What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 73
by admin## Chapter 73: Slaughter
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“Fine, you’ve completely exhausted my last shred of patience for you.”
Even through the mask, one could sense the sudden darkening of the Court of Owls member’s expression.
“Alright, let me teach you something.”
Looking at the talons gathering around him, Bane cracked his knuckles.
Drop by drop, venom flowed from the tubes on his back into his body, making him grow bigger and more imposing.
“You, my dear friends. You’re going to learn two things firsthand.”
He held up one finger.
“First, being Bane is not just about my venom.”
The talons lunging at him were crushed by his single hand, his immense strength embedding his fingers into their skulls. The once arrogant muscle-bound talons seemed incredibly weak in front of Bane.
Bane grabbed one talon assassin by the ankle and swung him around in the air, slamming him against the ground. One, two times, he was like a plastic hammer hitting a whack-a-mole game.
“You—”
Bang!
“Stop—”
Bang!
“Hand—”
Bang!
The talon assassin lay on his back in a starfish position, his bulging muscles twisted, like ropes that had been wrung out, sickeningly and grotesquely curled on his body.
Bane kicked him, and the assassin flew across the floor, landing like a piece of trash, motionless.
“Good work!” Killer Croc jumped up. “That’s how you do it!”
He excitedly pointed at Bane’s two strikes. “That’s how he beat me up!”
The Penguin rolled his eyes.
Bruce Wayne immediately used his nanobots to swarm the area. The cracked skull of the talon provided an easy entry point, and the black sand quickly seeped in.
“Second, if it was I who bestowed upon you the power of venom, then by what right do you think you can use that power against me?”
The talon assassin’s steel blade shattered against Bane’s tense skin, and Bane choked him by the throat.
“Do you feel it? That’s the taste of remaining hope gradually seeping out of your bodies and your war!”
“God, what’s going on?” Lincoln March muttered under his breath.
This time he saw it clearly.
The talon assassin’s mask had been knocked off, and Lincoln March saw in his pupils the talon, as it approached Bane, transform from a gray-blue face to a rotting and stinking one, with bulging muscles withering instantly.
The Court of Owls member could no longer maintain his composure as a behind-the-scenes mastermind. He stood up from his seat.
“What do we do, Court?” Lincoln March asked the communicator. “What are you going to do?”
“You bunch of laughable skeletons who should have died long ago! Let me teach you… to violate the laws of nature is to be punished, and in this world, nothing is truly immortal.”
“Soon,” Bane said.
“When your blood betrays you, when your bodies betray you…”
Bane casually tossed a withered talon onto the ground. Deprived of his strong physique, he let out a desperate scream before he touched the ground.
The immense pain was unbearable even for the undead. He gasped, straightening his body, like a fish stranded on the surface of the ocean, about to drown.
Bane’s voice followed close behind:
“The remaining potion will ensure that your bodies are tormented by agony, and this kind of pain is an old friend I’ve known for a long time. But unlike you, I have the strength and will to overcome it!”
The Joker jumped up laughing madly, “Want to see a magic trick?”
He straddled the head of a talon assassin, his blade plunging into the talon’s eyes. “Ta-da! Witness the true magic of opening your eyes to the world being pure black!”
“It doesn’t matter! Go all out!” the Court of Owls member immediately commanded. “Let those ordinary talons who haven’t been modified yet take action!”
He berated Lincoln March, “Take them! Take everyone! Tear these fools apart who dare to mock us!”
Lincoln March felt mixed emotions. The Court had never suffered such a loss, and it was obvious that the other side now viewed him as the temporary leader of this talon legion—
Perhaps this was the moment he was most trusted by the Court, but it was under external pressure. This made Lincoln March want to laugh a little.
He whistled.
Rustle…
Deadshot shuddered. He raised his gun and stood back-to-back with Cheshire Cat.
“Uh… I think that might not be a good idea.”
Killer Croc said.
More and more ordinary talons emerged from the surrounding hiding spots, flooding the battlefield like a tide…
There were too many, densely packed, heads everywhere.
Poison Ivy groaned, “God.”
The Court of Owls member’s voice returned to its arrogant and stinking tone.
“Alright, we have to admit that maybe they do have something beyond the Court’s expectations. But that’s where it ends. We have more people, this is a battle of absolute force.”
His voice gradually calmed down.
“It’s now triple digits against single digits.”
“Is it?”
The Court of Owls member froze.
He looked at Bruce Wayne.
Click.
Mr. Freeze slowly stood up from the ground. His armor gradually changed from red to sea blue over the next two seconds. He let out a breath, and frost condensed on the ground, reflecting Victor’s indifferent eyes.
“What happened?”
Scarecrow said, “Victor?”
Mr. Freeze ignored him.
Next to stand up was Clayface. The mud finally reformed and solidified into a body, the giant mud monster stood there expressionlessly, like a wax statue.
Firefly crawled up.
This villain who specialized in using flames stood up like a zombie, his left foot bent backwards, then he pulled his half-body, the black mist in the air condensed into a hand, supporting him from behind.
Then came the next, the next…
One by one, the Arkham villains slowly climbed back up from the ground.
They were expressionless, standing there, one by one.
Scarecrow felt like his heart had been grabbed by something invisible.
“What the hell is going on?”
The Penguin muttered under his breath, “It’s not scientific.”
His gaze lingered on his Arkham colleagues, then he turned to Batman, “How did you control them?”
“Just some of the Mad Hatter’s little tricks,” Bruce Wayne answered him.
He rubbed his fingers. Lucius was always a versatile scientist. While he couldn’t understand in a short time how the Mad Hatter, a master of the neurological field, created those mind-control hats, just as a shipbuilder couldn’t understand the principles of a car in a short time.
But if it was just simple borrowing and plagiarism, manufacturing some control chips without knowing the whys and hows was no problem.
“So, in short.”
Bruce Wayne exhaled. His body slowly disintegrated into black sand, making his lower body look like a walking black hole.
The Arkham criminals slowly followed behind him, surrounding him in the center, like subjects following their king.
The master of Gotham, the bat king surrounded by stars, grinned:
“Ready for a massacre?”
“Roar!!!”
The Arkham villains, controlled by chips, opened their mouths and let out a chaotic roar!
(End)
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