What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 59

## Chapter 59: Undying

Gotham.

A secluded hideout of the Court of Owls welcomed an unexpected guest.

It was a spacious plaza resembling a Roman Colosseum. A slave auction seemed to be underway, defying imagination that such naked human trafficking could occur in a civilized world.

The place was bustling with noise and revelry. Men and women wearing white owl masks roared and screamed hysterically, shedding their civilized facades and indulging in their dark desires and raw lust.

Bane was the one who barged in at this moment.

As he tossed a claw-like figure with twisted limbs into the center of the plaza, the extravagant feast was interrupted. The masked, well-dressed elites gradually ceased their boisterous chatter.

“Wow, looks like our party has a new guest! Let him in! Claws!”

Bane lowered his head and slowly passed by a few Claws armed with blades.

Their blades didn’t falter as Bane walked by, seeming to deliberately aim for a long gash on his body, a small display of intimidation for the man before them.

But they couldn’t achieve it.

The sharp blades ripped through Bane’s clothes, failing to leave even a white mark on his body forged from steel. The Claws felt as if they were slicing through resilient rubber tires.

Bane stepped out of the Colosseum’s entrance, like a gladiator entering the Roman arena. He slowly walked towards the center of the arena under everyone’s gaze.

A Court of Owls member sitting at the highest point gestured to the Claws, causing the live merchandise being auctioned to be pulled away.

They cried out to Bane loudly, but only met with whips and beatings, failing to move the burly man in the slightest.

The Court member seemed pleased with Bane’s non-interference. He lowered his head slightly and pulled the microphone closer.

“Bane, you once refused our kindness. Now, you have the nerve to show your face before us?”

His voice, amplified by the sound system, was loud and powerful. All the Court of Owls members in the arena stared at Bane. All of them wore white owl masks, creating a strangely eerie scene.

Bane’s gaze lingered on a masked little girl, who, as if sensing the burly man’s stare, buried her head in her parents’ arms.

“And…how did you find me…?”

The man wearing a white owl beak mask hadn’t finished his sentence when he was captivated by the locator Bane held up.

A red dot flickered on it.

“When did you plant…?”

The man with the white owl beak mask spoke halfway and suddenly realized. He looked at a Claw standing quietly beside him.

“Cut him open.”

Following the man’s sharp order, the surrounding Claws acted immediately. The claw was quickly dismembered.

Soon, they discovered a tiny locator in its neck.

The leading Court of Owls member slowly clapped.

“Impressive,” he said. “Sharp observation skills. Most people would believe that someone who had their head twisted off was dead. But you would leave a locator in the corpse.”

The Court member sighed in frustration. “Damn it, you outsmarted us. We are a secret organization. Tell us, what are you going to do now that you’ve found us?”

“I’m here to seek cooperation,” Bane replied. “I’m here to request Amber Gold.”

The word made the Court member on the platform pause.

“Where did you hear… never mind, it’s not important.”

He gave a quick order. “Claws! Kill the intruder!”

He held the microphone and turned to the other members. “I apologize, ladies and gentlemen, the party’s over. We need to…”

“I need to receive the Amber Gold implant. And in exchange, after I defeat Batman, seize this city, and die of old age, I’m willing to let my body become a Claw of the Court of Owls. This is my condition.”

Bane stated.

The man on the platform with the white owl mask stopped his action.

Bane ripped apart the fabric on his arm, revealing tiny plants, resembling vines and green grass, growing directly on his flesh. This sight would make any biologist question their own eyes.

Even more eye-catching was the other half of his body: in complete contrast to the grass-covered side, it presented an unhealthy pale blue.

The man with the white owl mask was familiar with this color, the dark veins hidden under the pale blue skin, a condition only the dead possessed. The Claws of the Court of Owls were basically all in this state.

“Try to attack him.”

As soon as his order was given, the Claw next to Bane immediately swung its knife towards him.

Bane didn’t even bother to dodge.

Under the Claw assassin’s full-fledged stabbing attack, his skin was broken, and the blade penetrated a little.

The Claw assassin slowly retracted the knife, but no blood flowed out, as if it had pierced into a stack of hard leather armor.

“Amazing, Bane, something has happened to you that we don’t know,” the man with the white owl mask said slowly.

His attitude changed. “Perhaps we can talk.”

“Indeed,” Bane replied. He returned a punch, smashing the head of the Claw assassin who had just stabbed him into his chest, then watched as the assassin pulled his head out and reinstalled it back onto his spine.

He said: “I am also interested in immortality. We’ll cooperate happily.”

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Bruce Wayne stood in the Batcave’s Batman-exclusive training ground.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and silently activated the Alfred Protocol.

【Synchronized: Broken Bat】

【Your current Crisis Energy units: 84】

Cells were boiling, silver particles entangled on his body… and then turned black.

“Humph!”

Bruce Wayne let out a muffled grunt, his half-body exploded into black nanobots, piercing through all the training robots in front of him in an instant!

Zzzt!

The nanobots turned into sharp steel blades, instantly severing the robots in half!

However, it was not his attack that made Bruce Wayne grunt…

The negative memories of Broken Bat were assaulting him. Compared to Bat-Bane or the Batmobile, these negative emotions were simply not on the same level.

Bruce Wayne thought silently, but even with such a massive influx of negative emotions, he could still think clearly.

“This isn’t enough to conquer me,”

Bruce Wayne looked at his hands, “but it’s enough to disrupt me from synchronizing other Batmen simultaneously.”

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