The talkative raven in the world of American comics

Chapter 155?!

"Jackie Chan, keep going!!!"

"Batman, keep it up!!!"

"With a bunch of furniture around, Jackie Chan is invincible!!!"

"Heh, but this is Gotham. You stinking outsiders have no idea what Gotham means. Bats are invincible!!!"

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"Crow, bring Uncle Long some wine, let him use his Drunken Fist!"

"Batman, say you're Batman, then pull out that gadget from your belt and smash that guy's head in!"

The two groups of people faced off across the distance, shouting encouragement while glaring at each other.

These two groups have very different styles.

The groups representing Batman's side include the Justice League, dressed like Japanese yakuza, and a bunch of Gotham psychopaths in white patient gowns. Their overall style is realistic; they're all like real people.

Meanwhile...

Apart from a little girl wearing an orange onesie and a bald man, the rest of the objects are basically not human!

There are two bears, a rabbit, and Tom the cat chasing a mouse.

Tom the cat, who was chasing the mouse, was picked up by a yellowish-brown bear, who then pointed to the opposite side, making it clear that he was not allowed to chase the mouse brothers now.

This Tom cat was also very loyal; it immediately stood up straight and glared at the other side.

The little mouse named Jerry had one hand on the leg of the brown-red bear-man, and with the other hand, he pulled out a piece of yellow cheese from somewhere and ate it with gusto.

"Hey, hey, whatever your issues are, we'll settle them on stage later. Don't cause trouble now, especially you, Harley! I saw the cake bomb you're hiding on your back! If you light the fuse, I'll drag you back!"

Judge Nightwing leaned forward and loudly reprimanded the two groups of people.

"And that rabbit, if you're going to eat a radish, fine, but don't spit trash everywhere!"

Then, a second later, his head was nudged by a hand, stopping his antics.

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The bat girl withdrew her hand, propped her cheek on her hand, and stared listlessly at the arena below.

That's really rare.

There are also characters that Batman can't handle in the short term.

The guy called Uncle Long wandered around among a pile of furniture, but Batman couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

Of course, it's also possible that the bat mite itself got a controller and manipulated Batman.

In short, Uncle Long's performance was completely beyond their expectations.

Could he really be Superman?

The bat-girl was lost in thought when Robin Tim, standing beside her, spoke up: "I think... things are pretty good now, aren't they?"

"ha?!"

"Don't glare at me yet!"

"The information we have now is that Jason is not dead, and we can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Tim sighed and glanced at the group of people made up of a bunch of animals.

He pursed his lips, his face showing helplessness: "Although we can't deal with these guys for the time being, they haven't caused any damage to Gotham."

"The only destruction might be... Wayne Enterprises turning into a French fry."

"Gotham tonight felt like...walking into a circus performance, it was dazzling."

"The Joker is dead, but the real Joker has appeared."

After saying that, Tim held up one finger and pointed at the two culprits, Oz the Clown and the Bat Mite.

"The clowns of the past represented chaos, the ultimate evil... but these two... they are the clowns who make people laugh, the real clowns."

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After listening, the bat girl couldn't help but sigh.

She knew Tim was trying to ease their tension.

After all, once they became judges, they couldn't move an inch either.

Just like Batman below, they were all controlled.

Finally, the Batgirl said, "But what then? What if things get even worse?"

"As you can see, the Justice League has inexplicably changed, and the criminals held in Arkham Asylum have all been released."

"Oh right, there's also a citizen who suddenly became a Kryptonian; we haven't dealt with that guy yet!"

How can you guarantee that things won't get even worse?

Tim shrugged silently. "Then we'll deal with it together."

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"...Sorry, Tim."

Batgirl realized that now was not the time to demoralize.

Then someone patted her on the shoulder. She turned her head and saw Nightwing.

Nightwing chuckled, "Take it easy, Barnacle. You guys probably remember I used to be in a circus, right?"

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""

Tim and the bat girl both fell silent.

Despite Nightwing's current optimistic attitude when reminiscing about the past, it is actually a very sad memory for him.

His parents died in an accident while performing a trapeze act, both in front of Nightwing when he was still a child.

"Are you sure you want to talk about this?" the bat girl asked worriedly.

"Sigh, I didn't even think about it that way myself, but you did."

Nightwing waved his hand dismissively, then leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head and said softly, "Do you know what circuses do after a performance?"

"What?" the two asked.

"The excitement is over, time to return to normal life," Nightwing said.

"...You're a bit too optimistic, even more optimistic than Tim," the Batgirl said.

"You're being a bit too pessimistic, even more pessimistic than the two of us. Optimism has won by a single vote over pessimism," Nightwing replied, raising an eyebrow.

""

The bat girl helplessly raised her hands, indicating that she had given up.

She was just worried that something out of control might happen later.

If what Nightwing said is true, then she is willing to witness it.

After all, tonight was truly unforgettable.

The Joker died, and then a new Joker appeared.

She regained her mobility and stood up again, at the cost of potentially turning into a giant lizard when she gets angry in the future.

Even after transforming into a giant lizard, she remained conscious.

In a sense, this seems pretty good?

The three judges had different opinions, but they were all aware of one fact.

That's the culprit behind everything tonight, those two strange creatures below.

Oz the Clown and the Bat Mite.

These two...

A creature with its wings folded, its toes pattering on the ground, glances sideways at the little bat-man beside it.

Another little bat-man held a controller and began to control his favorite superhero, Batman, to fight against Uncle Jackie Chan.

"You're cheating!" said Oz the Clown.

"I cheated? What's wrong with me controlling Batman to fight your Uncle Jackie Chan? You've been throwing props into it!" Bat Mite said angrily.

"That's because the Supreme Bat Commander already possesses the All-Powerful Belt!"

"But if I weren't controlling Batman, Batman... wait, whose side are you on? Why are you calling me Batman that?"

"What's it to you?"

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On the arena.

Batman and Jackie Chan, the two people involved, had no idea what these extraordinary individuals were thinking.

If I knew, I would only feel helpless.

Especially Batman.

Excluding the possibility of being controlled by bat mites.

What frustrated him even more was the man in front of him.

After Oz the Clown threw a bunch of furniture and household items into the center of the ring.

The entire arena had become a complete mess.

And this guy named Uncle Long seems to have received some kind of boost in luck by being here.

He threw a batarang, but his opponent picked up a broom and swung it around wildly without any logic, knocking all the batarangs away. He threw a punch, but it was blocked by a frying pan that his opponent had somehow gotten hold of.

He swung his leg and kicked horizontally, and the other person did the same.

Their legs collided.

Then there was a stalemate for a while.

Then Uncle Long pulled his leg back, held his toes with both hands, and hopped around on the spot with his other foot, wincing in pain.

"Friend, are you really human? You look more like a cow to me!"

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Uncle Jackie Chan dodged Batman's attack with a backflip and then said, "I don't think we need to keep fighting like this; it's pointless for either of us."

"I know," Batman said.

"You knew that, yet you still hit so hard!!!"

"I've been controlled."

""

Batman actually didn't want to fight with the other party either.

But he was controlled by bat mites.

Bat mites, being five-dimensional beings, cannot be understood using common sense.

Despite this guy saying he's his biggest fan.

But in reality, I set up a lot of trouble for him, and then told myself, "I'm your fan, and I believe you can solve these problems!"

As for how to solve it?

That's not a problem for the bat mite, it's a problem for Batman!

"I'm going to feign a kick, but actually flick out the barbs on my arm armor. Be careful."

Batman reminded the other person while simultaneously making the corresponding gestures from his earlier words.

Batman's detective instincts told him that the other person was a man of integrity.

Although this Uncle Long's fighting skills are very high, they are actually not enough in front of him.

"Thanks for reminding me, my friend!"

Uncle Long jumped up from the spot, his legs straight and spread apart.

The barbs brushed past my genitals, and I immediately felt a chill.

Upon landing, Uncle Long immediately assumed a boxing stance, ready to fight his opponent for three hundred rounds.

"I know you're a martial arts master, so I'll use my knowledge of the body to show you what I'm going to do next," Batman suddenly said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Batman threw out a smoke bomb.

The thick fog exploded, enveloping the arena in a matter of moments.

"Cough cough"

Uncle Long covered his nose and waved his hand to disperse the white mist in front of him.

"So what's the name of your move?"

"Now move forward two body lengths."

The voice in his ear made Uncle Long carry out the other party's idea.

He decisively ran two steps forward.

At the same time.

Batman slammed down and landed, hitting nothing but air.

"It's quite effective. Then let me win, my friend." Uncle Long wiped away non-existent sweat.

"No, let me win. I can handle these things," Batman said.

"Are you sure, friend? If you can handle this, why are you being controlled?!" Uncle Long shouted.

"6

""

Batman's body disappeared back into the smoke, making it impossible to pinpoint his exact location.

But his voice came into Uncle Long's ears from all directions.

"The guy who controls me is, in a sense, my fan. If I win, I can temporarily regain some control. If I let you win, I can't predict what else that crow will do next."

"What kind of fan is this?!"

"Lower your head, then twist your waist and block with both hands."

Uncle Long did as instructed.

As he lowered his head, he used his waist to twist his body and blocked Batman's punch with his arms in front of his chest.

And then the next second.

Uncle Long grinned and swung his arms: "Dude, I don't even know how many times I've said this to you. Are you even human?"

Why is he so strong?

The bat didn't respond, but repeated, "Let me win, I can handle it."

His figure quickly disappeared into the thick fog.

Throughout the ordeal, Batman repeatedly reminded his opponent of his next move, and Uncle Jackie Chan responded accordingly, defusing Batman's attacks time and time again.

"Alright, I'll believe you for now, but you have to promise me one thing."

Uncle Long grabbed a piece of porcelain from the side and held it up in front of him.

Splash!

The porcelain was shattered quickly by a black fist.

"What?" Batman asked.

"Please ensure my niece's safety," Uncle Long said.

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"Is it possible?!"

I assure you.

After agreeing to the request, Batman's opinion of the guy improved even more.

This also reminded him of Jason.

I've failed to protect him properly twice now.

Batman firmly believes.

Jason must be very disappointed in himself.

And the newborn baby in the manor...

I am such a terrible... father.

As Batman thought about it, he reminded the other person, "I'm going to keep throwing punches. You can raise your chest block a bit higher so that I can knock you out without causing serious injury."

"Are you even human?! What do you mean by knocking me unconscious without causing serious harm???"

Regardless of what he said, Uncle Long still did what the other party asked.

With arms raised in front of his chest, a black fist, with a sharp momentum, grazed between Uncle Long's arms from the bottom up, slightly reducing its force, before striking Uncle Long's jaw.

This is practically a cow, okay?!

As the fist struck his jaw and he lost consciousness, Uncle Jackie Chan mentally cursed loudly.

She then fainted on the spot.

at the same time.

The shouts from all around came like a tidal wave, overflowing with passion.

WINNERIS~~~~

"~~~~THEBATMAN！ ！ ！" (The winner is Batman!!!)

The bat mite swung the handle in its hand and cheered.

Oz the Clown frantically scratched his head, wishing he had just thrown in a few bottles of strong liquor!

The three judges on the panel all gave the bats a perfect score of ten.

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

The Batman faction erupted in a fierce shout, celebrating Batman's victory.

Meanwhile, Oz the Clown's camp only found them noisy.

"How could Jackie Chan lose?! It must be a rigged match! A fixed match! I demand a rematch!!!" the bald man exclaimed.

"Why don't you, Bald Qiang, go and fight him next!" That's what the poop-colored bear said.

"Oh my god, my Uncle Long! The other side has so many tools, while my Uncle Long has nothing. If he had a talisman, they would definitely have lost!"

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On the arena.

Batman regained control of his body, helped Uncle Jackie Chan to his feet, leaned him on his shoulder, and then looked at Oz the Joker and the Bat Mite on the outside.

"All settled"

Just as he was about to say something.

Accident happened!

A black figure appeared out of thin air above Batman and crashed down onto Batman and Uncle Jackie Chan!

The figure seemed stunned, somewhat unable to believe that it had suddenly appeared there.

He ended up sitting on the heads of Batman and a strange man.

Jason blinked: "Huh?"

The bat mite was also stunned: "Huh??"

The three bat-like judges all stood up at once: "Huh???"

The other onlookers and animals were stunned when they saw the figure: "Huh???"

Oz, perched on Jason's head, stared intently at his alter ego, covered in green feathers.

"Eh eh eh desire eh eh eh eh desire eh??????"

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