Duke stood in front of the window and watched what the clown was doing.
Quezel walked up behind Duke: "Boss, what are you looking at" "I'm thinking about one thing, isn't it strange that Batman didn't resist the Joker's personality invasion, and the Joker didn't resist his personality rendering, it stands to reason that there is always someone who has to lose."
"You're saying someone lied" "Who knows" Wayne Manor The butler Alfred pushed the dining cart into the bedroom, he was in a good mood today, and Master Wayne, who had been in a coma for two days, finally woke up.
Although the request to eat strawberry sundaes as soon as he woke up was a bit strange, the intake of sugar was good for his body, and he gladly agreed.
In the luxuriously decorated bedroom, Wayne lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, deep in thought, only to realize that at some point, his little finger was inserted into his nostrils.
"It's not a clown's style, what the hell did he stuff in my head," Wayne said, feeling a little itchy on the soles of his feet, and couldn't help but buckle them.
So, when Alfred pushed the door in, he saw something like this.
The old man of his family first picked his feet, then clasped his nostrils with his feet-picking hands, and then he picked his feet again Alfred: "" Who I am, where I am, what happened "Ah Fu, you're here, just in time to give me the sundae."
Wayne was silent, put down his hand, and returned to his usual rigorous style.
"Sir, you're alright," Alfred said with concern.
Ever since that night, when the Joker sent the unconscious Wayne home, Alfred couldn't eat or sleep because his grandfather was not dressed at the time.
Fortunately, now that Wayne has woken up and looks good, he is a little relieved.
"To be honest, I've never had this good time, so you don't have to worry."
Wayne replied that it would have been more convincing if he hadn't dug into the sundae with a big spoon.
"Sir, I think it's necessary for you to have a physical examination."
The thought of the Joker's tactics made Alfred shudder.
"That's what I mean."
Wayne stopped taking sugar and was unconscious for two days, but he didn't feel any discomfort, but felt his strength explode.
This is not the reaction of a normal person Bat Cave Wayne stood in the middle of a pile of sandbags without red breath, iron sand flowed out of the tattered sandbags, Wayne picked up a grain of iron sand, rubbed his thumb and forefinger lightly, and the iron sand turned into plasticine.
Wayne's face remained unchanged, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he turned and walked to the grotto wall and punched him hard.
The fierce fist roared, and the hard stone wall was pierced like tofu, and half of his arm was buried deep in.
Bang la blah Wayne pulled out his arm and looked at the skin cut by the sharp gravel, which healed automatically in a matter of seconds, leaving not even a single scar, and the shock in his heart was incomprehensible.
He remembered what Duke had said to him at the time, that there were not many enemies who could make him make a battle plan, and he didn't think about it at the time, but now he understood the deep meaning of these words.
"Master, I think you should take a look at these, there are data about your body now."
Alfred hurried over, a stack of papers in his hand, his words full of disbelief.
Wayne looked at the document in front of him, raised his hand and put it down, and took it three times in a row before taking it and reading it.
Looking at this, even he, who has always been calm, couldn't help but smack his tongue again and again.
On the basis of the original, strength, agility, acuity, and physique have improved by leaps and bounds, surpassing the limits of human beings and reaching the realm of inhumanism.
The data of the bench press, the data of the sprint sprint, etc., all broke the world record by a large margin, and even some non-human heroes and villains could not do this.
Wayne knew that some data could not be measured by a machine, just like his senses and mind, his thoughts were so clear that he could memorize pi backwards.
And there is also recovery ability and endurance, and the whole body is constantly pouring out of strength, and it feels like it is alive and kicking without eating or drinking for ten days.
To put it bluntly, now he beats a hundred of himself like playing.
Wayne put down the file and asked his most trusted butler solemnly: "Ah Fu, am I still human?"
"Of course, in theory, you've evolved" Wayne didn't speak, and looked up at the various equipment around the Batcave, how pale and powerless the Bat Suit, Batchariot, Grappling Gun, and Cable Launcher were the most trusted props in the past.
"Sir, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, really" Wayne exhaled heavily, the persistence in his eyes even stronger.
"But you seem to have a lot on your mind, don't you want me to do a counseling session for you."
"It's okay, men and dogs, if you don't see each other for three or two days, they will change a lot," Wayne subconsciously replied.
"Uh, what are you talking about" Alfred looked confused.
Wayne was also confused, what was going on with this line, why did he say it so skillfully "I mean I'm hungry, Ah Fu, make me something to eat."
"What do you want to eat?"
"Chocolate sundae, milk should be strawberry flavored, in fact, as long as it's sweet, I think not ingesting sugar will become very anxious Ah Fu, why do you think of me like this" "Master, eating too many sweets is not good for your health," Alfred twitched at the corner of his eye.
"It's okay, I've decided to eat what I like and live a short life."
"Sir, are you serious?"
"Of course" Wayne said as a matter of course, his face changed suddenly when the words fell, he shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "Ah Fu, I need a psychological counseling, no, it's psychological treatment" "You're right, we'd better start now."
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Alfred called it bad, his own master played a playboy during the day and a bat at night, and finally became schizophrenic.
"By the way, there's one more thing."
"You say" "How is Gotham in the past two days, I mean Joker, is there any news of him in the past two days?"
"I'm sorry, maybe the Joker is hiding too much, there is no news about him, the night in Gotham has been the same for the past two days," Alfred thought as he said, "If anything, it's probably south of Gotham City, which has been a rare quiet night these two nights."
But you know, it's obviously not about the Joker, if he's in the south, I don't know what the mess is going to happen there."
Wayne nodded, deciding to take a look at the South Side tonight.
At this time, in the south of Gotham, the steel jungle with high-rise buildings towering, there are always one or two stains on the city.
Dark and smelly gutters, low, dilapidated bungalows, and chaotic slums are not only dirty on the surface, but also full of all kinds of ugliness in the dark.
An old factory warehouse, the door is welded shut, and the windows are sealed with iron sheets, like a prison isolated from the outside world.
Ten meters square, in the dimly lit room, six fierce men with various tattoos woke up from their coma one by one.
They have black and white skin, tall and thin, but they all have one thing in common, and that is that their photos are hung at the Gotham Police Station and they are offered a large bounty.
"Damn, where is this" As soon as the black man woke up, he was smoked by the musty smell of the house.
In the closed room, the roof is a flickering dark yellow light bulb, and the blackened toilets are separated by lattices, and the dirty mirrors are broken to the point that only half of them remain.
It can be seen that this is an old bathroom, and the floor and walls are disgusting stains, very dirty and smelly.
"Bastard, who gave you the guts to kidnap Lao Tzu, do you know who I am" The black man looked at the disgusting toilet bowl next to him, almost didn't throw it up, roared and stood up, and walked towards the dim toilet door.
As a result, he didn't take two steps when he heard the sound of chains colliding, and he fell to the ground with a snap.
The big black man looked down and saw that he was shackled to his ankles, and the chains had been locked around the thick sewer pipe behind the toilet.
In the toilet, the other five people were the same, each with a toilet and a chain.
The six people looked at each other, although they were all bold villains, but the situation in front of them was the first time they had seen each other. practical joke No, no one has the guts kidnapping and imprisoning the younger brother to rebel It's possible Rustle After a squeak, an old television set suddenly lit up on the wall opposite the six people, and the black and white picture sparkled with snowflakes.
The eerie picture made the scalps of the six people tingle, and then they saw even more terrifying characters appear.
Gotham's Nightmare Joker The clown sits on the screen in a suit, his hair meticulously combed into a large back, and hairspray is smeared.
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