Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 63 I'm Not a Psychopath Anymore (Seeking monthly ticket investment)

At first glance, Ding Zhen was identified as Lars, the old Deng!

Harry was yelling something incoherent, saying it was worse than seeing a ghost, and turned around to make a strategic move.

But just as he reached the stairs, the assassin held a sharp steel knife against his chest, and there were many black gun muzzles behind him.

"Oh, the gas at home was not turned off suddenly, I better go back!"

Harley's expression changed instantly when faced with the steel knife and gun, and she turned around and walked back to her apartment.

Lars sat on the sofa without any tension and even made a pot of tea.

He had already arranged everything to ensure that Harley could not escape.

"Hey, Old Den! What are you doing in my house when you're not busy dealing with Batman?"

Harry put one foot on the table, knocking over the tea set.

You can't be polite with this kind of lunatic, you must strike first.

This is a move Harley learned after being beaten by Batman many times.

Lars flicked the tea that fell on his robe and said directly: "Long story short, we are in trouble. My two partners, the Joker, are dead, and Bane falls into the hands of the enemy. I need help!"

"Pudding is dead?"

When Harley heard the news, she was struck by lightning. Her body trembled, she staggered a few times, then fell on the purple sofa, sobbing softly.

Lars was a little surprised. Harley's reaction was completely different from what he had imagined.

According to their relationship, upon learning of the Joker's death, Harley should have burst into tears, then swung her hammer to destroy things, shouting that she wanted revenge on the Joker.

What is this little sobbing now?
Is the relationship between you so fragile and inconvenient?

"Don't you want to avenge the Joker?" Lars tested Harley's attitude.

"Who killed him? Batman. Then he finally won for once."

Harry wiped away his tears and raised his little head. There was no sadness on his face, only curiosity.

"Batman has a new friend, a man of many twists and turns and a cruel heart. With him, the criminals in Gotham may have a hard time in the future."

Lars changed the subject and stopped mentioning the clown, instead threatening with the current situation.

"Hehehe, you never imagined that! I have changed my ways and this is how I avoid being hunted by Batman!"

Harry stood up, folded his arms across his chest, and said very proudly.

"Old Deng, there is really a limit to the madness of the mentally ill! I learned in Arkham Asylum that the mentally ill are just weak people who can't bear the pain and go crazy at will.

Ordinary people who can swallow all kinds of injustice and pain and encourage themselves to live are the real crazy ones! "

"what are you talking about?"

Lars had a dark face. He could never understand the thoughts of these crazy people in Gotham.

Harry slammed the table and shouted, "I...want to be a good person, Lao Deng!"

"I broke up with the Joker a long time ago, ever since he used me as a shield for Batman."

I don’t understand what you people in Gotham are thinking.jpg!

Lars held his head in exhaustion and said, "If that's the case, I won't waste my words with you!"

Wow!

Assassins with guns rushed into the apartment like a tide, with the black muzzles of their guns pointed at Harley's small body.

Harley, who had been so righteous just now, changed her expression instantly, raised her hands and said: "Although I am a good person now, it will be different if you coerce me."

"Stop talking nonsense. Where is Poison Ivy?"

Harley looked at him with a look on her face: "You must be kidding me." "You went through so much trouble just to find Ivy?"

"It's not easy to find her. If you blow up the Gotham Botanical Garden, she will be at your doorstep and snatch all your robes off."

Lars said in a deep voice: "I am looking for her to cooperate, not to create a new enemy."

"Stop being crazy here and tell me where Poison Ivy is."

"Move the gun away, I'll tell you." Harley thought to herself, when I see Ivy, I'll turn all of you into fertilizer.

……

Safe house!
Nightwing worked hard for several hours and finally helped Gordon dismantle the bomb in the underground tunnel and clean up the poisonous gas and corpses in the warehouse.

He took off his uniform, shook off the tail behind him, returned to the safe house, opened the door and saw Martin drawing.

He only used a pen, and the pigment was the shadow around him. With a light dip, he had endless ink.

"I really admire your patience. You still have the time to paint now instead of going to Lars and his group of lunatics."

Dick collapsed directly on the sofa. He wasn't complaining because he was too tired to have the energy to complain.

Although Martin is the main force in cleaning Gotham these days, Nightwing has been following behind him, cleaning up the trivial matters in the corners.

Dick didn't have any super powers. He worked non-stop for five days, and was extremely nervous. He held his breath, fearing that the sword of the Assassin's League hanging over his head might fall at any time, so he didn't dare to relax.

Martin was making final touches on the canvas and said to Dick, “The poison gas in the warehouse is a trick. Bruce did an experiment and it was blown away by the wind. Nothing can be done.

The nodes of Gotham's water pipelines are guarded by Wayne Group security guards, and each person is equipped with a special tracker that can send signals even if they are dead."

"There's no movement yet. Lars probably won't attack from the water."

Dick had a headache and put his hands into his hair, rubbing it hard, until his head became a mess.

"These damn bastards, why do they always want to kill people and destroy things? Aren't they human beings? Don't they have any desire for a better life?"

"Their good life is to ride on other people's heads and act like a tyrant."

Martin had long seen through people like Lars. They were people who could not be changed unless they were sent to death.

"Besides, Lars may not be a human."

"What did you say?"

Martin shook his head. Dick thought he might be hallucinating, and halfway through turning over, he lay back down.

Ah, it’s so comfortable to lie down!

Even though it only lasted a few seconds, it felt pretty good.

"It's finished. Do you want to see it?"

Martin clapped his hands, and Dick's upper body bounced up, moved closer to him, and looked at the canvas.

There is only one color on the canvas, and that is black!
But under Martin's superb painting skills, it presents various forms.

Layers of curtains hung down, covering a door that seemed to be there and not there, making it impossible to see where the door led to.

There was a rustling sound in Dick's ears, as if something was telling him obscure stories from the past.

He listened attentively, and the curtains were drawn aside layer by layer. Although they were still half-covered, he saw masks dancing in the air, transforming into shadows of various shapes, with open arms, welcoming him to walk into the shadows.

"What the hell, what the hell is this thing you drew?"

Dick's head hit the curtain, just like hitting a hardwood door. He woke up with a thud and quickly moved away from the strange painting.

"This is the gateway to the Shadow Realm."

Martin took a white cloth and covered the canvas, explaining: "This world, the Shadow Kingdom, is still in its original form, and there is no distinction between good and evil, so I used the last time to paint this door."

"As long as you go through a special ritual, you can temporarily gain the power to use shadows."

"This……"

Dick has talked about Martin's magic so many times that he doesn't want to repeat it again.

He wanted to know how this painting was used.
"I have already told Bruce how to use this painting."

Martin yawned and walked towards the bedroom: "I'm going to sleep. If you have anything to do, set the alarm clock earlier, don't wake me up directly."

Dick made an "OK" gesture and couldn't wait to find Bruce to play with his new toy.

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