Chapter 2854: The Great Battle of the Lego Minifigures! (19)

The Batman on the Batwing found the situation very tricky. There were monsters everywhere in the city, and that tower called the Eye of Sauron was monitoring everyone here every moment. The Batwing was hit by a shot the moment it appeared.

*Zzzzt—*

When the tower was charging up, Batman had already wanted to maneuver to dodge, but unfortunately, the Eye of Sauron anticipated his anticipation. The Batwing turned sharply, but the laser retracted, and the next second, with a *boom*, it shot into the tail wing of the Batwing.

Tim picked up the laser gun he had found earlier to aim, but the range wasn't enough; he could only barely shoot down two strange pterosaurs. Dick climbed to the outside of the Batwing and kicked away several aliens that were trying to crawl on.

Batman focused on controlling the fighter jet, but unfortunately, he didn't save the doomed fate of the out-of-control jet. The huge plane plunged down, smoking. The parachute drifted down shakily, and Batman, with Tim in his left hand and Dick in his right, landed steadily on the ground.

"Ha! Good thing I had foresight!" Batman said triumphantly, but the moment he turned his head, a pitch-black gun barrel was pressed against his forehead.

The Joker showed him a crazy, smiling face.

"Caught you, Batman."

"Hey, listen, you damn criminal." Batman raised his hands and said, "Now is not the time for infighting. Do you want to watch our city be destroyed?"

"I certainly can... Hey, wait, did you just say 'our city'?" The Joker was slightly stunned, then narrowed his eyes, grinning, and said.

Within this short second, all the words Shiler had ever said to him flashed through Batman's mind. He immediately lowered his arms, looked into the Joker's eyes, and said, "Yes, isn't this a city that belongs to both of us? I maintain order, you create chaos. This is a stage that belongs exclusively to us."

"You..."

Batman stepped forward and said, "Have you noticed that you can't even hold your gun steady? Before worrying about me and this city, you'd better pay attention to your own state. I think it might... not be very good."

The Joker was stunned. He stared blankly at Batman. After putting down the gun, he stood in place, somewhat dazed, and said, "You mean you want me to worry about myself? Really? You want to say that???"

"I just think it's very surprising. Your dark circles seem much heavier than before, and your voice is very hoarse. What's wrong with you lately?"

"You... you..." The Joker's blood-red mouth began to tremble, and tears gradually accumulated in his eye sockets. He almost screamed, "You care about me?!"

Then he sprang up from the spot, stood on tiptoe, and spun around several times, as if dancing a ballet on the spot. Then he suddenly smashed the gun against the ground, causing parts to fly everywhere. Immediately after, he pulled his own hair with both hands, nearly ripping the hair parts off his scalp.

"Batman cares about me! Did you see that? Batman is caring about me!! He must want me to die early! Because I'm the person he hates the most!!!"

"Uh... if you want to understand it that way, then..."

The lunatics of Arkham were all gathered around, watching the two of them. Suddenly, the Joker stopped.

His hands were clasped in front of him, his head tilted to one side, deliberately looking at Batman with one side of his eyes. He kept rubbing his hands, taking small steps, and stomping his feet on the spot. A bright light shone over, and he turned into a shy cabbage.

"I... I hate you too." The Joker choked out.

"Oh——!!!!"

Violent cheers erupted, and all the lunatics around applauded, cheering constantly.

"So what's the next step?" Tim lowered his voice and looked left and right, saying, "Are we going to hold Batman's hand and hand him over to the Joker?"

"Stop messing around, this isn't a church." Dick refused immediately, and then he said, "If anyone is going to be sent, they should be the ones sending the Joker over."

"No way? You actually support..."

Before he could finish, with a *bang*, Batman threw down two smoke bombs and took the two of them into the air again. With a retraction of the grappling hook, the three figures appeared on the roof. Curses from the Joker came from the street.

Watching the criminals climbing up the building like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea to approach them, Batman sighed, looked at the damaged fighter jet, and left with the two of them without looking back.

"What do we do next?" Dick asked.

"We need a new plane, otherwise we can't approach that eye. Let's go find Gordon and Barbara first. At the very least, they can find us some raw materials."

Soon, the three arrived at Gordon's office. The father and daughter were discussing something at the time. Batman jumped onto the balcony but didn't rush in. It was precisely this one-step delay that allowed him to hear their conversation.

"It's too late, Barbara. I'm afraid I have to go first. Our manpower has suffered heavy casualties. Without enough life factors, they have no way to recover."

"No, Dad, it's still too early. If you disappear, Batman will be suspicious. If he finds a way to stop the others, the plan will be ruined."

"He's not that kind of person..."

"Yes, he might not want to stop them, but wants to jump with them, but then we enter a vicious cycle again... Besides, if he jumps down too, then I'll be the only one left. I can't accept that."

Gordon let out a long sigh, patted Barbara on the shoulder, and said, "I don't approve of you and Batman, but if you two can rely on each other, then also... Batman?!"

"What on earth are you talking about?" Batman walked into the office and asked, "Where are you going, Gordon?"

"That... I'm going to buy donuts." Gordon took two steps back and then said, "Barbara insists on going with me. She's been so clingy since she was little. Since you're here, I'll go myself. Barbara, have a good chat with Batman. I..."

Just as Gordon took a step to run, Tim and Dick rushed out from the front door and slammed the door shut. The father and daughter were blocked in the room by the three of them.

"Tell me what on earth is going on?" Batman said seriously, "Tell me what you and they are hiding from me?"

Barbara and Gordon exchanged a look, appearing somewhat helpless. They were clearly thinking of a strategy, but unfortunately, Batman had come too suddenly. This time, it was clearly not so easy to fool.

Just as Gordon opened his mouth to say something, the TV screen hanging on the wall suddenly flickered a few times. The news channel disappeared, and another face appeared on the TV screen—it was a face almost identical to Batman's, only red light was flashing in the eyes.

"As you can see, I am Batman, but I am different from that idiot. I come from a more prosperous and wealthy universe. In order to contribute to the universe I am in, I have to come and borrow a little bit of raw material from you."

The camera cut away, and Batman stepped forward abruptly because he saw Superman locked in a kryptonite prison and Wonder Woman hung up on the screen.

Wonder Woman roared at the camera, "This is all a conspiracy! Batman! That raw material recycling plan is actually him... It's fake! It's all fake... Mmph! Mmph mmph!!"

Wonder Woman's mouth was plastered shut by an egg that flew in, and she couldn't say anything. On the other side, Superman in the kryptonite prison, while knocking on the green crystal, said, "Sorry! Batman! We shouldn't have kept it from you! But we were also deceived. That's not a lack of life factors at all, but poisoning. The purpose is..."

"See? Your good friends are in my hands." The Batman with flashing red eyes in his eyes circled back to the front of the camera and said, "They need you. If you can't come to save them, then who else will?"

"What on earth do you want?!" Batman turned his head to look at the camera and said, "Let them go, stop your conspiracy!"

"You've lost quite a few men, haven't you?" That Batman wasn't talking to Batman, but seemed to be looking at Gordon. He said, "You don't have that many life factors left that can be used to repair scattered limbs. And if you don't assemble them back together as soon as possible, your consciousness will soon dissipate."

Suddenly, the camera cut, and Batman saw green light flashing in a dim factory room. A group of people were hung above a huge chemical pool. They were all partners of the Justice League.

"I released the monsters in the Phantom Zone." The low voice of the Batman on the screen sounded. He said, "It was to create casualties and consume the already scarce life factors."

"And then, Batman..." His voice seemed to echo in the factory, hitting the walls and stirring up layer after layer of evil echoes, "You're afraid you'll have to make a choice."

"Is it to watch all the life factors be consumed, everyone dies together, or throw your dear friends into the chemical pool to replenish the source of power to save more people?"

*Zzzzt—* The screen turned off. Batman smashed his fist against the wall. He took a deep breath, and then he got another fact from Gordon and his daughter that made him feel incomparably frustrated.

He originally thought he would join the raw material recycling plan with his friends, but in fact, they didn't intend to bring him at all, but wanted to leave him behind, lonely in this world.

What truly made Batman feel sad was not that they were going to leave him behind, but that they had never understood him, didn't understand how much he feared loneliness. This was even more unbearable to him than killing him, but they intended to do so.

Barbara walked up and pressed her hand on Batman's shoulder, saying, "I was also the one left behind, but we all did it so we could have a future. Don't hate them."

"Batman doesn't hate anyone." He said this, flicked his cape, and walked out the door.

Barbara and Gordon watched his back and sighed in unison. Barbara became confused again and said, "What did Superman mean? What does it mean that the recycling plan is actually a conspiracy? Is there something we don't know about this?"

"Impossible." Gordon said, "That information was handed to me by the Waynes personally. This plan cannot have any problems."

"Do you know where they found out the truth back then?" Barbara raised her long-standing doubt. She said, "According to you, Mr. Wei En discovered the existence of life factors through chemical instrument analysis. Is this analysis result accurate? Is there any other evidence to prove it?"

Gordon also fell silent. They didn't dare to think about what would happen if there were problems with this plan. They had already paid an almost unbearable price for it.

Amidst the monster attacks, the Batmobile sped all the way and finally stopped in front of the chemical plant's gate. Batman got out of the car and saw the pitch-black, slender figure on the roof of the chemical plant. ===== CHAPTER 2855 =====