Chapter 235: The Perverted Bicycle Hero Who Was Cool for Less Than Thirty Seconds

When Ma Ma Zhaodi arrived at the scene on his bicycle, the battle outside the theater was still at a stalemate.

"Fries, can't you make less ice? It's one thing to hinder movement, but my plants are now completely restricted."

Facing Poison Ivy's complaint, Mr. Freeze had no good solution: "What can I do? My weapon is ice, and Batman is restricted too."

"Go tell that to his ice skates."

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Mr. Freeze looked at Batman, who seamlessly switched to ice skates to move across the ice, feeling somewhat aggrieved; this was clearly one of the countermeasures against him.

"Pamela, how much longer until your pollen wears off?"

"Twenty-four minutes."

"Then Thor is moving quite fast."

Hearing this, Poison Ivy was stunned; she turned her head to look behind her, and sure enough, a bicycle speeding like the wind was racing down the road, charging toward the center of the battlefield.

"Finally here..."

"No! Fries!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi, who was sprinting, suddenly cried out in alarm; Poison Ivy turned around again in shock and saw a Batarang directly stuck in the distracted Mr. Freeze's helmet.

Hiss hiss hiss—

Cracks on the helmet began to spread; Mr. Freeze immediately turned pale with fright. He could only survive in zero-degree environments; if the helmet cracked now, he would soon die from overheating.

Pamela glanced at the still-unconscious Mad Hatter beside her; the flowers on her body, which were still releasing floral scent, instantly closed, and another batch of pale purple flowers bloomed, a unique fragrance beginning to spread with the wind.

"I'm here to help!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi entered the field on his bicycle; the wheels immediately began to accelerate and skid upon touching the ice, but after a slight wobble, he relied on master-level bicycle handling skills to stabilize the bike again, moving across the ice as if on flat ground, even accelerating.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He drew the dual pistols at his waist; a metallic curtain of bullets rained down. Batman unfurled his bulletproof cape to block some bullets, his figure swiftly diving into the nearest cover. Several Batarangs traced arcs, aiming sharply at Ma Ma Zhaodi—but none hit.

"With my speed, you can't hit me."

The perverted bicycle hero's maniacal laughter echoed through the arena, while the Penguin, still listening in, let out a long breath and said to the Joker, "Boss, it seems he isn't entirely useless."

The Joker shrugged noncommittally.

Meanwhile, the battle on the other end of the communicator continued.

"I don't need to hit you." Batman's voice carried an undeniable persuasiveness: "Since you stepped onto the battlefield, you're already doomed."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand at all..."

Clang!

The sound of the bicycle skidding and falling rang out; Ma Ma Zhaodi, who had been mocking just a second ago, was sent flying the next.

"Holy crap, what did you do to me? Why can't my hands grip the handlebars... Holy crap, a huge ice mountain? Why is there an ice mountain on land?"

"Poison Ivy's hallucinogenic floral scent." Batman said calmly: "Although the concentration is decreasing, it hasn't fully dissipated yet, and you've already ingested a hallucinogenic dose."

Ma Ma Zhaodi turned his head in disbelief to look at Poison Ivy: "Pamela, you!?"

"What does it have to do with me?" Poison Ivy chuckled coldly: "I'm fine, Mr. Freeze is fine, Batman is fine, even the Mad Hatter is fine. Isn't it just your own problem?"

However, Ma Ma Zhaodi at this moment could hardly hear her answer.

He stumbled to his feet from the ground, walked over to the panting Mr. Freeze lying on the ground, and pulled out a roll of yellow tape, sealing the gap on Mr. Freeze's mask layer by layer.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

With the helmet resealed, Mr. Freeze's breathing finally calmed down, but Ma Ma Zhaodi still didn't stop, continuing to wrap tape around the helmet.

"Thor, enough, enough! Stop!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi stopped; he paused, looked down at Mr. Freeze who was nearly wrapped like a zongzi, and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I didn't recognize you just now."

"Alright, we don't have time to waste. Thor, we need your..."

"Didn't recognize you? Great-grandma, why are you here too? Why did you turn bald..."

Mr. Freeze suddenly didn't want to speak anymore.

After shaking his head and swaying for a few seconds, Ma Ma Zhaodi, who had just entered the battlefield and functioned for half a minute, collapsed onto the street again and fell into an infant-like sleep.

"... Can your floral scent induce sleep?"

"No, ordinary people are unlikely to fall asleep at a time like this..."

"It's over, Fries, Pamela." Batman said: "You both are coming back to Arkham with me."

"Don't speak too soon." Poison Ivy replied: "We are still two against one; you can't take us down."

"But Mr. Freeze is already done for."

Amidst the verbal exchange, Batman's figure, stepping on ice blades, flashed across the ice, heading straight for Mr. Freeze. At this moment, Mr. Freeze raised his freeze gun in his hand but was unable to aim due to severely obstructed vision.

"Stay away from him!"

Poison Ivy immediately whipped out vines, but Batman easily dodged them with a few changes of direction, deflected Mr. Freeze's aimless freeze beam, and arrived in front of him.

Sensing Batman's approach through the blurry light and shadow on the translucent tape, Mr. Freeze swung the freeze gun in his hand, delivering a powerful, heavy blow with all his might at the shadow before him.

However, Mr. Freeze's blind strike posed no threat to Batman; he sidestepped the attack and threw a heavy punch at Mr. Freeze's chest.

Bang!

"Cough! Cough!"

Mr. Freeze suddenly couldn't catch his breath; his armor seemed to withstand Batman's fist, but his chest did not; the punch left him briefly breathless.

With one strike effective, Batman grabbed two Batarangs with both hands and stabbed them into Mr. Freeze's legs as fast as lightning.

"Stay away from him!"

Several poisonous vines whipped at high speed; Batman dodged again, retrieved two more Batarangs, and stabbed them into Mr. Freeze's hands, completely neutralizing his ability to counterattack.

"Best not to move." Batman spoke: "Stay where you are, and I can still take you back; but if you pull out the Batarangs, the freezing gas will escape rapidly, and you will be roasted to death."

He reached out to press the Batcomputer interface on his gauntlet, then looked up at Poison Ivy: "You can't run away either; give up resistance."

"On what grounds?"

At that moment, the roar of an engine suddenly erupted in the sky, and a pitch-black fighter jet appeared above the two of them.

"That aircraft is currently carrying one ton of potent herbicide and is also equipped with a spray system; your vines are useless now."

"An unmanned fighter jet."

The Penguin, monitoring remotely, instantly understood everything: "There were never two Batmen. He remotely piloted the fighter jet to defeat the severely injured Man-Bat and Firefly, then came to the Mad Hatter himself, which is why he could fight on two battlefields simultaneously."

"Quick! Transfer the team sent to the Man-Bat battlefield to the theater!"

(End of this chapter)