American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

With the warden's farewell, Bruce and his companions left Arkham Asylum.

Alfred praised the dean's responsibility and said that Wayne Enterprises would invest more money in the area.

The dean was so excited that he thought he had closed a big deal, and the funding allocated here more than doubled. This was simply a place where you could make money without lifting a finger!

What he didn't expect was that his patients were about to give him a classic betrayal!

……

Inside the car, Martha the Clown and Thomas were far apart, and Martha looked disgusted.

"You were having such a pleasant conversation with the clown, why did you have to interrupt that happy atmosphere! Thomas, you're getting more and more old-fashioned!"

"Shit, I don't want to be with this trash for even a second. I'm itching to kill him. This kind of trash only deserves to go to hell!"

Thomas appeared somewhat agitated. Based on his years of experience fighting criminals, he believed that this clown was definitely a psychopathic killer. According to Thomas's usual practice, he would have robbed and beaten him to death that same day and would never have left such trouble for the next day.

This kind of person is just wasting food and other people's lives! The best thing to do now is to find a secluded place and shoot him. The longer this kind of trash lives, the more harm he does to the world!

"No, I don't kill! You have to do the same, or get out of Gotham, even if you are my parents in a parallel universe."

Bruce Wayne sternly refused, or rather warned, that killing the Joker was absolutely forbidden, nor was killing anyone else allowed here!

Thomas looked into Bruce's serious eyes and slowly loosened his clenched fist.

"Fine, this is your Gotham, I'm not interfering!"

However, Thomas was already starting to want to go back; his own Gotham was the one that truly belonged to him!

That clean Gotham, where no gangster villain could survive.

Alfred interjected at the opportune moment: "Master Bruce, there's no need to be so harsh on Master Thomas. He comes from a post-apocalyptic world; if he weren't ruthless enough, he might be dead already!"

Alfred reminded Bruce that there was no need to escalate the conflict, because they were from different worlds.

"Phew, I know."

Bruce acted this way mainly because Thomas's actions, which involved trying to kill the Joker, provoked him.

Thomas's decisiveness, in particular, was strikingly similar to that of the thug who robbed his parents when he was a child. The childhood trauma, coupled with his parents' faces, triggered Bruce Wayne's reaction.

"Sorry, let's take Martha to a private hospital for a full check-up first. As long as her body can handle it, we'll proceed with the second course of detoxification."

As Bruce said this, he placed his hand on Martha's hand, bringing comfort to the smiling Martha.

“Okay!” Thomas agreed to the proposal. After all, the medical technology in this world was far more advanced than that of his apocalyptic world.

Alfred silently adjusted the car's direction and drove towards their company's private hospital!

..............................

Just three hours after Bruce left, the Joker was released!

He spent an hour releasing all the prisoners and successfully tricked them into working for him.

The asylum's director and staff had also been hanged by the clown, becoming tools for these criminals to vent their anger, and died horribly.

Hey everyone!

The Joker, standing on the dining hall table, roared at all the prisoners, "Now, Arkham Asylum is finally ours!"

This is pointless. We don't want such a small place; we want the whole of Gotham!

“waowaowao…”

"Kill! We want Gotham!"

"Yes, kill all those idiots! Take Gotham back!"

"Let all those rich tycoons die!"

"joker! joker! joker! joker..."

"Now, all of you get on the bus and let's wreak havoc in Gotham! I'll be there for you if necessary! Let's have some fun!"

“Oh oh oh oh oh oh…” ×N

Two buses drove out of Arkham Asylum just like that!

........................

Bruce, who was getting a medical check-up at a private hospital, received an alert from Arkham Asylum.

The person who sent this alarm was the Oracle, who was Barbara, whose leg had been broken by the Joker.

He immediately set off for the nearest secret base, as Batman's equipment wasn't only available in the Batcave.

Thomas followed, wanting to join Batman, while Martha continued her medical check-up at the hospital.

Batman didn't want to waste any more time, so he gave Thomas a spare suit.

Yes, he gave me the Bat Suit, definitely not Robin's.

After Thomas put on the new suit, it automatically conformed to his body and fit perfectly. Not only did it not affect his combat ability, but the special material of the suit also doubled his combat power.

[Oracle access...]

[Hello, this... Thomas, since you're wearing Batman's suit, then please act like Batman! Be as ruthless as possible, but don't kill.]

Thomas paused for a moment, then said, "I'll try."

Barbara: ? What do you mean by "try your best"? Does it mean try to be as heavy-handed as possible? Or try not to kill anyone?

At this moment, Batman sends a message to Oracle: Keep an eye on him, and stop him when he tries to kill! The suit's restriction code is: 1939527. Using this number on the communication channel will lock the suit.

Barbara: [? How could you make something like this? And knowing he was in danger, why did you give him the suit?]

Bruce: "Just in case, I never trust anyone, including myself."

[Okay, I understand!]

One drove the Batmobile, and the other drove the Batmobile, heading in two different directions of trouble in Gotham City.

The criminals in the two buses had already started causing trouble, killing anyone they saw with bloody and cruel methods, and unleashing their repressed bloodlust.

The entire GCPD was mobilized, with Gordon, now the director, leading the charge. When he saw the blood everywhere on the street, his heart skipped a beat.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Click, magazine change.

On the other side:

"Da da da da da...!"

While the police were still using pistols, the mentally ill people on the other side had already started firing machine guns! Their firepower was exceptionally fierce.

"Ward! Where did they get such firepower?! Support! Support! We need powerful weapons!"

"Hey, I've been shot! You guys carry on, I'm going to get a bullet!"

"Damn it, they still have incendiary bombs, stay hidden!"

"..."

……

The GCPD officers are extremely busy and severely understaffed. The mentally ill patients on the other side are all seasoned criminals who know exactly how to deal with the police, and are even very skilled at it!

The bad news is that police backup hasn't arrived yet.

The good news is, it's Batman who's coming!

"Phew, good lad, you came just in time!"

Batman displayed an absurdly powerful fighting ability, charging into a group of criminals and using his top-notch hand-to-hand combat skills to take down a criminal armed with a submachine gun.

And break all their hands and feet.

While the police were watching from the sidelines, Gordon received a message on his communicator from the other side.

"Chief, Batman has appeared here, and he's solved our problem! How's it going on your end?"

"Huh? Batman appeared where you are?"

Gordon paused for a moment, then subconsciously rubbed his eyes. Seeing Batman still fighting the criminals, he exclaimed, "We have a Batman here too!"

"What? Then yours might be fake. Our Batman here has already solved the problem, though he was a bit too rough."

Meanwhile, the police officers on the other side were reporting the situation. Their Batman was hitting without restraint, always aiming for the head. He could knock someone down in two hits. If it weren't for the inexplicable pause, he might have blown the person's head off on the third hit.

"..." Gordon thought he had misheard. The matter wasn't resolved yet. He'd wait until Batman dealt with the criminals before asking. "Then be careful, watch the scene, and remember to call an ambulance."

"Yes, Chief!"

……

Batman was quick too, snapping the limbs of the last few people with a few quick twists. Hearing the screams of agony on the ground, he walked towards Gordon.

"Call a doctor and have them locked up again."

"No problem, thanks to you, Batman! By the way, my men said there's another one of you on the other side? What's going on?"

"Another person came to help; the incident happened suddenly."

"Oh, I see."

Chapter 223 A Terrible Day? Reproduction Failed.

Wayne Private Hospital.

Martha, who had been given anesthesia and was undergoing detoxification, was sleeping peacefully.

She was so fragile in her hospital bed, devoid of her usual frenzy.

Da da da!

A mock knocking sounded, and a clown dressed as a nurse walked in with a wicked grin. He and his men had already taken care of everyone in the hospital.

Solving problems with ordinary people is no problem at all; the difficulty lies in finding this place. It took the clown quite a bit of time to find this remote private hospital.

"Hehe~ hehehe...lucky."

It's good that you're asleep! Hehe~ hehe..."

The clown, moving with tango steps, came to the bedside and carefully examined the data about Martha's body on the medical testing equipment!