned into rage after Bruce Wayne slapped him.

Continue.

For the fourth time, Zod tried to escape by spitting Kryptonite phlegm at Clark, but received a big slap of apology.

For the fifth time, Zod finally collapsed on the ground. He took off his armor and refused to run anymore.

[Warning! Warning! Anchoring object detected!]

[Acquired: General Zod’s armor]

[Introduction: The last general of the ambitious Krypton arrives on Earth, but suffers an unprecedented defeat here.

After being subjected to inhuman torture by his enemies, the arrogant general finally gives up resistance. Along with his surrender, comes his determination to escape here. You may be able to use it to summon a Batman from another parallel universe.]

[However, will the being summoned because of the determination to give up something be something orthodox and correct?]

[“I give up, I’m not playing anymore.”]

[Crisis energy converted: 217]

[Your current Crisis energy units: 325]

[Warning, downloading the targetable Batman file.]

[Bullet Train Bat]

[Danger Level: B]

[Kal-El’s spaceship landed in Gotham, becoming Bruce Wayne of this world. Twenty years after his parents were murdered in Crime Alley, he was told the truth of his origins and became Batman.

He defeated the Joker, who was a manifestation of Lex Luthor, and because Batman represented darkness and fear in Gotham, he began to become Superman, representing hope and light in Metropolis.]

Whew…

Does this universe’s Bruce Wayne act as Superman during the day and Batman at night? Doesn’t he need to sleep?

Apparently, he doesn’t.

Bruce Wayne gave a thumbs up in his heart. Good idea, he was still thinking about how to convince Superman to take over his job, now even the standard operating procedure is posted for him.

[Do you want to synchronize immediately with 160 Crisis energy units?]

[Warning! Warning! This parallel universe’s Batman is too powerful and will severely damage Batman’s morality and reduce Batman’s sanity to the extreme!]

[Warning warning, detected Batman’s danger level as: F]

[At Batman’s current level, he is not capable of bearing the pollution of a B-level dangerous Batman!]

[Initiating protocol mandatory protection strategy: Overcharge Protection]

[Batman #52, the protocol will automatically protect your sanity from being damaged. At your current danger level, you can only synchronize with “Bullet Train Bat” for a maximum of ten minutes.]

Bruce Wayne stood up straight.

“Superman, didn’t you decide to banish Zod and the others to the Phantom Zone?”

“Yes,” Clark said.

Bruce Wayne glanced at the soldiers nearby.

“Then why don’t you take them to the Fortress of Solitude and lock them up? Staying here will only cause more trouble.”

Clark said, “Then that monster…”

“It’s Doomsday.”

Bruce Wayne told him, “I’ll take care of it.”

Clark had guessed what Bruce Wayne would do, but didn’t know exactly what.

Bruce Wayne slowly stretched out his hand.

He sighed.

“It’s ridiculous. Doomsday…”

Silver particles swirled from his feet, dyeing the black Batman cape blue.

“I hate this kind of unplanned stuff.”

Bruce Wayne walked out of the tent, his voice muffled and heavy: “Bring the device that can banish enemies into the Phantom Zone from the Fortress of Solitude. We might not be able to kill Doomsday. Be prepared for the last, worst case scenario.”

Silver particles wandered and stayed on his body, wrapping around his buttocks and chin, transforming him into another form.

Soon, a Batman in a deep blue bodysuit replaced the original black Batman, the bat symbol still on his chest, but his mask completely covered his head, only leaving his eyes exposed.

Clark saw him levitating, using the exact same bio-field – which made the small town boy immediately panic.

Okay, the main reason why he panicked was because the other guy’s full-face mask was so unique, he accidentally used his x-ray vision, and under the mask, he found a face identical to his own.

!!!

This makes sense, actually. Bruce Wayne in the Bullet Train universe is actually Kal-El who was adopted, how could his face be different?

But this caused great confusion for our poor Clark Kent.

“What are you still doing there in a daze?”

Bruce Wayne asked him.

Clark was slightly yelled at, he grunted and took off, lifting the two Kryptonians one by one, flying away.

Bruce Wayne flew into the air, he made a phone call.

He didn’t think about fighting Doomsday alone. He was going to call Mudface to help, and Lex Luthor couldn’t be idle either.

But Mudface’s words surprised him.

Parasite attacked the convoy escorting the female Kryptonian, Fiora, drained her dry, and is now chasing after Mudface.

Shouldn’t we invite our lovely Parasite to have a feast?

So, Bruce Wayne immediately changed direction and flew towards Mudface’s location.

Of course, he also took out the Bat Communicator and called Lex Luthor.

How could Lex Luthor not contribute to this kind of thing?

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Let’s shift our perspective to Lex Luthor’s side.

His situation didn’t seem good.

The purple-haired Black just blocked a psychic attack from Brainiac for Lex Luthor, he got rid of the giant computer, covered in foam and blood, collapsing on the ground.

Just when Luthor was proud of himself and thought he was the victor, he suddenly felt a headache, and Brainiac’s voice rang in his mind.

“Lex Luthor, do you really think you’re going to get away with it?”

Luthor was startled. He quickly covered his head.

“How are you in my head… Brainiac?”

While performing the act of surprise and saying this obvious question, he immediately rushed to the wall in three steps, pressed a button on the smooth wall.

As the wall flipped, another giant mechanical computer appeared behind the wall.

Luthor manipulated it for a while, and dozens of densely packed mechanical tentacles sucked onto his bald head.

But even though he acted quickly in this series of movements, he was still restricted by his human body, and it still took 10 seconds.

“Relax, relax, Lex, if I wanted to control you, I would have done it long ago, but I can’t. There’s no need to be so nervous.”

Luthor scoffed at his words.

The brain under his bald head kept thinking about what he had missed and how Brainiac managed to do this.

“It’s just some small propagative pheromone isotopic resonance, and it doesn’t allow me to control you or do anything to you, Lex. To be honest, I just want to talk to you.”

Brainiac sat in his skeletal spaceship throne in the depths of space, his fingers interlaced, his face showing a curious expression: “By the way, your human body language and expressions are very interesting. I’ve been imitating them lately.”

“Just say what you want to say.”

Lex Luthor talked to stabilize Brainiac while constantly operating the giant mechanical computer, trying to figure out how Brainiac implanted this in his mind.

He had been careful, careful, careful, but still fell for the other guy’s trick.

But he quickly realized that Brainiac was not lying, this was not some kind of mind control or intracranial interference, but a pure voice amplifier. Maybe the technology used was complex, but the form of expression was as simple as two paper cups connected by a cotton string to amplify sound.

If he wanted to, he could cut off the communication at any time.

So, he gave up the seemingly ridiculous self-checking behavior, sat down, and a hidden chair immediately floated up from the ground to let him sit down: “What’s the matter, Brainiac?”

“I noticed the person on your planet who calls himself Batman and the Kryptonian – you call him Superman, right?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I mean, I can’t imagine how you could ignore the threat of Superman.”

The words slightly touched Lex Luthor, but the other guy was clearly not an idiot, his face darkened:

“You are the public enemy of the entire Earth. The Earth will never become a collection in your collection room. And so far, Superman can be an asset to Earthlings.

This kind of low-level sabotage is something even kindergarten kids would use. Brainiac, if you’re going to say this nonsense, stop right there. Do you think I’ll listen to you, like a fool, rush over and fight Superman, letting you reap the benefits?”

But he didn’t hang up the “phone”. Reason is reason, sentiment is sentiment, Brainiac knew what was going on in his mind.

“Essentially, whether you call him Superman or Grandma’s Peach Tea, he’s essentially an alien, not a human, like me.”

Brainiac said, “I guess you’ve already studied Superman inside and out, right? As long as he absorbs sunlight, he can be charged up, like a big battery.”

The green alien even imitated the tone of Superman’s admirers in a tsk-tsk-tsk manner, deliberately stimulating the bald man’s nerves:

“My God, have you seen him? His energy can be inexhaustible. And I can tell you very clearly, based on my years of dissecting Kryptonians, their intelligence is not low, at least far surpassing Earthlings. After discovering Superman on Earth, I also experimented with Kryptonian cells. Kryptonians’ lifespan on Earth is almost unlimited –

“As long as he’s not stupid enough to let Doomsday pierce his heart, or eat Kryptonite, he’s bound to live a long time, at least longer than all the human leaders.”

Brainiac concluded: “So, as long as he stays on Earth long enough, he will inevitably, in terms of intelligence, energy, experience, lifespan, and morality, gradually and thoroughly crush all other humans, using a dimensional strike to completely overwhelm all Earthlings.

And please note, this crushing is not for a moment, not for a year, but forever. Not to mention his fist that can defeat everything. He’s not an arrogant pseudo-god, this is his true nature.”

“Then the question is, what’s the difference between Superman and me?”

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(End of chapter)

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