Chapter 2839: Lego Minifigure Battle! (Part 5)

After successfully obtaining the weapons and locking the local Batman of this universe in prison, the next step was naturally to meet up with the teammates.

Deadpool had already caused quite a stir upstairs. When Tim and Schiller rushed upstairs, they only saw a mess of overturned tables and chairs, with Lego parts scattered everywhere.

Tim looked at the spilled coffee with some regret. Schiller, however, took the opportunity to come to Barbara's office. Barbara must have gone to pursue the escaped Deadpool and left in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to close the door, which was just right for Schiller to break in.

As soon as he entered the room, without Schiller saying anything, Tim started rummaging through cabinets, pulling out files from top to bottom to see if there were any records of important cases.

"Confused about why the Batman of this universe would put his home in such a place. How confident is he in the continental shelf below this island that no matter what disaster happens, Wayne Manor won't become the second Atlantis?"

Schiller pushed that book in, and with a "clatter," the bookshelf opened to the side. Tim turned his head and saw a dark passage, but there was some light on the opposite side, looking like another room.

Tim followed Schiller with suppressed footsteps. After passing through the passage, they entered a secret room. On the wall opposite the secret room hung a large screen with dense text, and Schiller only captured one of the most important paragraphs.

"Raw Material Recycling Plan—??? has shown obvious insufficiency, must perform extra supplementation at???, obvious results seen after plan execution..."

Tim picked up a Lego block placed on the secret room table. He rubbed the uneven Lego surface with his other hand and said, "In this universe, who would make Legos appear and use Legos to construct the entire universe?"

"Do you think they would have a Lego Studies discipline, just like anthropology?" Schiller seemed to have thought of something funny and said, "Lego sociology, Lego psychology—oh, no, psychology is common to us, so Lego medicine?"

Tim also laughed and said, "Spend ten years studying how to attach parts back to Lego minifigures in the most correct posture?"

Schiller touched his chin and said, "What do you think this raw material recycling plan would be?"

"Really hard to guess," Tim said somewhat sarcastically. "I really don't know who would put a code on the summary of the plan instead of on the specific data."

He pointed to a place on the screen and said, "Doesn't it all say it here? The molecules constituting acrylonitrile-butadiene-styrene in the universe are obviously insufficient. This chemical formula actually means plastic, although I don't know what the relationship between synthetic plastic and molecules is, but I guess it should be that the raw materials for plastic are insufficient."

"And this, although it is a self-coined term, you can see it should be a certain factory. The specific coordinates of the factory are written here. This should be the delivery time. Let me see, oh, there are three more days."

"Puzzle-solving genius!" Schiller and Tim high-fived.

"So the raw materials for synthetic plastic in this universe are insufficient, and something needs to be delivered to a certain factory for recycling to have new raw materials to produce Legos. It seems this factory will be the key."

"Can these coordinates locate the specific location?" Schiller asked.

"No, not that specific, it's a range, but it won't be very big. I think we can look for it nearby."

While they were talking, they walked out of the passage, but heard movement outside the door. The two "whooshed" and hid by the wall of the secret room passage.

The bookshelf had closed automatically, so they didn't worry about being discovered, just listening to the conversation that was about to happen as more than one person came over.

"... Is there really such a similar clone? They didn't come at the right time. There are only three days left before the raw material recycling delivery. This group of troublemakers might bring us trouble."

This sounded like Gordon's voice. Schiller guessed it might be Gordon's voice. He looked at Tim. Tim spread his hands and said, "You can't ask me to judge his height and weight from the footsteps of a Lego minifigure. The only answer I can give you is that his material is plastic."

"I can control the situation," Barbara's voice sounded. She said, "The only trouble is that there is one more Batman, but it doesn't matter. He can't escape from the police station prison. Everything will proceed smoothly."

"I'm afraid you underestimate Batman too much. No matter which one of them is a clone, I'm afraid..."

"Bang! Bang bang! Beep—warning! Warning! Warning! Someone escaped from prison!"

"I told you earlier, don't underestimate Batman!"

By the time Schiller and Tim crawled out of the passage, those two had already left. Tim sighed and said, "'Don't underestimate Batman'? Come on, who can that broken lock stop?"

"Everything here is as sloppy as playing house," Tim said. "Although the me from other universes told me that the universe I'm in is also a bit sloppy, it's not to this extent."

"Get used to it. But if I'm not mistaken, our teammates will let them understand what 'real don't underestimate Batman' means."

"Hoo! Ha!"

With a "slap," the window of the Cat Getan Police Station shattered. The pitch-black grappling hook grabbed the tail of the equally pitch-black Batwing. Batman rushed out of the window and soared into the air.

He laughed triumphantly, turned his head to look at Barbara standing in front of the window, and said, "You can't catch me because I am Batman!... By the way, velvet striped pajamas are not earthy at all!"

"I agree," a cold voice sounded. Batman turned his head fiercely and saw another figure of himself.

Batman just wanted to open his mouth to speak, but realized he was in mid-air now, so the other party...

Swish!

The grappling hook rope was cut.

Batman's head slowly turned back, looking straight ahead, pointed his finger to the side, and said, "You know, I never wanted to agree with him, but since we are one person, what can I do?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Bang!

Batman didn't fall into pieces on the ground, but was caught by an air cushion. Joker retracted the air pump, and a group of people swarmed up and carried the struggling Batman away.

The Prime Universe Batman wearing a jetpack landed slowly. His appearance was actually somewhat different from the Batman of this universe, especially the cape, which was much longer and looked like real bat wings when spread out.

He walked out slowly from behind Joker. His voice, which was not hoarse but as smooth as string music, sounded, "I fulfilled the promise. You got Batman. What else do you want?"

"I... I..." Joker's chest heaved violently, tears welled up in his eyes. He put his hands in front of his mouth, choked, and said, "I want him to hate me. I want him to treat me as his greatest enemy. I want him to only be able to hate me alone..."

"Very good," Batman paced to the other side again. "What do you think you can do to make him hate you? Create more homicides? Release more criminals? You know, that certainly won't work."

"Why won't it work?!" Joker's hands were stretched straight on both sides of his body. He shouted loudly, "I will prepare the most explosive surprise in the world for him! This is a unique gift that belongs to me, which no one else has. He will understand what I have for him sooner or later..."

"'Sooner or later'—how soon? You and he have known each other for more than ten years. When he faced the question of 'greatest enemy,' he still blurted out 'Superman' without hesitation?"

"I... I..." Tears welled up in Joker's eyes, almost overflowing. He said with a crying voice, "I don't know why he wants to do this. He never sees that I only have that damn big guy in my eyes. Clearly, I should be his best opponent, the person he hates most, but he never wants to..."

"Of course you should be." Batman suddenly walked in front of Joker, but soon circled behind him. This series of actions attracted Joker's attention, making him turn his head involuntarily.

"I believe you just used the wrong method. Although the explosions you created are many, they can't be called any shocking trouble for him. Didn't he settle them all in the end? Things about Superman aren't that simple."

"The criminals you released are also enough, but besides occupying the little space in his heart, what other effect do they have? Two-Face, Scarecrow, Penguin..."

Accompanied by Batman calling out the names of one criminal after another, Joker's mouth began to tremble. The originally drooping corners of his mouth lifted up fiercely, and a crazy smile reappeared on his face.

"That's right! This group of damn fools will only affect Batman's judgment of me. I will kill them all and smash them all!!!"

"No, no, no," Batman shook his head again and said, "Haven't you heard the truth that the living can never surpass the dead? Do you want to hear Batman say to you one day that his greatest enemy is actually some deceased old friend?"

"He wouldn't..."

"He would, because I am such a person," Batman said in a low voice. "If one day I have to answer this question, the name I would blurt out would either be someone who will never be influenced by anyone, like Superman, or only the dead."

Joker's expression became somewhat confused. Batman leaned close to him and said in his ear, "But you can lock them all up, so that they can never touch Batman, and Batman can never go to strike at the crimes they cause."

"Then the whole Cat Getan will only have you as a criminal left. Batman won't want to look at you, but he will have to look at you."

"Then, then what about Superman?" Joker was trembling with excitement, his legs shaking, seemingly having seen some beautiful future.

"He is not a criminal exclusive to Batman. He can't revolve around Batman 24 hours a day. If you can find something for him to do, perhaps Batman will forget him soon."

Joker's expression became bright, and the tears in his eyes also turned into waves of hope.

The black shadow standing behind him was as deep as ever, almost branding a black hole in the gradually arriving light.

On the roof of the Cat Getan Police Station, Schiller said while throwing potato chips into his mouth, "Unscrupulous Batman, inciting Joker, I should really take a picture of him."

Tim shuddered and said, "I really dare not imagine, if we faced such a Batman, what kind of life we would live."

"That also depends on who Batman is facing. If it were you guys, perhaps there would be no difference."

Speaking of this, Schiller showed a smile and said, "If there's more, maybe he'll have a headache too."

Tim was thoughtful. ===== CHAPTER 2840 =====

Speaking of this, Shiler revealed a smile and said, "If it goes even further, he might have a headache too."

Tim was lost in thought.