American comics: What kind of evil intentions could Batman have?

Chapter 87 Nuclear Weapons Finally Appear

Chapter 87 Nuclear Weapons Finally Appear (Please Read On)

"What do you mean... You... You think that by pretending to be indifferent, you can... you can..."

Bain was in complete chaos.

He had mentally rehearsed countless times the possible reactions Batman might have.

The opponent is furious, the opponent attacks, the opponent calmly and collectedly responds, the opponent has other tricks up their sleeve...

He meticulously considered his approach, even listing dozens of different scenarios on a draft paper, determined to induce Batman to destroy the Wayne couple's bodies under various circumstances, thereby completely overwhelming Batman with grief and anger and weakening his judgment as much as possible.

He planned it very well; he had been planning it for a long time, and he was as serious as a student trying to memorize all the answers before an exam.

But why did the exam content change?!?

His mind went blank.

However, Bain's energy was disrupted for only a very short moment.

"This doesn't make sense."

He said, "I've studied you, Batman. The impetus for you becoming Batman stemmed from the loss of your parents and childhood trauma..."

me too.

Bain thought to himself.

Batman, the misfortunes of our childhoods shaped us, and that forms the connection between us. We are so similar; we are the same kind of people.

"Your parents hold a very important place in your life, and you can't possibly ignore them. Stand up, Batman. These little tricks won't fool me; they'll only tarnish our fight."

"You'll know what's going on when you see me dig them out of their graves. I'm going to—"

"Hahaha, you want to grind them to dust, or take their bones and make bone broth?"

Then he saw Batman say, "Cook it, hurry up and cook it. If you manage to make soup, remember to give me a bowl."

sluggish.

"vomit!"

Thomas Wayne, who was standing blankly in front of Bain, suddenly vomited, spitting out a large clump of disgusting green slime from his mouth. The slime dripped onto the ground and within seconds broke through the paving stones, sprouting into a lush green sapling.

Bain's face darkened.

"All right."

He flicked his finger, and Thomas Wayne leaped into the air, charging toward Batman in a 365-degree Thomas Flair-like, inhuman motion.

He then manipulated Bruce Wayne's mother, Martha Wayne, as a shield, following closely behind her.

If Batman hesitates even slightly when facing his own father, he has a chance to truly cripple him before revealing his final trump card.

呲!

Chen Tao didn't care at all. His half-arm disintegrated into black sand, which then condensed into a blade and pierced Thomas Wayne's chest. Then, he easily took off Thomas Wayne's head, just like taking a cherry off a cream cake.

Bain stopped moving, his running posture paused, and he silently watched Chen Tao tossing the cherry up and down in his hand.

"Tsk, look at that."

Chen Tao said, "Parents redeemed from expired parent vouchers are also expired."

"..." Bain was speechless for a moment.

"What does this tell us? Don't use expired products."

Bain opened his mouth, trying his best to organize his thoughts, but all he felt was stuck in his throat, like a wad of phlegm that he couldn't spit out or swallow back down.

Chen Tao weighed the cherries in his hand, then his gaze lingered on the hole in Thomas Wayne's chest: "But this story also teaches us that we should be more open-minded, even if the cherries are expired..."

"Enough! Stop talking!" Bain covered his head, not knowing why he was the one being provoked; Thomas Wayne wasn't his father.

But at this moment, Chen Tao felt his mind was clear and his heart was at ease.

That's right, this is the real him.

For so long, he has been subconsciously imitating the way Batman acts and plans in the comics, to the point that he has almost lost himself. Even his speech and walk have a strong blues accent...

But that's not right.

Whether he temporarily becomes Batman or is determined to deal with Bane, it is Chen Tao's choice. Even if he wears the Batman mask, what he practices should be Chen Tao's justice—Batman's justice.

Just like he didn't hesitate to murder the Joker before.

He can imitate or even completely replicate Bruce's actions, but he should never become him—or rather, no one can become him.

His sorrow, his pain, his love, his hate—Chen Tao realized that he could not, and did not need to, become him.

"This doesn't make sense." Bain repeated what he had said earlier in an incredulous tone: "Why?"

Because although I've decided to be Batman for the time being, I'm not Bruce Wayne.

Well, of course I can't answer Bain like that.

So Chen Tao gave a generic, all-purpose answer:

"Because I am Batman."

Bain remained silent.

"I understand."

"?"

What do you know?

"You're a madman!"

Why did you suddenly start swearing?

"I'm so stupid, it took me so long to figure out your true nature."

Bain said:

"You see Batman as Bruce Wayne. Although I haven't seen any other vigilantes yet, I can basically guess what they are like: they wear the mask of a superhero, but underneath they are still just ordinary people."

"But you are different," Bane concluded. "There has never been a Bruce Wayne disguised as Batman, only Batman disguised as Bruce Wayne."

"My mistake was that I tried to use the logic of a normal person to deduce your behavior, while ignoring the fact that you and your enemies are all madmen. And among madmen, there is never a question of who is less mad or who is more mad."

"Therefore, Bruce Wayne's sorrows and grudges are completely irrelevant. No matter how much I hurt Thomas Wayne, I can't stir up even a shred of emotion in Batman, because Bruce Wayne doesn't exist... He's just a mannequin, a mask. Underneath the mask is only you... Batman, a madman."

This is a huge misunderstanding.

Chen Tao thought to himself: I'm just wearing a Batman mask.

Of course, he didn't intend to expose Bane's conclusion... To be honest, without the crucial information that "Batman is a time traveler," Bane's deduction seemed to be the most logical conclusion.

He derived a complete set of logic based on a flawed premise, convinced himself of it, and then put on a show of astonishment and surprise...

Uh, never mind, let's just leave this misunderstanding as it is.

Chen Tao stuffed Bruce Wayne's biological father's big head back into its original place.

The plant reconnected the broken ends, and Thomas Wayne mumbled something indistinctly:

"Aba abababa..."

"Well then... Bane, let's reveal all our cards at once. You're not out of ideas, are you?"

"Of course not."

Bain answered him.

He reached out and beckoned Thomas Wayne back, then pulled a projector communicator from Martha Wayne and attached it to his arm.

"Nuclear bomb."

He said, "The Joker is now preparing to launch a nuclear missile."

He tapped on the communicator, and as the 3D image lit up, the clown appeared on the two-dimensional screen projected by the light.

"Hahahaha, bat! Guess what a surprise is?"

(End of this chapter)