Chapter 2505

The Batman Who Laughs left in a great hurry.

But he was still a step too late. When he rushed back to his base, he only found a scene of utter chaos and a half-dead Robin King.

A glance was enough for The Batman Who Laughs to see that an earth-shattering, century-defining duel had broken out here; it was truly a battle that had worn down the very Dao.

And if there were no surprises, the two sides of the battle should have been Robin King and the real Bruce.

It looked like Robin King was guarding the base while Bruce was attacking, but the only question was, why would Bruce attack this place? How did he find his way here?

The Batman Who Laughs picked up the half-dead Robin King, only to discover that the body he was using now was not the original one, but some manipulated crazy Robin whose spirit had occupied this vessel.

The Batman Who Laughs woke Robin King up. He didn't know if he was seeing things, but he actually saw a trace of grievance on Robin King's face.

The Batman Who Laughs felt that Robin King shouldn't be the one feeling aggrieved right now.

But he still managed to figure out what was going on from Robin King's mouth. In short, it was one sentence—guard your property and beware of telecommunications fraud.

While Schiller was leading this group of Arkham criminals jumping around in the play directed by The Batman Who Laughs, Bruce wasn't idle either.

Actually, he was quite idle at first, chatting with Robin King about corporate culture, from Barbatos's founding philosophy to his entrepreneurial journey, and incidentally giving Robin King a popular science lesson on the history of the universe he had heard from Barbatos.

But soon Schiller sent him a message, and so Bruce, with a slip of the tongue, accidentally mentioned the matter of The Batman Who Laughs' pollutants.

Of course, at that time he didn't know it was the pollutant of The Batman Who Laughs; he just knew that several Batmen had been contaminated by a mysterious substance and their minds had been corroded.

Once Robin King heard this, he was sure it was the dirty work of The Batman Who Laughs. To show his sincerity in joining the job, he told Bruce that The Batman Who Laughs had also wanted to throw him into the pool for brainwashing, but luckily he was smart enough to swallow a little pill and wasn't completely brainwashed.

But at this point, Bruce looked slightly worried. He said to Robin King, "But didn't you still fall into the pool? Are you so sure there are no aftereffects?"

"Besides, even if you couldn't feel any aftereffects before, that was because your soul was still in your body. Now that your soul is out, who knows if there will be any problems?"

His words made Robin King worried too. After all, his soul had been out of his body for too long, and his body was still missing. If something really went wrong, he would regret it too late.

So Bruce suggested finding a way to send him back. Since Robin King was currently staying in Bruce's mind, what could he say? If you're willing to send me, then send me.

So Bruce came in person to the Arkham universe where Robin King's body was located, followed Robin King's instructions to Wayne Tower, and ended up seeing Robin King's brain explode.

Robin King was almost angered to death, thinking it must have been that Jason's doing, but Bruce stepped forward to inspect it, and both of them found something wrong because the blood splattered from the brain didn't look like ordinary matter.

Robin King leaned over to take a look and knew immediately that this stuff looked very similar to the liquid in the pool of The Batman Who Laughs, or rather, it was a concentrated version of that stuff.

Now there was nothing he didn't know; he had definitely been backstabbed by The Batman Who Laughs.

But the problem facing him now was that his original body couldn't be used, and it wasn't like he could just find any body. Where would he stay now? He couldn't stay in Bruce's mind forever, could he?

Robin King had suspected that this was Bruce's conspiracy to kidnap his spirit body, after all, he didn't know how he got here, but Bruce quickly and generously indicated, "Tell me what kind of body you can use, and I'll go find one for you, consider it a new employee benefit."

Robin King thought it over and felt he still needed a Robin body; it would be easier to adapt if the age and build were similar.

But the Robins of this universe wouldn't do, because they were too old, and more importantly, they were clear-headed and firm-willed. Sending Robin King's current spirit body into them would be like delivering takeout, wouldn't it?

After much thought, Robin King set his sights on these crazy Robins, but the ones he brought out wouldn't work because they were a batch of modified goods with poor quality. If he wanted high quality, it had to be the crazy Robins that The Batman Who Laughs produced later.

Robin King knew that The Batman Who Laughs had never stopped modifying Robins, and the quality was getting better with each batch. The latest batch hadn't left the protection pods yet, and he just needed to get a vessel while The Batman Who Laughs was away.

What? This would expose the location of the base of The Batman Who Laughs? Wasn't that just perfect? Anyway, he was a spirit body now, hiding in Bruce's body. Even if The Batman Who Laughs came back and they ran into each other, they would be the ones fighting; what did that have to do with him?

Rather, Robin King was looking forward to The Batman Who Laughs coming back, just to let them fight until both were injured, while he hid in the back to watch the fun.

As for whether Bruce could actually win, Robin King had seriously thought about it. He felt this guy wasn't simple; his mental space was extremely vast and radiated a mysterious light, appearing to have immense power.

Moreover, he could travel through the universe easily without the help of any props; just a flash of light and he was there. This wasn't an ability an ordinary person had, and even an ordinary Batman couldn't do it.

Convinced that Bruce had the strength to fight The Batman Who Laughs, Robin King was even less afraid and brought Bruce directly to the base of The Batman Who Laughs.

The body was found quickly, but transferring the consciousness was troublesome. Robin King guided Bruce to build a machine, preparing to use it to transfer his consciousness into the new body.

And just as Robin King's consciousness entered the machine, he sensed something was wrong. This machine wasn't built entirely according to his instructions; it contained Bruce's private agenda.

During the consciousness transmission into the new body, Robin King felt himself being read. And just at this moment, Bruce brought over the old body, and most importantly, he had dismantled the belt from the old body.

Robin King immediately realized what Bruce was going to do, but fortunately, he had left a backup in this machine and transmitted his body into the new one in an emergency mode much faster than usual.

And Bruce had already started entering the password into the belt.

That's right, Robin King guessed that Bruce wanted his belt. The belt wasn't the key, but there were a bunch of key props inside. This was Robin King's accumulation over such a long time; he would never hand it over to others.

Robin King, having arrived in the new body, began to fight Bruce on the spot. Of course, without that pile of props, he couldn't beat Bruce, but fortunately, he had been cautious before; the belt had a special summoning device that would fly to where the special frequency was emitted.

Robin King reached the machine at the fastest speed, emitted the frequency to call the belt over, and then fought a fierce battle relying on the props in the belt.

Robin King knew Bruce was strong, but he didn't know Bruce was this strong. This guy wasn't Batman at all; what kind of Batman could fly through the sky and burrow into the earth and also grew 140 pairs of wings?

Good heavens, when Bruce revealed his wings, Robin King was stunned. This style was truly too impactful, and it was precisely because of those two seconds he was stunned that he was knocked over by Bruce with one punch.

Robin King's props were basically all used up. Mainly, he couldn't have predicted that an Angel Batman would come to fight him. Without targeted props and not being very adapted to the new body, he couldn't win no matter how he fought.

In the end, Robin King only had one choice left, and that was to use a new prop he had never used before—the cape of the Arkham Batman.

The cape was actually just ordinary material, but the complete Anti-Life Equation was written on it. Because it was too rushed, Robin King hadn't figured out how to use the Anti-Life Equation, but he knew this cape was definitely not ordinary.

The only thing to do now was to take a gamble and pray that this cape was useful.

The cape was useful, but Bruce's cape was even more useful. He took off his angel-costumed cape, and hey, Uriel arrived.

Hearing only a roar of "Bruce, why aren't you wearing your formal attire again?!!!" Robin King didn't know what happened afterward.

Anyway, when he closed and opened his eyes, he saw that big mouth of The Batman Who Laughs; his belt, props, and cape were all gone.

At the same time, Schiller twirled the new umbrella in his hand. It was still black, except that a string of strange equations was written on the surface of the umbrella, which was still emitting a faint light at this moment.

And the Arkham Batman and all the Robins present looked at this umbrella, wanting to speak but stopping, stopping but wanting to speak, wanting to speak but stopping.

"The doctor's application has been approved." Schiller nodded to Bruce and said, "Congratulations, go write your thesis."

At the same time, The Batman Who Laughs froze in place.

He was completely stunned, frozen thoroughly there, until two seconds later, an incomparably angry roar echoed in his own base—"SCHILLER!!!!!!!"

"Are you sure that guy received the punishment he deserved?" The Batman of the main universe looked at Schiller and asked.

"What does the American mainstream media fear most?" Schiller suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Fear most?" Batman instinctively asked back, "Rumors? Bad reporting? TV stations going bankrupt?"

"No, they fear most that people don't care about them anymore." Schiller said, "All American mainstream media, cultural export ports, and politicians don't fear attacks or misunderstandings; what they fear most is being ignored, and they will fear it more and more."

"Why?"

"Because this is no longer an era where strong ships and cannons can open a country's gates. When people no longer listen to what they have to say, certain things can no longer be maintained." Schiller took a deep breath and said.

"So many geniuses, capable people, and heroes gathered together to direct a wonderful grand play, but the result wasn't to deal with you, or even to deal with your subordinates, but just to snatch the cape in his hand. How do you think he would feel?"

Batman empathized and experienced it, slowly loosened his clenched fists, and decided not to dwell on this topic anymore.

"You seem to particularly hate him?" Batman looked at Schiller's expression and said.

"No, I just hate his existence, but I don't hate his appearance, because this represents one thing, one thing that is currently happening in my universe."

Batman recalled the front-page headline of the *Daily Planet* on the second day of the Gotham Music Festival—"A Nation Twice Favored by the Great Depression, the Stars and Stripes Are Falling into the Abyss."