The N-metal batrang, which he had captured from the Laughing Bat, had a wider wingspan, which made it look like a black ruler with sharper edges and blood grooves.The most important thing is that it is poisonous, something called the Laughing Virus, after Batman was tricked before, he was trapped on the edge of madness for a long time, so that he had to rely on Enzo Batman to come out and clean up the mess.As for stabbing a nightmare in a dream, whether the poison will take effect, Batman didn't think about it that much, anyway, wouldn't he know if he tried it?
Nightmare, who had been stabbed to the ground, was stunned for a moment, his clown-like face was full of surprise, but compared to the real clown, the pale face was too unnatural, not at all the kind of skin color that had been whitened by chemical drugs, and he couldn't see the slightest pores.The creature had no pores, it didn't even breathe, it was just part of a nightmare, a puddle of mud."
Huh?
Yes!
”The clown-shaped nightmare's eyes widened and it looked down at its belly again, and it seemed to laugh uncontrollably: "Haha?
Hahahaha!
What is it?
Why is it so ridiculous?!
”It's ridiculous, if you know why it's so ridiculous, then the laughing bat won't go crazy.It is the ecstasy without reason that makes people cranky, which leads to madness, which is a manifestation of an out-of-control will.Batman pulled out the batrang and pulled away, without even looking at the fake again, he turned around and left, and the nightmare that fell to the ground with a soft smile lost its combat effectiveness, don't worry about this.He had determined that this nightmare could not have come from the Joker's dream, it was too normal.The Joker does negotiate terms with people, but he always likes to put people in a dilemma and play with human nature, and instead of this, this nightmare doesn't give people any sense of oppression, and even the hairs on his body can't stand up automatically when he gets close to it.I just don't feel that way, you know?
As for what will happen to this fake infected with the Laughing Virus?
Batman doesn't care, this is a dream for insomniacs, and even if this nightmare goes crazy, it will inevitably deal with the owner of this place first.If it dies, it doesn't even have to be a big deal.Now the Dark Knight still has to find Insomnia, that enemy is the key person who can decide the direction of this war, perhaps, if necessary, some more drastic means and plans can be used.What did the man named Christopher Lucas see in this forest-like nightmare that he didn't even dare to sleep anymore and suffered from insomnia?
And after being forced into a long sleep due to medical malpractice, what drove him crazy in this nightmare?
What caused him to hatch 'insomnia'?
Probably sorting out the clues in his mind, Batman continued to walk through the forest with a blank face, although Dream was not his home field, but the large shadows and darkness cast by the trees and vines made him a little more familiar with this place.At this time, the nightmare behind him was still laughing wildly, but there was a murmuring sound in front of him, as if something was rubbing against the leaves and branches, and it seemed like something was walking quickly.Batman thought for a moment, then quickly followed, his black cloak fluttering and swaying like real wings.It was much farther than he had imagined, as if the voice was drawing him into the distance, perhaps a trap, but it was too early to see the mystery.The leaves of the trees in the forest are dry, without a trace of dew, and this is not the same as most nightmares.According to Batman's research, people don't hate dry plants so much that they tend to have a fear of sticky, soggy plants.There is no definite reason for this, but it is likely that the fear of rainforests in ancient humans was perpetuated by blood and DNA as a biological instinct.This dry forest is not intimidating, on the contrary, there is a bit of quiet comfort, of course, these are not in Batman's consideration, he just wants to find clues and piece together the traces of insomnia.The path in the forest was very narrow, and from time to time there were raised aerial roots or dead branches on the ground, and the dry leaves rustled under the feet, but there was always a sense of unreality, like someone was playing these sounds in their ears, but they weren't real.But when he turned left and right on the forest path for a while, it suddenly became clear to him that a square clearing appeared in the woods, and in the clearing there was a house.It's the kind of house that is very common in the United States, a small two-story wooden building, and there are colorful flags hanging on the flagpole outside the windows on the second floor, a rare red in green hell.Batman stopped, he stood on the edge of the clearing and observed, hiding in the shadows of the trees.A car, an 82-year-old Ford Horse, suddenly appeared at one end of the clearing, and the road sped from under the car to the door of the hut, and the driver of the car seemed to be in his heart, and the car was back in front of the house at a fast speed.A man got out of the car, about 1.8 meters tall, with strong muscles, wearing a checkered shirt and gray-stained jeans, a collar under the long hair of a golden shawl, and hoarfrost formed after sweat stains dried.The identity was confirmed to be Christopher Lucas, who used to be an ordinary construction worker in Gotham, although he also did some small things when he was young, but he was already a good person in this dark city.He didn't seem to notice Batman under the tree not far away, but after getting out of the car, he reached into the back seat, took out a cake box with a diameter of about thirty centimeters, and happily walked through the courtyard in front of the house towards the house.Because of Harley's passion for making and tasting cakes, Batman did some research into her hobby.If the story in front of us had taken place more than 20 years ago, the weight of the cake would have been estimated by the force of the ribbon on the outside of the box, and the average price of the brand, the cake would have been worth about $80 to $90.In Gotham, the wages of blue-collar workers were not low, especially construction workers who built skyscrapers, and in those days, the weekly salary should have been around $400.spent a day's salary and bought a cake, but did not buy flowers and wine, so this day is most likely not her wife's birthday, but his child, most of the cake is spent, and there is no shortage of money to buy flowers and wine, just because it is not necessary.Batman could probably guess what was going to happen next, so he just stood silently under the tree and looked at the entrance to the house, where Christopher had just pulled out the key to open the door when the door opened from the inside.A red-haired woman came out with three children, first took his cake, then hugged and kissed him, and the children ran over and hugged his legs, and everyone laughed very happily.The Dark Knight not far away was expressionless, but perhaps a little envious, because his children had never given him a birthday party, and the time everyone was kidnapped by the Joker to the table did not count.