Chapter 2489

Although Poison Ivy had acted with Schiller before, she knew that he was a native of this universe, and the biggest opponent to face in the future was still the Batman of this universe. Building a good relationship with people from other universes could not avoid being settled by Batman later.

But it was difficult to build a good relationship with the Batman of this universe. On one hand, she didn't know where he was at all. On the other hand, if this irritable Batman knew that it was her mistake that opened the portal, I'm afraid the chance of him listening to her explanation was very small.

Poison Ivy decided to take another path. Batman valued the Bat-family very much, so she would help the Bat-family in this event, so that she could get some sentence reduction treatment when settling the score later.

It wasn't that Poison Ivy was so afraid of Batman, but the problem was that Batman was now using his real name online, and his other identity was President Wayne.

If you ask criminals if they are afraid of Batman, eight out of ten say they are not. If you ask them if they are afraid of the richest man, twelve out of ten will immediately express that they are excellent employees and have never done anything illegal. The president is the same principle.

In order for her future days to pass normally, and even to be able to brush up some favorability with the president and get more plant protection bills, Poison Ivy decided to start with the Robins and give them more clues to brush up the favorability of these little brats.

In fact, the most important clue Poison Ivy held was about the portal she opened, especially now that she knew the portal was actually a cover, and the thing that really worked was that hole.

After Poison Ivy told the Robins this information, the Robins didn't associate anything with dreams. They just thought that the Robin King came from the portal. Since the portal was fake, he must have escaped through that hole.

It didn't matter that he left, the cape was still in his hands. Even if there was no important information on that cape, Robin couldn't allow this guy named Robin King to take away their Batman's cape.

"I think we still have to go over and see." Dick said, "We can't just let the Robin King dig a hole and run away like this."

"I think so too." The Nightwing of the main universe thought and said, "But there might be some danger on the other side of the hole."

"I can go with you." Poison Ivy said. In fact, she didn't want to help to this extent, but the problem was that those polluted plants were still chasing her.

Before, she led a batch of plants to the Vortex Hospital to let herself rest for a while, but it didn't take long for them to gather again. Poison Ivy was too lazy to make a plan to destroy them again. If she couldn't afford to provoke them, she could afford to hide.

The Robins knew what Poison Ivy's ability was and also knew she was very powerful, which gave them a certain amount of confidence, so they decided to go over and see.

After the Robins jumped down along the hole, they also unexpectedly arrived at the dream world. They arrived one after another with Arkham Batman, but one was through that hole, and the other was through Bat-Cat.

Bat-Cat was originally firmly disagreeing with Arkham Batman going over, but suddenly he seemed to have changed his nature. Not only did he agree to Arkham Batman going over, but he also used the authority of the Dream of a Thousand Cats to help him find the location of that dream bubble, and then sent him over.

After sending Arkham Batman over, Krypto looked at Bat-Cat in confusion and said, "What are you going crazy about? You know he is in a bad mental state now. Sending him over will cause trouble."

Bat-Cat snorted coldly and said, "Cause trouble? Don't you realize it yet? We are now in a big trouble."

New Jersey City also fell into trouble.

A criminal calling himself Joker claimed that he had planted bombs in twelve locations in the city. As long as the bombs were detonated, everyone around the bombs would die.

The range of the bomb explosion was a circle with a diameter of four kilometers. Everyone in this circle would undoubtedly die. If you want to survive, you have to make sure you are outside the circle.

The locations of the twelve bombs would be announced one after another, one every hour. Within ten minutes of the bomb location being announced, the bomb would explode.

But if there was no one in the bomb range when the bomb exploded, the location of the next bomb would not be announced, but would be detonated directly.

Joker announced the location of the first bomb, at the New Jersey City Police Department—that is, the fusion of the Gotham and New York police departments.

Everyone was fleeing in a panic.

Four kilometers is a range that is not big or small. If you say it is small, it is impossible to walk out within a short 10 minutes. You must use a vehicle. But if you drive and step on the gas pedal to the end, this range is not much.

However, if you drive out on a straight road, it is certainly fast, but this is, after all, the city center of a city. It is difficult to have a straight road that goes directly out of the range. No matter what, you have to make two turns. Even if the speed is 60 yards, it will take six or seven minutes.

Another point is that it is indeed like this without traffic jams, but it is impossible not to be jammed in this situation. Everyone in this range is rushing to the outside of the range at the same time, and there is only one road to leave this range the fastest. How can there be no traffic jam?

The time for detours plus the time for traffic jams makes 10 minutes stretched. But no one dares to bet whether this madman who can occupy the screens of major media is telling the truth. If this is really a terrorist attack like the Pentagon, they don't want to be the first batch of victims.

The crowd surged onto the road like an ant colony, drove onto the car at the fastest speed and rushed toward the highway. At this juncture, no one obeyed traffic rules, and no one thought about yielding. They just wanted to be faster, faster.

No matter how fast they were, 10 minutes was still not a very long time. Accompanied by arrogance, roaring, spitting, and arguing, the motorcade was still in a long line on the road, but the time had already arrived.

People began to pray that this was a joke, but it wasn't.

The bomb exploded. With a boom, everything within a 4-kilometer range turned into ashes, whether it was a car or a person, or that building that boasted of being so solid, everything collapsed.

Gordon saw Guine's corpse on TV. He was helped into a wheelchair by Bruce. For the first time in decades, he walked out of the bedroom and saw a TV with images.

Even long-term consumption made him numb, but facing this scene, he still closed his eyes.

"Why don't you look?" Bruce asked, "All you can do is watch. When you were a police officer, you couldn't necessarily save them. Now it's even worse. All you can do is watch. Why not?"

"Because I am still a human!!!" Gordon finally couldn't help roaring in a weak voice, "Human sympathy makes them unable to look directly at the tragedies suffered by their compatriots!!!"

"Is that so? Then what about those who plundered my inheritance? Why didn't they show mercy because of the tragedy I suffered?" Bruce asked.

Gordon seemed to be choked by the neck, making a short syllable, but his eyes were still filled with grief and indignation, and tears kept surging in his eye sockets.

"Go save them, go save them... Bruce." Gordon was still muttering.

"I can't do it, uncle." Bruce shook his head and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, and I don't have a car, so I can't rush to the scene. Even if I rushed over, I couldn't help. If I had learned some medical technology before, it would be a pity that I couldn't afford to read medical school."

Gordon's hands were trembling constantly, and scenes of the past emerged one after another, but in the end, he couldn't say anything, just shaking like he was about to stop breathing.

"Should we drive out of the city?" A gentle lady gently covered her not-yet-showing belly, looked at the tall man in front of her and said, "Neighbor Mrs. Wilson said the possibility of the bomb being placed outside the city is very small. Perhaps we drive out first and it will be fine."

The tall man turned around. He touched his face unconsciously and said, "The road out of the city must be very jammed now. If the bomb is placed on the crowded road out of the city, it will be bad. Let's watch first."

The woman didn't say anything more, led the children to the backyard. Soon, the carefree laughter of children came from the yard, but the man standing at the porch touched his face while staring at the table in a daze.

A family photo of three was placed there, looking very happy, but the man always felt that something was wrong.

He picked up the photo. The name was written on the back, and one of the names was signed by himself—"Jason Todd".

He always felt that he should have another photo. There were still three people in the photo, but not these three. Which three were they?

Jason couldn't remember, but the current situation made him feel panicked. And what made him feel even more afraid was that his panic was not aimed at the danger that the possible exploding bomb brought to his family, but a more bizarre fear.

When the name Joker appeared in the news broadcast, Jason trembled instinctively and threw the fork in his hand, almost hitting his child.

But he actually had no impression of where he had heard this name. But after all, he had a serious illness many years ago, had a high fever, and couldn't remember many things clearly. Maybe he had seen some horror movie about some Joker before.

But since that fright just now, Jason felt a bit trance-like. And when he touched his face involuntarily for the third time, he couldn't help but go to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

His face was very smooth, and there was nothing on it. But Jason just felt uncomfortable, always feeling that there should be something there. This time when he reached out to touch it again, he felt a kind of stinging pain.

Some pictures flashed back in the mirror. He seemed to be tied somewhere, a knife was carving words on his face. He suddenly raised his head to look at the owner of the hand, and a terrible smiling face appeared in front of his eyes.

Jason let out a painful groan. His wife rushed out immediately. He waved his hand to indicate that he was fine. In order not to disturb his family's rest, he chose to return to the room himself.

There was also a TV in his room, which was playing news about the bomb attack at this time. The host said that because people died this time, the location of the next bomb would be announced truthfully.

Jason felt an inexplicable impulse, as if something was urging him to leave the room, leave the house, rush to the street, and then find the real culprit.

No, of course he couldn't do that, Jason thought rationally. His wife was pregnant, and the children were still young. How could he leave them alone at this time?

More importantly, what could he do if he rushed out? Although he did often fight on the street when he was young, how could such a large-scale terrorist attack be solved by a little hooligan? Of course, it was better to hand it over to the police with peace of mind and take care of his family first.