Chapter 2465

But just as Batman of Arkham said, the plan had problems halfway through. The biggest problem was that the symbiote originally used to restore injuries on Batman of Arkham was caught by King Robin's weakness. He directly connected the signals of the two symbiotes and transmitted the memory of Batman of Arkham's injury and pain to Jason.

Batman of Arkham realized this on the spot. He knew that Jason's mental state was originally unstable, and it had finally improved because of treatment. If he were stimulated again, he would only fall into madness again.

Whether Jason is crazy or not is another matter. Batman at that time was almost crazy. He didn't understand why so many disasters had to descend on one person at the same time, why he had to fall to the bottom of the valley just after flying to the high altitude, and why he met despair just after having hope?

Such feelings were too big a blow to people. At that moment, Batman lost his mind. He no longer cared about any plan or not. He had to stop Jason's pain immediately.

Batman expelled the symbiote from his body.

Batman didn't fight an encounter battle this time. It was originally that he deliberately lured King Robin here, and the entire Capitol building had made many arrangements. Not to mention a quick victory against the fifth-dimensional imp, it wouldn't be so miserable.

But the bad thing was the moment Batman lost control, which made him directly throw away the meat shield attachment that could carry the most. The front meat shield couldn't hold it, and no matter how powerful the shooter behind was, it would be a second death. Batman was beaten into serious injury in just a few seconds, and any backhand was useless.

"I could have taken back my cape." Batman of Arkham said, "King Robin couldn't leave either, but I was losing too much blood at that time, my consciousness was blurred, and I couldn't operate the machine."

"Then you should have stayed in place. You knew they would come to save you." Batman said.

"I wouldn't stay in place, because I knew it was Jason who came."

Batman of the main universe was speechless. He knew that the relationship in his own Bat-family couldn't be called healthy, but the Batman in front of him was even more heavyweight.

Although most Batmen don't have long mouths, not having long mouths also depends on the degree. Some just don't like to talk, some want to talk but don't, and there is another kind where others are cement-sealed hearts, and he is cement-blocked mouths, regardless of time, occasion, or place, as if he had caught that kind of disease where he would die if he spoke.

Batman of Arkham obviously didn't want to mobilize Robin, but Batman of the main universe was clear-headed. He knew that what was critical now was the cape, and now he had to save the Batman in front of him, and he couldn't free his hands. This must be done by the Bat-family.

So he imitated the signal of Batman of Arkham's communication channel and simultaneously imitated his speaking style to send a vague message. He felt that even if the Robins he added couldn't guess it, the ones in this universe definitely could. Anyway, they had been living like this for so many years.

There is one more thing Batman needs to understand, so he asked: "How did you attract King Robin over?"

"I killed the Joker."

Batman was shocked on the spot.

"To be precise, he died because of me." Batman of the Arkham universe also coughed twice when he said this, and said, "I held the antidote, but he didn't want it. He died."

Batman breathed a sigh of relief. He had indeed been startled just now, because he had previously guessed that the mastermind behind the scenes who had been making trouble might be a combination of Batman and Joker. As a result, the one in front of him said he had killed the Joker as soon as he came up.

Batman of the main universe had long known what the consequences of killing the Joker would be. That laughing guy was like a moving curse. Whoever killed him would laugh uncontrollably and become the next Joker.

Sure enough, he heard Batman of Arkham say: "He entered my brain, laughing wildly there, muttering."

"Did he cause any harm?"

"He seemed to want to control me and become me, but he failed."

Batman was even more certain of the speculation in his heart. He hesitated for a moment and said: "Is the Joker in your brain the one you know?"

"It's him. He even retains the original memory." Batman of Arkham slowly clenched his fists and said, "He kept showing me how he abused Jason, which made me almost crazy."

Batman seemed to have confirmed some thought and said: "How does that feel to you?"

"I said I was almost crazy."

"Anything else?"

The room was silent. The last question was like a button that pressed pause on all this. The air was written with not wanting to answer, but looking closely, it was actually not daring to answer.

"That makes me... want to laugh."

Batman of Arkham's voice revealed fear. That was an extremely profound fear engraved in the depths of his soul. Batman of the main universe knew that he should have been a tougher guy than himself, but he was deeply afraid.

And Batman understood even more that what this tough guy was afraid of was not the crazy pollution of the Joker. He had obtained supreme happiness from the combination with the Joker.

Batman could imagine what kind of feeling that was. Batman's unparalleled genius combined with the Joker's unique crazy wisdom, they would truly become the God of Wisdom. They would know everything and be able to do anything, and the world would be in their grasp.

This was a strong pleasure enough to destroy anyone's bottom line and integrity. Even Batman was not sure that he could be completely unaffected by it. This was the source of Batman of Arkham's fear.

Batman took a deep breath, thought of the box he brought, his hand dealing with the wound paused, stayed in place for a long time, but finally, as if he had made some important decision, he sighed that breath lightly and restrained his eyes.

"I know why King Robin came... There is already such a Batman in the universe, right?" Batman of Arkham asked.

"That is not Batman." Batman denied. Just because he had just overcome his desire, he could say this sentence so firmly. Those who follow temptation are devils, not Batman.

Batman of Arkham seemed to have a deep understanding of this. He said: "I cannot say that I completely overcame the temptation. Perhaps it is more because I didn't kill the Joker myself, and the virus that infected me was not strong enough, so I was able to overcome it."

"But no matter what, you won, and you will win again." Batman looked into Batman of Arkham's eyes and said, "Think about Jason. You have to recover quickly and then go see him."

Batman of Arkham closed his eyes and stopped talking. Batman didn't know whether he really intended to recuperate well, or he still didn't want to talk about topics related to Jason, or didn't want to see him.

Schiller finished all the examinations on King Robin's body in the laboratory under Wei En Tower. The examination results showed that his skin was corroded, which was not unexpected.

Being corroded was definitely not a necessary process of transformation, but the Joker's aesthetics were consistent from beginning to end. He had to throw everyone into the pool to soak. Could Schiller not know?

The scan of the brain didn't show any very obvious abnormalities. Little Bruce helped to make a dialysis map and also conducted an analysis of the brain structure, but from the perspective of brain science, no abnormalities were found.

This wasn't surprising. This wasn't the equipment used in the Batcave, and they were all products of this era's technology. And even if the technology of the Arkham Knight universe was obviously more advanced than the universe where Schiller was, brain science didn't have any obvious progress, and the instruments used for scanning were about the same. It was normal not to be able to scan abnormalities.

Since scientific instruments couldn't check for abnormalities, Schiller naturally had to use the ability of the gray fog. However, Schiller wasn't in a hurry to use the gray fog to analyze the brain. He first checked King Robin's overall body structure.

As expected, King Robin didn't undergo human transformation. He was still an ordinary teenage version of Bruce Wei En. His body strength and structure were slightly higher than this age group, but still within the scope of ordinary people.

This was a bit strange. Since King Robin had a way to make so many magical small props in his belt, it was impossible that he didn't have a way to strengthen his body, or the Laughing One did something.

Schiller thought it wasn't that there was no such possibility. The Laughing One might not be as completely unafraid of King Robin as he appeared, because Schiller remembered a plot in the comic very clearly.

At that time, the Laughing One threw King Robin into the pool. King Robin didn't have time to swallow the pill that kept him rational, so in a fit of rage, he spat the pill into the pool.

At that time, although the Laughing One said this was useless, the comic's panels showed all the crazy Robins standing beside King Robin cheering for him.

This showed that King Robin might have really become the King of Robins, and according to the nature of the Laughing One being able to predict everything, he must have precautions against King Robin.

Schiller also didn't think King Robin coming to this universe was an accident. He was actually just a carrier for the Laughing One to play games with other forces, having his own mission, just a tool.

Schiller speculated while starting to let the gray fog invade King Robin's brain, wanting to check if there were any problems with the internal structure.

The gray fog kept spreading in. At first, it just searched carefully on the brain gullies, and then began to surge inward.

But just at the moment of crossing the brain epidermis, what Schiller saw through the gray fog was not the ordinary brain structure, or rather, not completely. Half of the brain was normal, and the other half was completely hollowed out, with black and red mucus surging inside.

Bang!!!

King Robin exploded.

It was a physical head explosion. His head exploded completely, and the black-red liquid splashed out accompanied by a huge explosion, splashing onto everything around.

Schiller reacted quickly. After seeing the abnormal structure of the brain, he realized this was a trap. The gray fog withdrew at the fastest speed, but it was too late.

All Schiller had time to do in the end was to open the umbrella, letting those disgusting mucus not touch his body.

With a light bang, the umbrella opened, and the splashing liquid splashed onto the surface of the umbrella with a swish. The sizzling sound came from the surface. Schiller watched with his own eyes as a wisp of green smoke rose from the surface of the umbrella.

Closing the umbrella and lowering his head, Schiller saw that the originally smooth umbrella surface flashing with mysterious colors was corroded by more than half by the black-red liquid, revealing dense scars after the snake skin was corroded.

"... My umbrella!!!"

This was the last sound little Bruce heard.

And Gotham, it was foggy.