Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 625 This is War
As Poison Ivy was speaking, she went straight up to the balcony of the attic—in just a moment, dense vines and branches covered the entire exterior wall of the attic, and layers of green ivy stretched freely on the antique wooden attic, interspersed with fiery red flowers and leaves.

Ma Zhaodi didn't intend to follow, and forcibly led Jason and Solomon to turn around and walk in the opposite direction of the attic, intending to go to the rendezvous point outside Chinatown first; while the two Batmen followed Poison Ivy directly to the balcony. Bruce witnessed the attic being transformed into a small green building almost instantly, and secretly weighed the abilities of Poison Ivy in this universe.

Unlike the Poison Ivy in his universe who specializes in control and manipulation, this Poison Ivy in Gotham has a far greater ability to manipulate plants and is far more powerful than the plants in this universe.

It's almost like the art style evolved from martial arts to cultivation.

"Didn't the Scarecrow reveal any further details about his plans?" he asked. "He couldn't have done all this alone. Is Deathstroke working with him?"

“Perhaps—you know us, don’t you?” Poison Ivy curled her lip. “There’s no trust between supervillains. They all have their own agendas when they meet. No one will reveal their plans. They might betray their teammates, recruit enemies, or do anything.”

"All I can tell you is that when I arrived, there was no death knell among the people there."

It seemed that Poison Ivy was simply going out onto the balcony to enjoy the view and feel the rain washing over her. She stretched comfortably and didn't mind showing off her figure to the two Batmen in the heavy rain. She quite liked the rain and the rainy day because the rain nourished the plants.

"That's all I have to say." She covered her mouth with her hand and yawned. "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

“That’s all for now.” Batman shook his head. “If there are any problems, we’ll come back to you. For now, we’ll take you to—”

"Hmm, how about we stop here?"

Poison Ivy waved her hand: "Being too persistent and clingy can easily offend a lady."

“We can’t leave you here alone.” Arkham Batman reached for his waist. “Gotham isn’t safe tonight, and you haven’t finished serving your sentence at Arkham Asylum.”

"Ugh, I really hate your stubborn and argumentative temper. And now, there are even two bats with this kind of temper."

Poison Ivy licked her lips: "No room for negotiation?"

"No discussion, Ivy."

"it's a pity."

Poison Ivy sighed and obediently walked into the elevator.

Swah——

The next moment, several thick vines emerged from all directions at incredible speed, binding the two Batmen tightly and suspending them in the air.

"I've said it before, nature will always be the winner—even if there are two Batmen, that won't change."

Poison Ivy smiled and pressed the elevator button. The iron doors closed, allowing her to calmly descend to the ground floor.

"Heh, he'll never learn his lesson."

She had done this once before, more than two years ago, when she was locked up in Arkham Asylum. That time, she tricked Batman and backstabbed him as an ally—although she was immediately knocked to the ground and locked up back in Arkham Asylum, the backstabbing was undoubtedly successful.

"I've given him all the information I could, and by tricking him a little, we're even," she thought to herself. "But he's not going to lock me up again—"

Ding!
The elevator reached the first floor, and the two iron doors opened to both sides.

Poison Ivy's thoughts came to an abrupt halt. Two tall, muscular, pointed-headed black figures stood silently at the elevator entrance like door gods, their clothes slightly dirty—to be honest, even though she was already used to Batman's unpredictable appearances, Poison Ivy couldn't help but question her existence.

How did they manage that? Weren't they supposed to be hanging up? Can this person teleport?

"Ugh"

Poison Ivy sighed in despair, and even the vines wrapped around her drooped listlessly.

"Come with us."

Although all Batmen usually speak questions as statements, Arkham Batman is clearly not asking for opinions, but issuing orders.

Poison Ivy now has only two choices: either go back to prison with Batman willingly, or be knocked to the ground by the two of them again and go back to prison.

“Yeah, yeah,” she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Next time, just say it directly. There’s no need to scare me like that. I’ll do as you say.”

The back seats of the Batmobile opened, and two restraint seats resembling roller coaster seats popped out from the back—more like restraint chairs for prisoners than seats for passengers—only they were more comfortable to sit in.

Poison Ivy sat directly into the restraint chair and was pulled back into the Batmobile along with the seat. The heavy tail armor then closed, protecting the people inside.

Right now, this is one of the safest places in all of Gotham City.

"Holy crap! Help! Come help me!"

Ma Zhaodi's scream suddenly rang out in the communicator, mixed with Jason's excited screams and rumbling sounds.

Batman remained expressionless and quickly climbed into the Batmobile, while Arkham Batman was a step behind, first initiating a communication with Oracle.

"Barbara, check the security cameras on Ma Zhaodi's side and see what's going on."

"He was surrounded by tanks."

Barbara answered directly, "I was just looking into this. A large number of transport helicopters and other armored vehicle convoys are rapidly entering Gotham City, and the transport planes are dropping off a large number of tanks to invade the city."

“I just warned Sheriff Gordon and his team to have the officers on the street return to the station, but it seems Mr. Ma Zhaodi has been blocked by them outside Panisha Studios. Also, it seems there were several tanks and troop carriers heading towards Chinatown, but Mr. Ma Zhaodi has also blocked them on the road. He seems to have taken out a few tanks.”

These words stirred something within the two Batmen.

“Barbara, activate the Batmobile’s weapons self-check. This is war,” Arkham Batman ordered, then turned to Bruce and said, “Your friend seems very strong.”

“I don’t know about this,” Batman replied thoughtfully. “In my memory, Martin doesn’t have any means to deal with this kind of war machine. Perhaps Solomon Grundy played a role this time.”

"Let's get there first and then we'll talk about it."

boom!
The two Batmobiles roared to life, reaching top speed in a short time, and sped toward Panisha Studios.

(End of this chapter)