Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 230 Not a Battle
"No, this is running away."

The penguin spoke confidently into the communicator: "It was an escape without a doubt. Anyone would say the same thing."

Ma Zhaodi remained silent, only pedaling the bicycle harder, which made the frantically spinning gears and chains and the buzzing of the motor even louder, even reaching the other end of the communicator.

“Listen, Thor, we need you to go back and find Man-Bat. You don’t need to be able to hit the Batplane, but you need to at least hold off Batman or Firefly. That’s important.”

"This conflicts with the Batman's orders, I can't—"

"That's enough, shut up."

Penguin sighed, hung up the communication with Ma Zhaodi, and went to contact Mr. Freeze instead—the remote control button was in his hand.

"Mr. Freeze, I need you now."

"Wait a minute, I'm a little busy right now!"

At that moment, Mr. Freeze's voice came through the communicator. Judging from the sounds of battle coming from the other end, it seemed that he hadn't been able to defeat Poison Ivy for the time being.

"You and the Mad Hatter still haven't finished?"

"It could have been handled, but..."

"Fries, Pamela, and Teach, all three of you are coming back to Gotham City Police Department with me!"

Upon hearing the deep voice on the other end of the communicator, the penguin almost instinctively jumped up.

Batman?!

"The Mad Hatter has already been tied up by Batman, and even his hat was knocked off by the Batbane. Now it's just me and Poison Ivy taking him down."

The Penguin looked back at the Joker, who remained expressionless, only his lips drooped even more deeply.

"Okay, okay, listen to me now. Call Thor over there immediately with the remote. Lonstrom is about to be taken care of by the Batfighter. We don't know why there are two Batmen, but your situation is more important, so call Thor over there right now!"

“Alright.” Mr. Freeze sighed. “Tonight has been terrible. I’ll call Thor for help.”

"Boss, what are the orders?"

The sudden reply made the penguin frown—why did the voice sound so close? Like it was right next to him.
"Boss, what are the orders?"

No, it's right beside me!

Penguin suddenly turned his head to look at the doorway, where the freakish cyclist in black robes was already standing in the lobby, pushing his bicycle.

"WTF!?" The penguin's mindset shifted slightly at this moment: "Only five minutes have passed since the communication started! Did you fly back by plane?!"

"Boss, what are the orders?"

The eccentric biker's tone remained mechanical and calm. Judging from his expression, everyone would think he was a loyal cannon fodder who obeyed orders without question. It was hard to imagine that this was the ultimate slacker who had just completed the entire process of encountering the enemy, collapsing, betraying his teammates, retreating, and then making a quick getaway back to base in just five minutes.

At this moment, the clown's lips twitched. He reached into his waistband, pulled out his revolver, glanced at it, and then put it back in.

“I really wanted to just shoot him,” he said. “But this reminds me of Chuck, ugh, both of them are almost laughable.”

Mr. Freeze asked into the communicator, "Coppert, what's wrong? What's wrong with you?"

“It’s nothing, Fries—just give the order. Thor has already returned; according to him, it’s Man-Bat’s command.” “Even when controlled, his survival instinct is still kicking in? That Thor…”

At this moment, Poison Ivy, who was stalling Batman on the field, was starting to feel the strain: "Fries, if you don't come to help, we're all doomed!"

"Let your poison ivy hold on for a few more seconds—Thor, get to the Mad Hatter's theater right now to help!"

"received."

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhaodi immediately hopped on his bicycle and disappeared into the hall in a flash.

At this moment, Batman, Mr. Freeze, and Poison Ivy had already fought their way from inside the theater to outside, while the Mad Hatter was still tied to the ground. He felt extremely insecure, with a batarang flying past him every now and then, or an icicle sweeping past him—and he couldn't move an inch.

"Pamela, take that damn hallucinogenic drug off me and wake my men up!"

Poison Ivy used her vine wall to block the flying batarangs, then brandished her poisonous thorns to retaliate against Batman: "I told you, there's no cure for this hallucinogenic effect—not even I can do it."

Why didn't Frith get infected?

"Idiot, look at his full-body armor. Do you think he wouldn't design an air filtration system for himself?"

Mr. Freeze didn't say much. He used his freeze gun to scan Batman's location, but the other man was as agile as a ghost, and his armor seemed to have extremely strong resistance to freezing. The cold air did not slow him down at all, making the possibility of freezing him extremely slim.

"Batman came prepared, otherwise he wouldn't have brought an air-filtering mask."

"Nonsense, he always comes prepared; that mask is something he always carries."

Batman listened to their conversation, remaining expressionless, his actions primarily focused on dodging and disrupting the conversation.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield maintained a strange restraint. Not only had the battle moved to a sparsely populated outdoor area, but all attacks were deliberately avoided by passersby wearing hats. After fighting for so long, there were no casualties on the field.

Poison Ivy and Mr. Freeze noticed this, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously formed certain suspicions in their minds.

"Hold on, Pamela." Mr. Freeze deliberately deflected a freezing beam, leaving an opening for Batman to get close.

When he realized that Batman hadn't exploited this weakness, he became even more certain of his idea and said, "The freak biker is coming soon. If the three of us take on one, we can at least escape unscathed."

“No,” Batman interrupted, “none of you are leaving.”

Poison Ivy immediately understood. She shook her head and replied, "Batman, you can't win. The hallucinogenic effects of the flower scent will wear off in half an hour. At that time, you won't have any chance of winning."

"What?" The Mad Hatter, who was tied to the ground, suddenly perked up: "If we can hold out for half an hour, then we're saved!"

None of the three paid him any attention, because the information exchange had already been completed, and the Mad Hatter was now a complete outsider.

“Speaking of which, the Scarecrow has fear gas, and the Joker has laughing gas,” Pamela said casually, waving her cane. “Why doesn’t Batman usually wear a mask? Wouldn’t that reduce the chances of him getting hit?”

"Do you think the mask can protect you from the poison gas they developed?" Mr. Freeze casually fired a beam of light: "Those two poison gases can penetrate the human body through the skin and can also pass through any filter. The mask's effectiveness is almost zero."

"What are you doing?" The Mad Hatter, lying on the ground, looked around and suddenly felt something was strange: "Why don't you use hostages to threaten us—".

Swish!
A tranquilizer dart struck him squarely in the shoulder, and the Mad Hatter's head lolled to the side as he passed out.

(End of this chapter)