After Batman's back disappeared from sight, Catwoman and Red Hood looked at each other.

Captain America was quick to notice their silent communication: "Wait, he asked me to keep an eye on you, and Chou is very dangerous." He looked at Red Hood disapprovingly, "I'm not questioning your abilities, but maybe it would be better to wait until you are older before facing the villains?"

Catwoman raised her hands and took two steps back: "You guys can chat slowly, this has nothing to do with me, I'll go away."

She winked at Red Hood and walked leisurely towards the Batplane.

"..." Jason cursed in his heart, why didn't you go to smack Captain America? This is more appropriate, right? ! However, his comrades had already retreated strategically - God knows how Catwoman could sneak in the broad daylight - he had to take a deep breath, recalling how Nightwing had a seamless conversation with Iron Man, and then spoke with difficulty under Captain America's vigilant eyes, "Captain, I'm your fan..." Wait, did Nightwing say this? Forget it. "Can you give me an autograph?",

**

Moses had just walked into the building when the electronic billboards on the wall flashed with images of Choujo's miserable white and bright red face, which was particularly refreshing. "Look who's here!!" He waved his arms happily, as if to say hello. A motionless person with a paper bag on his head was tied to a chair beside him. On the bag, a Q version of Choujo and a bat fighting were drawn with a marker. "Batman! I knew that no matter where I go, you would follow me like a tail. Poor Whisperer, is he still alive? Oh, yes, I forgot that you don't kill people."

He grinned and chuckled, as if he was staggering with joy at a funny joke. "You really never kill people, Bat? Why do I feel like you almost wanted to kill me just now? If that big blue guy didn't stop you, I would like to know if you would open fire on this building - if you press that button, Boom! Everyone will die, but I will die too, once and for all, and the game will be completed. Isn't it fun?"

Moses didn't want to pay any attention to what he was saying. He only glanced at the screen to confirm that one of the hostages next to Xiao Chou was still alive, and then hurried on his way, as if he was turning a deaf ear to the enemy's trash talk.

There were several trembling guards patrolling with guns in hand on the stairs. Some of them were brought by Xiao Chou from Gotham, and some were security guards in the building that he bribed and coerced. If they were killed one by one, innocent people would definitely be hurt, and there might be fish that slipped through the net every other time. But this was not a problem for Batman. As Xiao Chou said, he was doing his best not to take anyone's life. Unfortunately, there were no gargoyles in the SHIELD building, so he could only hide his body with rows of pipes and experimental equipment. If it weren't for the extremely real pain and touch in his body, Moses might have thought he was playing some large-scale immersive virtual game.

Like that time Dick tried to connect with someone in the Batcave.

The young man had only tried it once, and he didn't dare to let Batman know, but both Moses and Alfred knew it. They cared about him, loved him, and tried to protect him to make up for the tragedies of the past that could never be returned. The low fever made Moses a little dizzy, and he couldn't control his divergent thoughts. Even several times the system reminded him, it didn't work. Batman was thinking too much, and he couldn't tell. He just felt tired and excited.

The sound on the screen was like an electric saw pulling wood, which was an ambiguous and annoying noise in his ears.

And Xiao Chou probably didn't expect him to reply, and he talked to himself from time to time, mocking his subordinates for their incompetence and saying that Batman could break in even though he was fully armed; then he teased Batman for being absent-minded today and asked him if he liked his Thanksgiving gift.

"Bat." After a while, perhaps because he felt bored, he squatted beside the hostage and rummaged through the paper bag, mumbling, "Do you know who I kidnapped? If you tell me his name, I will take this thing off and let you see his face."

Batman, who had remained unmoved, finally raised his head and glanced at the camera while hurrying.

The next second, the camera was shattered by a bat dart.

Xiao Chou suddenly became excited: "You don't know? You don't know!!" He squeezed the hostage's head tightly, and the paper bag made a crisp sound. The man was still motionless and unconscious. "The police chief didn't tell you? Of course not. Let me guess, you couldn't have gone to his house when you were investigating me, but even so, you didn't remember his name?"

He didn't get another response, but Xiao Chou was so excited that his green pupils dilated and he uttered a voice like a raving: "Look what I found, Bat? Scarecrow said that even if you were poisoned by fear gas, it wouldn't have any effect. He said you are a monster who has never tasted fear. He is an idiot!" He said decisively, "I found it! Xiao Chou did it! I am the most amazing villain in Gotham!"

What's so good about fighting over this kind of thing... And you guys are fighting among yourselves, but you're actually using "beating Batman" as a criterion for judging? Are you sick?

It seems that he is indeed sick.

Moses gave up thinking. Mental patients have broad minds and mentally retarded children are happier. Why should he delve into Xiao Chou's logic?

He was about to reach his destination, following the route map that Xiao Chou had marked out just in case (was there such a thing?). It was a half-rolled iron door, and in the gap below he could see four crooked stool legs and human feet dangling beside it.

Xiao Chou placed a music box in the storage room on the top floor. It creaked and played nursery rhymes from some unknown era. He hummed along to the tunes and seemed to be amusing himself.

When the music ended, he snapped his fingers: "Welcome, Batman~"

There were several crisp "bang" sounds.

Several firework tubes exploded in the air, and colorful streamers fluttered all over the ground. There was a kind of old and desolate beauty in the dusty storage room.

"Are you scared?" Xiao Chou asked.

The iron gate slowly pulled up, and Xiao Chou stood with his legs dangling, pointing a gun at the hostages with one hand, and waving at Moses with the other. There was a table next to him, which Moses had not seen due to the angle of view on the screen. There was a computer on it, and a cube of unknown material.

"Okay, now the stage is set up and the actors are in place, so what's the script? Let me see, let me see... Ahaha!" He glanced at the computer screen pretentiously, "Let's start with the quiz. Wait a minute, little bat, put away those little toys of yours from those nasty people. I've injected Titan poison in advance - if you can't defeat me right away, I can drag everyone down with me. Hahahaha, that being said, maybe I'll be the only one alive in the end."

Things are a little troublesome, but not too bad. Xiao Chou might have a complicated plan, if the controller can be found before then... Moses quickly glanced at the music box that looked out of place among the clutter.

"Then the first question," Xiao Chou said, "answer me, who do you think is under this mask?"

"The District Attorney of Gotham."

"Eh... your voice sounds a little strange? It should be you, right?" Xiao Chou looked at Moses suspiciously, "Is it possible for SHIELD to send Captain America in wearing Batman's clothes?"

He was about to pull the trigger when Moses spoke up, "We first met in Arkham—you and Harley Quinn were working together to figure out how to stuff Titan into another patient's intestines."

Xiao Chou paused and released his fingers in dismay. "You're fine. Others may know this, but unless you die, who will turn themselves into a bat? There should only be one Batman in this world, just like there is one Xiao Chou in every world." He laughed creepily again, "Now, be honest, tell me what you think his name is? I'm not like you. My patience is very limited."

Moses felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was hinting at something.

To be honest, he really didn't care much about the name of the victim. Alfred and the others were right. Ever since he knew about this, Batman's mood has been a little abnormal. Moses initially thought it was due to fever, but now it seems to be more than that. But he couldn't help but come, and he couldn't help but answer.

"... Harvey Dent." Perhaps he had accidentally glanced at the surname list at the door of the mansion? In any case, Moses gave this answer based on a vague premonition.

"You know." Xiao Chou looked at him, his eyes surprisingly clear.

Some impulse made him make a wrong decision.

He moved the muzzle of the gun away and aimed it at Batman who was standing quietly at the door.

"Bat, are you alive? Or are you dead? If I shoot you - will you die?"

Moses rushed forward.

He didn't dodge the first shot. Chou's reflexes were superhuman. He pulled the trigger before the batarang, which was a little further away, hit his weapon hand. The small-caliber gun did little damage to Batman's coat, but Chou didn't count on it - his skin and muscles began to bulge outward, and bones in his spine and joints pierced through the skin and emerged from his flesh in a disgusting way, like he had walked onto the wrong set of Resident Evil or Godzilla.

The Titan reagent that can turn living people into monsters begins to take effect.

The two began to fight for the small music box in this not very spacious space, and the unconscious prosecutor was kicked aside. I don't know which button was pressed in the middle of the process, and the little man in the box began to twitch and spin again, smoke and dust flew, and the old toy with faded paint on the surface sang with a mechanical sound: "Who killed the robin? I, said the swallow, with my bow and arrow, I killed the robin."

The music box was thrown into the air.

Moses jumped up on the chest and held out his hand.

Xiao Chou laughed wildly as he bent down to grope for the penis that had been knocked off. With his current huge size, this action was extremely difficult.

As Batman's fingers touched the explosion trigger, which was the music box, Chou picked up the laptop on the table and threw it like a boomerang: "Look at it! Bat! Look at your own end!!"

Moses' retina reflected the blurry photo that had been analyzed by S.H.I.E.L.D. It felt so weird that even Batman was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Xiao Chou aimed at the cube on the table and fired, with a look of pure happiness on his face.

He said, "Either I kill you, or you kill me."

The music box in Moses' hand was still singing softly: "... all the birds of the air sigh and mourn, when they hear the funeral bells ringing, for poor robin."

Boom——

The next moment, he saw Red Hood and Catwoman rushing in together. Before he could figure out how the two of them got past Captain America's defense line, he closed his eyes involuntarily and fell into a dream with no direction or way back.