American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 368 The Clash Between Chaos and Order

Batman didn't know how to describe his current feelings.

He discovered that there seemed to be an extra voice talking to itself inside his body. After ruling out his own mental illness, Bruce finally defined it as something in his mind that was an independent being with its own thoughts.

This situation is not good, it's very bad.

Bruce, or rather Batman, never trusts anyone.

Not to mention the mysterious thing that appeared in his consciousness, which made him feel as painful as if he had a split personality, not understanding which one was himself.

But Batman is Batman; he can control himself and fight back against the voice in his head.

"So what are you? Another version of me? Or are you a creation of magic?"

Batman cautiously probed, offering his own guess: "Or perhaps Gino Luthor sent you close to me?"

Hearing Bruce's words, the venom inside him was speechless.

It was just a symbiote, and its consciousness suddenly dissipated after attacking someone.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself being held in the palm of a man with a buttock-shaped chin.

So the venom, without thinking, parasitized his body.

As for Gino Luther, whom the other party mentioned?

He learned that Batman was a terrifying man when he peered into his memories.

But I don't recognize myself.

Faced with Batman's barrage of questions, Venom coldly replied, "Do you still want to save that girl named Barbara?"

"If you want to, then talk less nonsense."

"I can already smell his scent."

Hearing Venom's words, Batman remained calm, but subconsciously hid all the precious memories in his mind.

As I said before, Batman never trusts anyone.

"I don't need you to find it for me, I've already figured it out."

Batman interrupted Venom, his voice icy as he said, "Based on this amusement park theory, and the Joker's habitual crime locations and methods, we can rule out those busy amusement parks."

"And then there's his perverse possessiveness towards me. Considering all this information, only that amusement park in the East District that's been abandoned for decades fits this description."

Listening to Batman's speculation, Venom fell silent, choosing to remain still. And in his heart, he felt a deep admiration for this human.

This guy is smarter than any alien race I've ever met.

Batman quickly arrived at the amusement park, which was located in a desolate area.

"Click".

Batman walked into the amusement park.

The once quiet amusement park was instantly brightly lit.

"Hehehe, our main character has arrived."

Where is the applause? Where is the cheering?

The Joker's maniacal laughter blared from the giant speakers overhead, loud enough to make even a child dream. Batman listened silently to this chaotic monster as he walked deeper into the amusement park.

He knew he didn't need to waste time with the clown; his priority was to rescue the person.

But the moment Batman stepped into the amusement park, the voice that had been dormant in his mind for so long resounded once more.

"There are three people on your right, two on your left, and one in front of you."

Batman observed carefully according to the voice's instructions.

Then he saw three figures hidden behind the spinning wheel on his right.

"Hehehe, what should we do?"

Batman heard the three men emitting chilling laughter, and then several throwing knives flew out, covering the man from three corners.

But this ordinary weapon only allows Batman to spread his cape to deflect all the flying knives aimed at him.

This bat-shaped cape, crafted from a special material at great expense, perfectly fulfills its purpose.

Splash!

One by one, the fallen throwing knives landed, making a crisp sound as they hit the ground.

Batman drew a batarang from his waist and threw it with a swift motion. The batarang traced a beautiful arc in the air before accurately hitting a square on the magic wheel!

"Snapped!"

The blade pierced the wood, and three tall, thin, even somewhat deformed men dressed in circus costumes let out mocking laughter: "Didn't hit him."

But before they could finish speaking, the dart stuck in the wooden board instantly exploded into a large net of black, shimmering electric arcs, enveloping the three of them behind them. Then, the three unfortunate guys twitched and started tap-dancing inside the electric net.

Yes, Batman may not kill people, but that doesn't mean he won't use violence to torture and beat criminals.

Only by instilling fear in them can crime be effectively stopped.

"I don't understand. You could have killed them in the simplest and most efficient way. Didn't you humans invent something called a pistol? You could have killed them with just three cheap gunpowder bullets."

The voice in his mind spoke again, and Batman keenly grasped the key point.

You humans.

This means that the consciousness in one's mind is not human.

Extraterrestrial beings?

Thinking this, Bruce charged to the left again.

At the same time, a heavily pregnant woman rushed out of the circus tent on the left.

She was wearing an ugly pink ballet dress, her face was full of fat, and she grinned foolishly with yellow teeth.

"Let me hug you!"

She opened her arms, but the muscles in those arms were strong enough to crush an adult's skull.

The distance between the two continued to close, from 10 meters to 5 meters.

Just as the woman was about to hug Batman, he suddenly raised his leg and slammed his boot heavily on her stomach. Using the fat in his abdomen, he leaped high into the air and landed behind her, then punched her hard on the back of the neck.

"thump!"

Just like the acupoint striking technique in martial arts novels, the huge body blocked the ground, and the woman was subdued with one blow.

"So why would your enemy choose to fight these weirdos? He knows perfectly well that none of them are a match for you."

The voice in my head started complaining again, as if this guy tends to become a chatterbox when he's alone for too long.

Batman, for some unspeakable secret, patiently responded: "Because that's the Joker—unpredictable, undefinable, insane and chaotic, and loves chaos."

He continued talking to the other person as he walked steadily toward the tightly closed door directly in front of him.

Then, the owner of the circus seemed to realize that guests had arrived.

The door, adorned with Batman and the Joker, slowly opened, revealing a bottomless, dark tunnel.

"There are two people inside. The guy who was right in front of you just went in."

The voice provided a clue, confirming to Batman that the person he was looking for was inside.

"I'll go in now."

(End of this chapter)