Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 27 Compromise is the only way to achieve your ideal (Please read on!)
"Help me stop Batman, or I won't be able to give you the money you promised me."

Old Manilow was afraid that Killer Croc would change his mind at the last minute, so he loudly reminded the two of their deal.

puff!
A large amount of steam blew out of Killer Croc's nose, and he was very unhappy with Old Manilo who was pointing fingers at him.

But for the sake of money, he still endured it, pointed at Batman, then pointed at Old Manilow, and whispered: "Batman, not enough money!"

Damn beast!
Although Old Manilo was dissatisfied with Killer Croc's asking price, he had no choice at this time.

No matter what, money is more important than life.

"Don't worry, neither of you can leave."

Martin raised his hand and threw two batarangs at Killer Croc while rushing towards him.

"Gadgets!"

Killer Croc raised his hand to catch the bat dart that was shot towards his eye, and a stiff smile appeared on his scaly face.

He heard a hissing sound.

what?
Killer Croc wanted to look at the palm of his hand a second ago, but he saw a black shadow flashing past him.

His single-threaded brain instantly abandoned the previous thought and stared at Batman closely.

Why can't I open my hands?
Killer Croc waved his hands strangely, but he couldn't open his fingers.

While Killer Croc was stunned, Martin jumped over him, shot out the grappling gun, entangled Old Maniro's legs, pulled him back, and knocked him onto the lamppost on the side of the road.

"Bat, die!"

Killer Croc's voice rang out, and Martin did a backflip to avoid the sweeping arm.

The moment he landed, he supported himself with both hands and instantly bounced out more than ten meters, putting some distance between himself and Killer Croc.

"what did you do to me?"

Killer Croc waved his arms angrily, but couldn't open his hands. He became more and more angry, and even spoke more fluently due to anger.

"Nothing, just added some super glue to the bat darts. Don't worry, the glue will lose its effectiveness soon, maybe in half a month!"

Martin's voice sounded lightly, but it aroused Killer Croc's rage.

"Half a month? Damn bat. You made me unable to eat with my hands for half a month."

"Unforgivable—"

"Unforgivable"

Killer Croc didn't just roar, he spread his legs and ran towards Martin like a moving human tank.

Martin moved his feet like a Spanish bullfighter, easily dodging the attack of the furious killer crocodile, and spread his hands, saying innocently:
"You have to blame yourself for this. You didn't use the method of dodging the darts, but insisted on crushing him. Who can you blame?"

"Shut up, I'm going to devour every piece of your flesh and blood, chew up every bone of yours, and then..."

"Not bad!"

Martin clapped his hands softly and praised, "I didn't expect you to know so many advanced words. It seems you've studied a lot in the sewers!"

"Roar--"

Killer Croc hates it most when people mention his IQ, because it's all true.

He opened his mouth wide, revealing a row of sharp fangs, and swung his glued fist at the Batman in his eyes.

Martin leaped forward, dodging Killer Croc's fist, grabbing his arm and wrapping his entire body around the crocodile's upper body like a snake.

"Go away, go away..."

Killer Croc has lost his mind and is jumping up and down frantically, trying to shake off Batman.

Martin clung to him tightly, charging the gloves on both hands.

Then, boom!

The fist glove with jumping arcs of electricity hit Killer Croc's head hard.

The big creature covered with scales shook its head and continued to jump up and down.

"This guy is too stubborn!"

Martin complained helplessly and swung the electrified gloves at Killer Croc's head again.

Once, twice...

The dark blue scales of Killer Croc were electrocuted and turned dark, and smoke began to come out of his head. If it were anyone else, they would have run away long ago after being attacked like this, and would not have bothered to fight with Martin at all.

But Killer Croc was obviously too angry. Even though his head had a dent, he still kept fighting, opening his big mouth and biting everything he saw.

Why does this guy get more energetic the more electricity he gets?
Martin felt helpless. Seeing that the gangsters in the camp were blown up by the Batfighter and only a few were left standing on the ground, he became ruthless and swung his low-power fist directly into Killer Croc's mouth.

"Uh uh uh……"

Without the protection of the dark green scales, Killer Croc's body was as fragile as that of an ordinary human. The electric current swept through his body. He fell to the ground twitching and foaming at the mouth.

Finally solved this big guy.

Martin tried to shake off the disgusting mucus and impurities on the gloves, which were brought out of Killer Croc's mouth, but they were dried by the electric arc and attached to the surface of the gloves, and could not be shaken off at all.

"Fortunately, these things will disappear tomorrow, so I don't have to wash them."

Martin once thought about whether he should use his money power to directly drive these villains to his side.

After all, apart from lunatics and gangsters like the Joker and the deceased Penguin, other super villains are just ordinary people who are driven into despair by life. Most criminals can be dealt with by paying money.

Anyway, for a big company like Wayne Group, as long as the problem can be solved with money, it is not a problem.

But when Martin thought about it carefully, he felt that this was not something he could do.

Gotham has fallen into chaos, and those lone guys have disappeared to who knows where.

These aren't room service you can just call up.

It was impossible for Martin to just abandon those gangsters and go looking for them one by one and then go to great lengths to subdue them.

Martin didn't know what his identity would be tomorrow, but he knew he was definitely not Batman.

"Nightwing!"

Martin waved to the Batfighter in the sky and said, "I want you to find those guys who escaped from Arkham Asylum and Blackgate Prison and recruit them to work for us."

Nightwing's answer was simple and direct: "Are you crazy?"

"I am very clear-headed. Those guys are just a bunch of headless flies. All they care about is money."

Martin said confidently: "If just some paper money can solve these troubles, it's worth it."

Nightwing felt very uncomfortable: "They are criminals."

Martin corrected Nightwing's thoughts and said, "Of course they are criminals, and they are unstable and dangerous. From a personal point of view, it is certainly unfair to bribe a group of criminals with money.

But what we want is for Gotham as a whole to return to a relatively stable order as soon as possible, and if that means absorbing some of our past enemies, then we have to do it.”

"The B version of Batman wouldn't do this." Nightwing hesitated and subconsciously used Bruce as a shield.

"Ha! It seems that you don't know your adoptive father. He is more willing to compromise than you think. Otherwise, the Falcone and Maniro families would not have survived until now."

Martin said to Nightwing, "Do as I say and take Alfred with you. I promise there won't be any problems."

"I'll do what you say."

Nightwing's voice dropped.

Martin knew that Nightwing didn't understand what he said at all, but he didn't say anything else. After all, Alfred was there to protect him.

"Batman, we are in trouble!"

The voice of the oracle interrupted the communication channel: "You are making too much noise. Two-Face and Black Mask seem to be joining forces. They are rushing to the Ice Peak Hotel."

"They leave it to me."

Everyone in Gotham knows by now that Bruce Wayne is not Batman.

Forced into a corner, Martin simply blew up the Bingfeng Hotel.

"Where's Bruce?"

"Arkham Knight hid it so well that I knew nothing about it. But according to the accounts provided by Candy, I found a large number of factories that were producing and transporting weapons."

Martin nodded, "Be careful, Oracle. The Arkham Knight won't kill Bruce, but he will definitely try to torture you."

"Don't worry about me. I'm moving to Wayne Tower."

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