Two Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty-Eight, North American Mythical War (339)

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While Bruce Wayne was half asleep, he seemed to hear a familiar voice speaking.

"...criminals must be punished.]"

Um...what...?

"If the law can't do anything to them, then it's up to me."

Well, this is a "superhero", or at least an "anti-hero", but I don't know which one.

Bruce, who had collected a lot of information about the "parallel universe", thought so. He tried to open his eyes, but failed.

"Now, I'm going to kill all the evil criminals in Gotham City," the voice continued: "Are you going to stop me? Batman."

"You can't do that!" x2

Bruce woke up after a voice exactly like his spoke the same sentence in exactly the same tone.

Or should I say, "Batman" wakes up.

After regaining control of his body, Batman quickly confirmed the current situation.

The dark night sky, the billowing fog, the bat searchlights cast on the clouds, and the Gothic spiers standing like monsters lurking in the darkness below. There is no doubt that this is Gotham, but it is not his Gotham.

Batman himself was standing on the roof of the Gotham Police Station, facing off from a distance with a strong man wearing a blue tights and a red cape, suspended in the air. Below, there was a group of police cars and police officers.

Although I don’t quite understand the current form, it should be correct that “Superman” is in a hostile state.

The good news is that this bat armor has enough props hidden in it, so even if it does get into a fight, it won't be defeated immediately.

The bad news is, there's no kryptonite.

"Oh?" Superman replied: "Didn't you just declare that I am not an American citizen? Now you are asking an 'alien' to abide by your laws?"

Those high-minded masters will only cause chaos in any world!

"I don't care who you are or where you come from," Batman paused: "This is 'my Gotham,' and everyone must act according to 'my rules.'"

"Hehehe...hehehe...]" Superman covered his face and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha!

]"

If it were Ms. Bai Jingjing, she might now say "Why is the Prime Minister laughing?" But that doesn't suit her very well.

Batman kept his arms folded, watching Superman laugh wildly without any reaction.

"Very good!]" Superman put down his hand: "It seems that we are the same kind of people - hoo - then - sneer - let's see if 'your rules' - hoo - can defeat 'my rules' --laugh--!】"

As Superman spoke, he breathed heavily uncontrollably. At the same time, countless dark cuticles grew and proliferated crazily on his exposed skin. Eventually, they in turn enveloped Superman, forming a double-eyed bubble. A monster with a dazzling red light and a dark green glow all over its body.

"Your kryptonite trick won't work anymore!]" Superman yelled in a modified voice: "Come on! Batman! Taste the power of 'Doomsday' Ooooooooo-!]"

Batman stared at the mutated Superman in silence.

No matter how you calculate or plan, "this world's self" will definitely die.

unless……

He glanced at the surroundings of the police station, turned around decisively, jumped down, and flew to the other end of the block with a series of hook locks.

"Hang——!]"

The mutated Superman roared inhumanly and followed closely behind, crashing four or five police cars, a flower garden, a newsstand and a cake shop along the way.

Batman stopped at the end of the block and turned to look at the dark monster running towards him.

"Why - hu - stop running - scoff -]" The mutated superman was in front of him almost in an instant, punching Batman on the head.

"One of the rules of Gotham is..." Batman stood motionless: "No food is wasted]."

Peng!

The mutated superman flew back at a speed far exceeding his attack speed.

"..." A woman wearing a pure white women's suit and a top hat took back the cane that had just hit Superman on the head, adjusted her monocle, and looked at Batman: "How did you know I would come?"

Bruce Wayne shrugs: "Because I'm Batman."

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"Bruce Wayne, you have been convicted of 37 charges including 'tax evasion,' 'unfair competition,' and 'violation of advertising laws.'"

Half asleep, Bruce heard a majestic voice say.

"The jury unanimously agreed to sentence you to 648 years in prison. What else do you have to say?]" The judge wearing a wig and mask knocked on the table with his gavel and asked.

Bruce looked around and realized that this seemed to be a Gotham courtroom. He was standing in the dock, and the jury was pointing at him. Harvey Dent in the defense lawyer's table shook his head slowly, and Thomas E. Liott looked satisfied with what he wanted. When he saw him looking over, he mouthed: "You must know how to use the rules, kid."

Therefore, as the universe grew smaller, it also darkened as expected.

"I'm countersuing, your honor," Bruce replied.

"That won't do much to shorten your sentence," the judge glanced at Elliott, whose eyes suddenly widened: "Unless you can prove that he was involved in the crimes you are accused of."

"Of course, your honor," Bruce looked at Elliot calmly: "He controlled the Gotham Pier and forcibly sold food to the shipwrecked people who drifted to Gotham at twenty times the price."

"Ha! What kind of crime is this? Bruce, are you going crazy because you found out that you will be imprisoned for life?" Elliot sneered and turned to the court: "Your Honor, I plead guilty and am willing to accept a fine for this. "

"Your Honor, gentlemen of the jury, he pleaded guilty in court." Bruce continued.

There was a buzz from the jury.

"Silence," the judge knocked the hammer again: "This court has pronounced that Thomas Elliot was sentenced to 648 years in prison for refusing to provide free food to shipwrecked people, and Bruce Wayne was sentenced to three months in prison, suspended. One year, and the tax arrears must be paid back. This is the final judgment.】"

"Okay!" Elliot clapped his hands: "...Huh?"

"You have to know how to use the rules." Bruce shrugged at him, and then looked at the lady judge who had just taken off her wig and mask and was burning the "evidence" with a bored look on her face: "You think so?"

"Please do not have any friendship with the judge in court.]"

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"Huh...huh...ha..."

Just as the pleasant feeling of sleepwalking was interrupted by his own rapid breathing and soreness in his limbs, seeing "himself" almost fainting on the spot, Bruce had to take over the "dream" body in advance.

This seems to be... an abandoned children's amusement park?

Randomly scanning the slide, pink elephant and carousel, Bruce almost immediately confirmed the current status - being led away by the clown again.

It seems that it is not convenient to use the rules this time. After all, there is no food around and the shipwrecked people are not easy to find.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the clown appears and smiles at him, he will probably go crazy and be captured at the same time.

Across multiple parallel universes, the Batman Who Laughs—not Bruce Wayne—is arguably the feathers of a phoenix and the horns of a unicorn, and he doesn't quite understand it.

For personal reasons, wearing Batman's costume, which is designed to deter criminals, is indeed not suitable for laughing, but it is not to the extent that it needs to be completely avoided as a rule. Among the "alienated Batman" in my "thinking palace", At least half of them can and often laugh.

"Hehehehe]" A pale and crazy smiling face appeared on the old display screen of the amusement park: "You are finally here, Bat]"

...Okay, I can add one more thing, I don’t want to use the same expression as the madman.

"Stop your evil plan, Joker." Batman, who was temporarily unaware of the cause and effect, gave a snake oil answer.

"Evil plan? Oh no, no, no, this is a gorgeous show]" The clown shook his head: "I invited Commissioner Gordon and his daughter as guests, but the stage is too small to fit in, so one of them has to go down]"

Two other televisions light up, showing James Gordon and his daughter Barbara Gordon tied to the edge of a cliff.

"You can choose one of them to be an actor, but the other will become the 'audience'," the clown shook his head: "It's not impossible if you want both of them to become actors, but you have to 'go on stage' yourself]"

The fourth TV came on, using an overhead perspective to show the road from the amusement park to the cliff. There were a bunch of exaggerated traps along the way, and a half-hour countdown had even started at the top of the screen.

This plan is too stupid, not as good as the clown in his own world.

"Oh, bat, your decision——]"

"I choose Commissioner Gordon." Bruce replied.

"Huh?]" The clown froze for two seconds, rolled his eyes, and raised his hand to press something: "Oh, well, it seems that poor Barbara is going to fly like a butterfly——]"

Peng! winter!

Following a painful sound, the screen of the TV showing the clown was instantly blurred, and several angry female voices sounded at the same time:

"Asshole! Don't bully Barbara!"

"Dare you mess with the Raptor Squad?"

"Stinky bat, you don't want to save me, just wait for me!"

Bruce shrugged: "After violating the rule against attacking women this time, the response speed was quite fast."

"Do you think you are not responsible at all?" A familiar voice sounded from behind.

"..." Bruce froze and turned around slowly.

Then he saw Barbara staring at him upright, and the white figure floating away just after putting the person down.

After the incident is resolved, shouldn't we immediately go to the next world?

Hello?