American comics: I became a god at the beginning, I chose to practice both science and magic

Alfred fell into a coma, and Nightwing fell into the hands of Hush.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Silence held Nightwing hostage, and he said nothing.

Suddenly, he fired a shot out of nowhere.

The bullet hit Batman's suit, causing him to take a step back.

"It's really tough." Jian Mo made a "tsk" sound and put down the pistol.

He shifted his gaze, stared at Barbara, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"I didn't expect you to be able to stand up again, Miss Barbara Gordon."

This tone, this temperament!

Barbara raised her head in disbelief and stared at Jian Mo's bandaged face.

She murmured, "Impossible, this is impossible, you should have died a long time ago..."

"I'm sorry, Honey, I'm back from hell again!"

"Did you miss me? Hahahahahaha!!!"

Jian Mo laughed crazily, and at this moment, his figure completely overlapped with the clown.

Because of the psychological trauma, Barbara couldn't help but curl up her body.

She should have been stronger than she was before the injury, but she couldn't fully display her strength.

But Batman was not shaken by Silence's words, he was always looking for an opportunity.

Now, he found it.

While Silence was laughing, he suddenly threw a bat dart and hit Silence's wrist.

Feeling the pain, the 050 silent pistol fell to the ground.

Dane watched from the dark and shook his head secretly. Does every villain love to talk nonsense?

Batman then stepped forward and launched into a series of small moves.

Whether it is Hush or the Joker, their fighting skills remain at the level of street fighting.

They all rely on ruthlessness to win, how can they be compared with a fighting master like Batman?

So within a few minutes, Silence was knocked down by Batman, so easily that even Batman himself couldn't believe it.

He had been almost fooled by Silence during this period of time, and it ended like this?

Batman couldn't help but tear off the bandages wrapped around Hush's face, but the face underneath the bandages shocked him.

"Bruce? Why are you here?"

Thomas looked around blankly, then looked at himself.

"Wait a minute, why am I here? Damn, it hurts!"

Thomas's face twisted, then he put on an evil smile.

"Little Bat, big surprise! Hahahahaha, you never thought it, it's me!"

"clown?"

Batman was shocked and confused, unable to tell whether the person in front of him was an actor or not.

"No, Bruce, what's going on? What's wrong with me?"

The person in front of me seemed to have two temperaments and two faces.

Sometimes he is his best friend Thomas, sometimes he is his mortal enemy the Joker.

Batman couldn't tell, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

"No matter who you are, please be quiet for a while!"

As he said that, he wanted to go forward and knock Silence unconscious.

"Is that okay? Little Bat, don't you want to know what's going on in that poor little creature's head?"

Batman paused.

He grabbed Jian Mo fiercely and asked him, "What did you do?"

The clown personality pretended to think for a moment before saying:

"Why did you ask the brain doctor to do that in the first place?"

Barbara, who was standing by, ignored her fear of the clown when she heard this.

She quickly took out the X-ray machine to examine Nightwing's brain.

After a while, she told Batman with a desperate look on her face: "There is a high-energy reaction inside!"

The Joker was smug: "A tiny bomb. I went to great lengths to find the right place to place it..."

Batman roared and punched him in the face, just like he had done when he thought Jason was dead.

"Ah~ This nostalgic feeling~!"

The clown was not in pain, but laughed instead.

"Little Bat, how many times do you have to try before you understand? Your fists have no effect on me."

This smile made Batman instantly realize that the person in front of him was indeed the real Joker.

The madness that penetrated deep into his bones was exactly the same as that of the dead man.

"What do you want to do?"

"Do you know how I was resurrected?" The clown answered irrelevantly.

"You'd never guess, it's my blood. I call it the Joker Virus."

"Like I said, Joker is a virus this city can't get rid of, little Bat."

"I live in symbiosis with this city. Can you rid this world of the flu? So you can't get rid of me either."

"Now, I am no longer limited by my physical body!"

Clown virus!

Batman's face looked extremely ugly, if what the Joker said was true.

Then he is practically immortal!

But the Joker's purpose is obviously more than that. He suddenly said to Batman with a sly smile:

"When I realized how important my blood was, I suddenly thought of the Scarecrow."

Batman's heart skipped a beat.

The Joker's tone was not without regret: "He died too early, so I have to do this myself."

After pretending to reminisce, he continued:

"I took that...what's that device called?"

Batman said word by word: "Rainstorm Device!"

"Yes, that's the thing! I fixed it."

"Tell me, is it suitable for spreading my blood throughout the city?"

"It's exciting just to think about it. There will be countless of me in Gotham. It will definitely be very lively, hahahahaha!"

Batman shuddered at the thought of such a scene, and Barbara was also stunned by the plan.

At this time, the clown showed his fangs and held up two fingers:

"Now, you have two choices, little bat."

"You can go and shut down that machine and save the city once again."

"Or..." He looked at Nightwing beside him with a sly smile: "You can also choose to save this poor little boy."

"In fifteen minutes, one of them will explode."

"Let me remind you that the remote control that can stop the bomb in his head is hidden in this manor. You don't have much time."

"Come on, Batman, make your choice!"

Batman is caught in a dilemma, and Barbara pushes Nightwing into the Batcave.

"Bruce!"

Barbara's voice startled Batman awake. He was completely panicked this time and subconsciously said, "What?"

"Dick, it's impossible for us to remove the bomb in his brain!"

The Batman family has no doctor, and even the best doctor cannot open the skull and remove the object within fifteen minutes.

Oh, by the way, it’s not fifteen minutes now.

Even if this amount of time is used to find the remote control, it may not be enough, as Wayne Manor is very large.

Batman closed his eyes tiredly and made his choice.

"Barbara, retrieve all the surveillance footage in the manor and try...try to find the remote control."

Barbara was shocked when she heard this, and her voice was a little dry: "Well, what about you?"

"I have to stop the rain."

This is Batman, he always makes the right choice.

Although it seems a bit cruel, in the human realm, this is the best outcome he can achieve.

Dane applauds the Joker's plan, as he seems to have just the ability to do so.

Every time he hits Batman's pain points accurately.

The Joker did not misjudge Batman, he had long guessed that this would be the result.

But he couldn't help but laugh when he saw Batman's heartbroken look.

But Dane knew that the Joker's purpose was more than that.

Heavy rain and Dick weren't the only choices he offered.

Before Batman could leave, Dane suddenly appeared.

The Joker saw him and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

Dane blocked Batman's path, "Where are you going?"

"Stop the Joker virus from spreading." Batman said firmly.

"I found the remote."

"What did you say!" Batman turned around suddenly.

Dane didn't try to be mysterious; he didn't have that much time.

He pointed his finger at Silence, who was controlled by the Joker's personality:

"That thing is attached to his heart. If his heart stops, Dick can be saved."

"And you still have plenty of time to disrupt the rainstorm."

Now, it is Dane's turn to give him a choice. This is the purpose of his secret cooperation with Silence.

"Now, you can choose the best ending, where both sides can be saved."

"And the price is simply to kill this madman, this sociopathic criminal."

"What do you want to choose? Batman."

Chapter 068 Breaking the Precept

"Is there no way you can turn that damn thing off without killing him?"

Dane was almost amused by his words. He said to Batman in a bad mood:

"Let's not talk about whether magic is that convenient or not. Even if it can be done, why would I do it?"