Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 122 Broken Back
Bane's face turned cold. Although he didn't know who Hulk was, he had obtained information about the green giant from the black market's information network.

It’s a pity that the other party only appeared once, otherwise Bane would like to know how that skinny guy turned into a green monster that could easily demolish a building.

At this moment, Batman suddenly used Bane's palm as a support point, and the whole person was like a sharp arrow, using his legs as a blade, and stepped towards Bane's neck!

This was something Bane had not expected. Batman kicked him in the chin in an instant. He felt like his head almost flew off, and his neck felt the pulling and tearing sensation more than the pain of being trampled.

Bane felt dizzy, saw stars, and even lost consciousness for a short time.

When he came to his senses, he was lying on the ground with Batman squatting on his back.

"I see. Did you use any drugs?"

Batman grabbed the gl11 venom on Bane's back and pulled it out directly.

Bain said anxiously: "Wait!"

However, it was too late to speak. A large amount of venom squeezed out of the syringe, and Bane's body gradually shrank like a deflated ball.

Damian finally reacted when he saw his own people suffer, and immediately ordered the assassins around him: "Catch him!"

He said this subconsciously and hesitated. Shouldn't he say kill the other person?

It seems that because this traitor is his father, he is still a little weak.

No problem. After I capture him alive, if he refuses to surrender and rejoin the Assassin's League, I will kill him myself...

Thinking of this, Damian was very proud. If his mother found out that he was cruel enough to kill his father with his own hands, she would definitely be very proud.

No, she should have said that she still regarded the other party as her father, which was why she had this mentality. A real assassin should treat him as an insignificant stranger and just kill him casually, and not show off at all.

The next moment, he heard the assassins let out muffled cries of pain.

Damian looked towards Batman's position and saw him using moves he had never learned before. His punches and kicks were as fast as the wind. He stepped on Bane's body, taking advantage of the slightest height and knocking every assassin who rushed over back and knocked him unconscious.

Including Bane, his back was broken and his whole body was seriously injured under Batman's continuous trampling, and he fell into a coma.

During this year, Batman never neglected Du Mu's teachings.

Every day after waking up and before going to bed, no matter how tired you are, you must practice the Four Phase Fist dynamic exercises.

In normal times, I use static breathing techniques to exercise my Qi and meridians every moment.

Maybe Batman's total amount of true energy is not much, but his energy recovery speed is very fast.

When facing an enemy that is not too strong, as long as he can continue breathing, he can take the time to recover his breath to maintain his condition and maintain his combat effectiveness.

These assassins are just branch assassins. Maybe they are enough to deal with ordinary criminals, but facing Batman, especially those whose individual strength has been further improved and completely surpassed the standard of "human limits", they are nothing more than minions.

Damian looked in shock at the assassins around him who were gradually lying on the ground.

Gradually, Batman was the only 'man' left standing in the entire sewer hub.

He was breathing heavily, blood was dripping from his mouth, his body was covered in dust, and he looked extremely miserable.

But he was the only man standing.

Damian looked at Batman who was gradually approaching and felt a little flustered, but he still forced himself to calm down.

This is not easy for a child who is barely as tall as an adult's thigh.

Looking at Batman who was slowly walking towards him, Damian took a deep breath, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and said coldly to Batman: "Come on, you still have one last enemy left, I'm not afraid of you!"

Batman's steps did not stop at all. Damian was under increasing pressure. Sweat began to appear on his forehead as he kept wondering from which direction the opponent would attack.

He went through very rigorous training, and every time he tried to escape or showed weakness during training, he would be met with more intense attacks and scolding from his mother.

Damian kept calculating Batman's next attack trajectory. Even though the other party seemed to have no intention of attacking now, when he walked with his mother, he had to be nervous every minute and every second, alert to his mother's sneak attack at any time.

If he realized his mother's sneak attack and protected his vital points, he would get rare praise. Once he was not sufficiently vigilant against his mother and really relaxed, what awaited him was the torture of hell.

Damian held his breath, preparing himself to go all out.

Here it comes... Will he kick first, or punch first? His fist is injured, so he may not punch, but he may also use it to paralyze me.

But no matter what, he currently only had no armor on his chin and right hand, so his only targets were these two places. But the opponent must have been mentally prepared, and he had to find his flaws...

There is a flaw! And it is a huge flaw.

Damian couldn't believe that the opponent would approach him with an open door without any protection, so that his dagger only grazed the side of the opponent, who was thought to be dodged, and only scratched Batman's cheek, causing bright red blood to flow.

The next moment, he was embraced in a strong hug.

Damian, who had never been held since birth, was completely confused.

He didn't understand what this attack was. Was it a back throw? But since he was so short, there was no need for that. Was it a throw? This move was not convenient at all...

But the instincts that come from human genes cannot be erased by simple training.

Damian still felt an equally unfamiliar sense of security from the other person's unfamiliar behavior.

But he didn't even have the words to describe this feeling.

Damian was at a loss and started to struggle: "Let me go! Let me go!"

As Damian struggled, he heard the man's guilt-filled voice in his ears.

"I'm sorry, Damian."

"I won't leave you alone anymore."

Damian was stunned for a moment and even forgot to struggle.

He had never received any training like this before...

He didn't know what attack action he should make in this situation.

After all, he was only a four-year-old child. When he came into contact with an unfamiliar area, he finally became a little scared.

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When Bane woke up from his coma, he felt a tearing pain all over his body.

From a martial arts perspective, force originates from the ground. From a scientific perspective, force is mutual.

Every time Batman steps on Bane's body to attack an assassin, he takes a similar pounding.

When Bane struggled to get up, he was horrified to find that he had lost feeling in his feet.

His back was broken!

Damn, Gotham is more dangerous than he thought.

I thought that the oriental man was the most troublesome person in Gotham, but it seems that because the most dangerous presence was too conspicuous, he ignored the second most dangerous person, Batman.

Just as Bane was trying to force himself to sit up and think about retreating, a melodious tune sounded in the sewer.

“Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…”

Bane looked towards the source of the sound and saw a skinny figure hiding in the shadows of the sewer, only showing an Arkham Asylum uniform.

Bain took a deep breath and said coldly, "Stupid, if you don't want to die, get out of here. It will be enough to crush one of my hands to death."

Having said that, he knew that this psychopath would never be scared away by a few words, so he was prepared to crush his head.

"Hoohoo hehe haha~"

Weird laugh, white teeth.

A pale face slowly emerged from the shadows.

Bane knew the other person. He had already investigated all the lunatics imprisoned in Arkham Asylum, including this Joker.

But Bain's evaluation of him is that he is an ordinary criminal, with some speaking ability, probably at the level of a gang leader, and can use some words to deceive immature thugs, but other than that he is useless.

But at this moment, when he really saw the other person's pale face and the weird and terrifying smile, Bane couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

If his legs were still good, he would rush over and break this bastard's neck.

"Bane~Bane, lovely Bane, thank you for the little toys you sent to Gotham."

The clown was playing with a scalpel in his hand. The dirty blood stains on it showed that it had been used many times by its owner.

Just as the clown walked out of the shadows, another dull sound of footsteps was heard. Bane focused his eyes and saw a monster covered with green keratinous skin walking out from behind the clown.

The other party's ferocious face had almost no human features. The huge teeth were exposed, sharp and terrifying.

Killer Croc.

Another monster imprisoned in Arkham... It is said that due to mental problems, he will continue to become more like a crocodile, so a special area was set up for him in Arkham to make him recognize that he is still a human being.

Unfortunately, the effect seems to be very poor.

"I admire your line of thought, Bane."

The Joker took a step forward, squatted in front of Bane, and looked directly into the other's scarlet lenses.

Bane immediately reached out and tried to grab the other person, but was stopped by Killer Croc.

He raised his head and looked at Killer Croc coldly, but Killer Croc's vertical pupils stared back at him without giving in.

If my spine hadn't been broken...

But Bane was confused, why was Killer Croc following the Joker?

Perhaps his tactics of inciting the gangsters worked again, because it was obvious at first glance that this Killer Croc was not very smart.

Just when Bane's attention was diverted by Killer Croc, the next moment, the Joker's laughter appeared in his ears, accompanied by a breathing that made Bane's scalp tingle.

Bane was very annoyed by this kind of contact and said coldly: "What do you want to do, clown?"

The Joker grinned and stretched out his hand, hooked Bane's neck, and the scalpel in his hand was hovering near the other's cheek.

"What do I want to do? I want to praise you and pat your head. You know, even though you're not very smart, sometimes having the right idea is better than anything else."

"Gotham is Batman's playground. We are all invited dancing partners. One after another, we perform acrobatics, magic tricks, or tell jokes on this stage. In short, Batman is always the protagonist, and you and I are the villains."

"Of course, sometimes I am also an audience member... You know, the only entertainment I had in the mental hospital was watching Batman's performance. He was simply the perfect cross-dressing artist, Shakespeare walking on a tightrope. It was when I saw his performance that I finally understood the essence of performance and art!"

"Pfft-"

Bane was listening to the Joker's chattering impatiently, when he suddenly heard the sound of a knife entering flesh at the end.

He was tense, but was puzzled to find that he did not feel any pain in his body.

Bane slowly turned his head and saw the Joker's scalpel piercing into his own wrist.

The incision is so large that one can even see the wrist joint.

This wasn't suicidal wrist-cutting at all...it was more like the bleeding and slaughter of livestock.

Spring-like streams gushed out from the Joker's arteries and sprinkled on Bane's body.

Bane felt the wetness and stickiness of the Joker's blood and felt sick.

This disgusting feeling even made all the wounds that came into contact with the clown's blood become itchy.

The clown endured the pain, his eyes were full of suffering, but the smile on his face was almost torn to his ears.

He panted and whispered in Bain's ear: "The art of acting lies in the sense of reality!"

"You have to believe in the role you play, you have to devote yourself to it, no script, just the setting! Then, let it develop~"

“All man-made stages are dirty. Only confrontations, conflicts of human nature, and complex choices carried out for real purposes and in real places are real, elegant, and wonderful performances that only a few people can appreciate!”

As the Joker spoke, Killer Croc released his restraints on Bane, and Bane couldn't help but start scratching his body, especially the wounds caused by friction on the steel grid.

He suddenly felt like laughing, and suddenly felt pain in his waist and back, and his whole body felt as if it was being pricked by needles.

"Hehe...is that so?" Bane curled the corner of his mouth, thinking that the clown was worthy of being a clown, so funny.

"Haha ...

"Yeah, hehe...hahaha, hahahaha!"

"but!"

The laughter in the sewer gradually spread, but it stopped abruptly with the clown's roar.

The clown didn't even smile anymore. The corners of his mouth were turned down, and his face was full of dissatisfaction and resentment.

“But there are unsuitable actors who force their way in!”

"He was like a vase that was inserted into important scenes after the director was paid! He interrupted the exquisite performance, disturbed the emotions of the protagonist and the villain, and made the actors leave at will."

"No, no, no, this won't do, this won't do..."

The Joker whispered in Bane's ear: "Go, Bane, influence our protagonist and keep him awake..."

"Get rid of that discordant note and keep Gotham pure. Keep the protagonist away from the temptation of jesters and the deception of flatterers."

"Let him understand that the most important stage in his life is only Gotham, and his indispensable co-stars are only us."

The next moment, Bane supported himself on the ground and slowly stood up.

His spinal cord seemed to be repaired in this short period of time.

At the same time, his mask was rubbed off by the clown behind him.

A pale face appeared under the mask.

He slowly turned around, looked at the clown, tore the corners of his mouth, revealing an almost identical smile, and repeated: "That's right... the most important thing to him is only us."

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When Du Mu completely cleared out the fugitive criminals in Gotham, Batman also returned to Wayne Manor.

Alfred stared blankly at the child in Batman's arms and couldn't help but pick his ears.

"Wait, sir, I didn't hear you clearly... Could you please say it again?"

"His name is Damian Wayne, and he's my son with Talia, a member of the League of Assassins. When she got pregnant, she didn't tell me about it in order to avoid distracting me from my training."

Batman had calmed down by now and spoke calmly.

But Alfred really couldn't calm down. Ever since Batman entered the sewer, ordinary signals were blocked. He could only receive satellite signals from Batman from time to time to indicate that he was safe, but he had no way of knowing the specific situation.

My master went out for a while and brought back a son... Who can stand this?

As Damian continued to struggle, Batman had no choice but to tie him up while describing to Alfred his speculation about Damian's growing environment.

After hearing this, Alfred's heart almost broke.

He looked at the youngest member of the Wayne family with pity, the little master who was much younger than Master Dick, and felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Growing up in that kind of environment, how much suffering did the young master endure?

Without the company of parents, he can only deal with weapons and blood all day long, without any freedom or happiness.

Some people use their childhood to heal their entire life, while others use their entire life to heal their childhood.

Bruce had the care and company of his parents during his childhood. Even if Wayne Enterprises was busy, Bruce was able to stay with his parents almost all day, and their feelings would never be ignored for any reason or excuse.

But the young master… although he was theoretically the heir to the Wayne family, destined to be rich and powerful, he lived like a machine.

Du Mu had also returned by this time, and he heard the entire conversation between Bruce and Alfred.

When he appeared in the basement of the Batcave, Alfred stopped all his movements almost instantly.

Just now, he was so immersed in his heartache for Master Damian that he forgot the most important thing...

That is, the body of Master Damian's mother seems to be still in the freezer of the Batcave...

The person who killed Master Damian's mother was Master Bruce's master, Mr. Du Mu.

This……

Alfred put himself in Bruce's situation and wished he could just jump off the platform of the Batcave.

However, Batman noticed Du Mu and just nodded slightly and said, "Master, thank you for your hard work tonight."

Alfred breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)