American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 369 Will you kill me or will I kill you?

This is a dark tunnel.

Batman walked through the long tunnel and could even hear the crisp sound of his own footsteps.

"Clatter~"

As he turned another corner, countless silver-blue lights suddenly lit up on the surrounding walls.

Batman looked closely and realized that these were walls made up of countless screens.

"Welcome our big star!"

The clown's voice echoed from countless screens, his pale, distorted face reflected in the images.

"Oh, my dear bat, you have no idea what surprises I've prepared for you."

The clown, like a girl in love, prone to insecurity, rubbed her cheeks and made a cute gesture, saying, "I'm sure you'll love my gift!"

"Joker, I know you're listening."

Batman addressed the screens, saying, "This is between the two of us. Don't drag innocent people into this."

"innocent?"

The Joker sighed: "My dear bat, you're still the same, always thinking some people are innocent."

"But I don't think anyone is innocent. From the moment a person is born, they are destined to commit some sins. Everyone is guilty, yet they always portray themselves as pure and innocent."

"It's like a child pouring hot water on ants. To the ants, is this person a heinous criminal? Then why did the court sentence him to death?"

Batman ignored the Joker's self-justification.

He walked past a long line of computer screens.

Even though Batman has made this place look like a maze, he always manages to find a way to break through it.

Swish swish!

Countless throwing knives flew out from the shadows, aiming at Batman.

At the same time, the floor beneath their feet caved in, revealing sharp, long spikes.

Clearly, this is a series of traps, and the Joker did not do nothing during his time studying at Arkham Asylum; at the very least, he learned some criminal techniques and trap setups from others.

However, even faster than the speed at which the trap was triggered was Batman's reaction speed. The instant he heard the mechanism button being touched, he suddenly spread his legs, his long legs landing on the two flat surfaces of the groove as if he were standing on them.

The poisonous spikes flew over his head and slammed into the floor. Batman then used his powerful waist strength to leap onto the platform.

"A perfect evasive maneuver, I'd give you an eight out of ten."

Venom continues its scathing critique.

While Batman mentally labeled Venom as a chatterbox, he also had the inclination to crack a dry joke: "So you deducted two points because you were afraid I'd get arrogant, right?"

They communicated silently in their minds, and then after Batman punched and shattered a monitor, the hole that appeared came into Batman's view.

This is a roller coaster.

The train on the track was accidentally hit by Batman's bat symbol.

Almost without the little boy's expectation, Batman flipped himself onto the train, and then the train started moving faster and faster.

This extremely high speed even left afterimages around us.

Then, Batman saw some strange images appearing on the surrounding walls.

The scene shows a young couple walking into an alley with a boy who has a pink jade bracelet.

Then two gunshots shattered the peaceful atmosphere of the family. As the gunman fled the scene, Bruce was left behind, almost paralyzed with fear.

"clown."

Batman clenched his fists instinctively, feeling an unnamed rage burning within him.

Just as he had devised a contingency plan on his brother's computer to deal with the aftermath of everyone being taken away, Batman's own contingency plan was to use the death of his parents to disrupt his will and mind.

However, it seems the Joker understands these things very well now.

This made Batman somewhat regretful; he shouldn't have let the Joker stay in the Batcave at that time, as the Joker must have taken the opportunity to obtain a lot of useful information.

However, Barbatos's shadow left Batman with almost no right to refuse at that time, and he needed a more powerful ally to increase his chances of winning.

But a bad person is a bad person, and they won't change their stance because of a single sentence.

"whee."

The clown's laughter blared from the loudspeaker: "From then on, that poor child often fantasized about punishing evil and bringing order to the people, but he never considered that the people didn't like order; they preferred chaos, barbarity, and plunder."

"So this kid's a bad kid, am I right, Bruce?"

As the train slowly came to a stop, Batman saw a red leather sofa placed on the steps of an empty hall, with a guy in a purple suit sitting on it.

This guy is wearing a plastic crown on his head, which looks ridiculous and comical.

But people often say that the core of comedy is to break it down into tragedy.

The core of tragedy is to break it down into comedy.

His pale face stared silently at Batman, a perfect smile creeping onto his lips: "After 28 days, we meet again."

"This guy's head is full of crazy stuff, he's not tasty at all," Venom said to Batman, causing Batman's eyes to flicker.

Batman's change was successfully noticed by the Joker.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with anger: "Damn it, who are you talking to? Are you talking to that wretched old butler?"

Batman's attitude infuriated the Joker. This game, this party, was a carefully planned online gift for Batman, but the other seemed to be distracted.

No, I didn't speak to anyone.

Batman gazed at the Joker seated on the throne.

He stared quietly at the guy he had loved and fought with for so long. After beating him so many times, he even knew exactly where to hit him to make the clown feel the pain more deeply.

"I've just been thinking about our relationship, Joker."

Batman looked up at the Joker; one stood on the ground, the other on a throne, together creating a beautiful picture.

If I had to give them a name, I'd call them Light and Darkness.

"So what are you thinking?"

The clown raised his cane, a morbid smile on his face: "I've always wondered, this city is full of lunatics, but why are the two of us the craziest of them all?"

Where will our story lead?

Batman drew his batarang from his pocket, ready for battle: "Will I finally lose my temper and kill you, or will your cunning prevail?"

The two men were locked in combat just like they used to.

You throw a punch, I throw a punch; it's all just primal fighting!

(End of this chapter)