Chapter 87 Imprisonment and Maniacal Laughter If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected will occur. ...
"But I don't care anymore, no matter why I failed..." The Laughing Bat reached into his robes, a signature move that instantly set off alarm bells for the players, prompting them to activate the Mother Box at maximum intensity.
Amidst piercing laughter and shrill gunshots, a transparent membrane, seemingly ethereal yet solid, appeared before all the members of the Bat Family present. Appearing soft and thin, it was in fact indestructible; the protective shield completely isolated them from the flames and smoke, leaving only the office walls tattered and fully damaged.
Disappointment and boredom were evident on the pale face of the laughing bat. After his attack failed, he regretfully lowered his gun and said listlessly, "Ha, I like you, Bruce. You're quite vigilant."
Almost the instant the gun was lowered, countless harpoons struck the Laughing Bat, and an electric current powerful enough to paralyze a tank erupted simultaneously. The Laughing Bat instantly lost its ability to move and slumped against the wall like a rag doll.
The player stalled for enough time, and Batman activated the traps in Wayne Tower. The two cooperated quite well in silence.
"Uh... I surrender. I don't think Batman's no-kill policy will do anything to me, right..." The Batman Who Laughs' tone rose, relaxed and composed.
Wen Yue walked to Kuang Xiao's side and answered his previous question: "Being vigilant is necessary. Your little tricks are only effective against your family who trust you completely."
In Earth-22 of the Dark Multiverse, the Batman in front of me, infected with the Joker's toxin, becomes the Laughing One. Under the pretext of robot simulation training, he exhausts the physical strength of all the Bat-family members, and then shoots them into sieves in front of their trusting eyes.
"You have many choices, but you choose to embrace the worst version of yourself, recklessly sinking into depravity and ruining all possibilities." The maniacal laugh doesn't deserve the trust of any member of the Bat-Family.
“You know me very well.” The Laughing Bat revealed a slightly serious expression.
“I don’t know you, I can’t understand you.” Wen Yue stared at the distorted, blood-like smile on the laughing armor, her eyelids slightly lowered, her expression cold and indifferent: “You lost to yourself.”
“No, no, no, I’ve never felt so good, so wonderful.” The Batman Who Laughs leaned forward, getting closer to the indifferent player in front of him, and said with an excited, morbid laugh, “After letting go of all the sadness, letting go of all the wrong ideas, at that moment… at this very moment, my will was finally free, and I became the person I was always meant to be, the real Batman of Gotham… the happiest Bruce Wayne in the world.”
"Think what you want, you're the worst Batman, you ruined everything."
The player's disregard for the Laughing Bat's unusually candid remarks deeply troubled him. However, the player had already shifted his attention, handing the helpless Laughing Bat over to the local Batman who arrived shortly afterward.
The raven, with its wings flapping, landed on Wen Yue's shoulder. With the pride of successfully completing its mission, it arrogantly cawed, "Caw!" Then, it stomped on the hard bat armor with dissatisfaction, its claws making a slight cracking sound against the armor.
The expert player got the idea: disarm the armor and retrieve the Mother Box.
The raven nodded contentedly and perched on Wen Yue, unusually quiet and docile; she could sense the player's heavy heart.
"Your information and messages are very timely," Batman thanked the player.
"You deserve credit too. Thank you for overcoming yourself and not turning into another maniacal laugh." The first meeting between the two Batmen was relatively harmonious.
The flowing, clean black robe accentuated his gentle demeanor, contrasting sharply with the player's pale face. His body, resurrected from the Mother Box, appeared to be recovering from a serious illness, and his long, drooping eyelashes were tinged with the golden light reflected from the window. At first glance, the priest the player portrayed appeared quite dignified, holy and inviolable.
“Never,” Batman said firmly. A person who abandons their faith can never overcome themselves.
Before Arkham Knight unleashed chaos, the Joker deliberately sought death, infecting Batman with a virus implanted in his body as he died. Batman's mind was gradually eroded by the Joker's illusions. During the final battle last night, when Scarecrow injected him with the fear-inducing agent, he confronted his inner demons, locking the Joker's illusions into a mental prison, preventing the viral illusions from interfering with him any longer.
The Maniac's plan to infect Batman with the Joker is doomed to failure, as it attempts to replicate the Maniac's path to creation. However, the toxin within Batman hasn't been completely eradicated, and once Batman's psychological weaknesses are exploited, he could very well return. To prevent this, he has prepared Plan Knightfall as a precaution, and research into an antidote for the Joker's toxin is still incomplete.
The player outsourcing project was a great success, and Batman once again saved Gotham.
but--
Robin King Laugh, without any resistance, willingly raised his hands and obediently allowed Batman to tie him up. Players could only say one thing about this scene: "It's all an act." The reason for this can be confirmed by the fact that Robin King Laugh never appeared from beginning to end.
"Whatever you're planning, it doesn't matter. Kuang Xiao, I accept your surrender." Wen Yue leaned down and looked directly at Kuang Xiao, who was sitting against the wall. "Now tell me, where did you take Nightwing?" Nightwing Dick from the Vampire King world is still missing.
Dick, dressed in Nightwing's uniform, raised an eyebrow and looked over with interest.
"Haha, which little bird are you talking about, Bruce? I've seen a lot of Dicks, and killed a lot of them." The Laughing Bat's gaze fell on Dick, who was not far away, with a meaningful look.
"You know which one I'm talking about, Kuangxiao. Give him back." Wen Yue had no interest in arguing with Kuangxiao.
"Impossible, because he's gone, hahahahahaha..." The laughing bat laughed so hard he could barely breathe.
"I know you're not lying, but you're deliberately being ambiguous. Now tell me everything clearly and explicitly, don't be vague." Wen Yue's sky-like eyes were completely filled with dazzling light, opening up a higher-dimensional perspective.
"He escaped, I don't know which universe he went to, but there's no beautiful world in the Dark Multiverse, he's probably just surviving in some hellish paradise, hehe." The Laughing Bat wasn't lying; he knew that players in this state could see through his lies.
Wen Yue's brows relaxed slightly, and his last words of maniacal laughter implied that Nightwing was definitely alive; his confident tone left no room for doubt.
"He's in your hands now, Batman." Having successfully completed his mission, things are bound to go wrong, and players need to prepare for possible follow-up measures.
Batman calmly nodded in agreement, then called out to Jason, who was walking out: "Jason..." After a moment of silence, he said, "Alfred misses you."
Wow, this Batman is exactly what stereotypes are supposed to be.
Wen Yue couldn't help but roll her eyes, looking at him with exasperation: "Dude, would it kill you to say I miss you?"
Jason continued walking, his voice cool as he said, "I'll go see Alfred later; this is none of your business."
"Wait for me, Jason." Wen Yue caught up with Jason, who was about to leave.
“Stay away from me, Bruce. You’ve been lying to me all along. It’s all a facade.” Jason’s tone was laced with a mocking coldness.
"What am I pretending for? What am I pretending for?" Wen Yue's natural performance was so unbelievable; players were just like that. She retorted sharply, "Don't deceive yourself. Don't you know whether I'm faking it or not? Tell me honestly, are you ashamed that I'm lowering the prestige of the Dark Knight?"
“You said your name is Jason Wyn,” Jason pointed out.
"My name is indeed Wen, I'm not lying to you about that. As for Jason, that's you. We're very harmonious with each other because we share the same name, we're a perfect match..." The player's verbal skills were second to none, changing the tone with a different interpretation.
“Speak properly.” Jason was somewhat at a loss when faced with this unusual player-bat.
Wen Yue beamed: "I'm not lying, you were all I could think about at the time..."
The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance.
Sunset does not necessarily mean darkness. The sun is just a morning star. Even in a desert-like night sky, countless stars are scattered like grains of sand. As long as people are awake, it is dawn.
The Laughing Batman was imprisoned in the Batcave dungeon. The Bat family, unusually, gathered together for a tactical meeting. Wayne Manor was brightly lit, and Wen Yue and Jason were also invited to attend.
Wen Yue sipped the Earl Grey tea she'd snatched from Dick, took a bite of the Mexican chili chicken sandwich, and squinted contentedly: "It's really good." Stealing food from someone else's bowl makes it taste delicious.
Today, the player is bullying someone else, and it's all Dick's favorites.
As footsteps approached, Wen Yue immediately picked up her empty teacup and placed it naturally next to Tim and his laptop, who didn't even look up. She then ran to the other end of the table and sat down next to Jason.
Dick returned with a cheerful gait after bringing back crab meat and cream mushrooms from Afu. The player, without batting an eye, wiped his mouth with a tissue, leaving the other to suffer a catastrophe alone.
"Where's my Earl Grey tea? Where's my sandwich?" Dick stared intently at the teacup in front of Tim, his pupils dilating violently, his face turning ashen as if he had frozen in place.
"I don't know, maybe Tim ate it." Wen Yue waved her hand lazily, openly shifting the blame.
"?" Tim, who had been diligently working in front of his computer, cast an incredulous glance his way. Tim had initially thought the player's previous behavior was a facade, but now it seemed to be entirely their true nature. The world's second-best detective, who could see through appearances and uncover the truth, had grasped the true nature of the "dog player."
Such a purebred dog is quite rare to see in zoos.
Wen Yue raised an eyebrow with an air of composure, placing her hand on the back of Jason's chair.
Jason remained silent, simply playing with the raven.
"He...he...he..." Tim pointed at the player with an excited, trembling finger, about to explain to Dick, but was interrupted by the player.
Wen Yue smiled slightly, pushed the plate towards Dick, and said with a righteous air, "Dick, I have a half sandwich that I managed to salvage. Take it and eat it. Dad loves you."
"Um... thank you." Dick had already sensed that something was wrong, but with his CPU frozen, he still subconsciously thanked him politely.
"You're welcome." Wen Yue kept a straight face and tried hard not to smile, maintaining a serious expression.
"Just let me taste what you have in your hand." The player also wanted to try the crab meat cream mushroom dish that Afu made, which was Dick's favorite.
Tim held Dick tightly: "Dick, don't fall for that bat's trick! He's the one who ate all the food."
"We're all family, no need for any tricks." Wen Yue crumpled the tissue in her hand into a ball, raised her hand, and solemnly swore, "Then I swear I didn't eat..."
Tim said expressionlessly, "Put Jason's hand down."
Wen Yue raised her hand as instructed: "Okay, I swear..."
Tim tilted his head: "What do you mean by making a peace sign?"
Finally, Wen Yue, with a serious attitude, perfect posture and gestures, solemnly swore, "I swear to God, I haven't touched Dick's sandwich or Earl Grey tea." After all, God isn't an outsider.
Tim stared in shock at the player dressed as a priest in front of him; his CPU was practically smoking.
Dick nodded with a slight relaxation, temporarily believing the player's nonsense.
Jason shook his head inwardly with regret: Tim and Dick were still too inexperienced; the illusion of being a priest had blinded them. As a priest who could even use a Buddhist-like gesture when praying to God, the player's words were utterly unreliable.
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