civilwarnovels Chapter 2850: The Battle of the Brick People! (4)
Chapter 2850: The Battle of the Brick People! (4)
Chapter 2850: The Battle of the Little Brick People! (IV)
After successfully obtaining the weapon and putting the native Batman of this universe into prison, the next step is naturally to meet up with teammates.
Deadpool had already made quite a noise upstairs, and when Tim and Schiller rushed upstairs, they only saw overturned tables and chairs, and broken building blocks scattered everywhere.
Tim looked at the spilled coffee with some regret, but Schiller took the opportunity to come to Barbara's office. Barbara must have gone to chase the escaped Deadpool, and she left in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to close the door, so Schiller broke in.
As soon as he entered the room, without Schiller telling him to do anything, Tim began to rummage through the drawers, opening the filing cabinets from top to bottom and taking out the documents inside to see if there were any records of any important cases.
Schiller first looked at the felt board with various precautions nailed on it, and then looked at the bookshelf next to it. Sure enough, he found a mechanism on the second layer of the bookshelf.
Schiller pushed the book in, and the bookshelf opened to the side with a clatter. Tim turned around and saw a dark passage, but there was some light on the opposite side, which looked like another room.
Tim followed Schiller with low footsteps, and the two of them walked through the passage and entered a secret room. On the wall opposite the secret room hung a large screen with densely written words on it, but Schiller only captured the most important paragraph.
"Raw material recycling plan - ??? has become obviously insufficient and must be supplemented by ???. The plan will show obvious results after implementation..."
Tim picked up a building block on the table in the secret room. He stroked the uneven surface of the building block with his other hand and said, "In this universe, who made the building blocks appear and constructed the entire universe with them?"
"Do you think they will have a block science discipline, like anthropology?" Schiller seemed to remember something funny, and he said, "Block sociology, block psychology, oh, no, psychology is common to us, then block medicine?"
Tim also laughed and said, "Spend ten years figuring out how to put the parts back on the Lego man in the most correct way?"
Schiller stroked his chin and said, "What do you think this raw material recycling program will be?"
"It's really hard to guess." Tim said sarcastically, "I really don't know who would censor the outline of the plan instead of the specific information."
He pointed to a spot on the screen and said, "It says right here that there is a shortage of molecules that make up acrylonitrile-butadiene-styrene. This chemical formula actually means plastic. Although I don't know what the relationship is between synthetic plastics and molecules, I guess it's because there is a shortage of the raw materials for plastic."
"Also, this one, although it's a made-up word, it can be seen that it should be a certain factory. The specific coordinates of the factory are also written here. This should be the launch time. Let me see, oh, there are still three days."
"Puzzle-solving genius!" Schiller and Tim high-fived.
"So there is not enough raw material for synthesizing plastics in this universe. We need to put some things into a factory for recycling so that we can have new raw materials to produce building blocks. It seems that this factory will be the key."
"Can this coordinate locate the specific location?" Schiller asked.
"No, it's not that specific. It's a range, but it won't be very large. I think we can look around there."
As they were talking, they walked towards the outside of the passage, and then they heard some noise outside the door. They quickly hid by the wall of the secret room passage.
The bookshelf had closed automatically, so they were not worried about being discovered, but the footsteps they heard suggested that there was more than one person approaching, which meant that a conversation was definitely about to take place.
"…Are there really clones that look this similar? They came at a bad time. We will have to recycle the raw materials in three days. These troublemakers may cause us trouble."
It sounded like a male voice. Schiller guessed it might be Gordon's voice. He looked at Tim, who spread his hands and said, "You can't ask me to judge the height and weight of the Lego man from the sound of his footsteps. The only thing I can tell you is that he is made of plastic."
"I can control the situation." Barbara's voice rang out, and she said, "The only trouble is the addition of a Batman, but it doesn't matter, he can't escape the police station prison, everything will go smoothly."
"I'm afraid you underestimate Batman. No matter which one of them is a clone, I'm afraid..."
"Bang! Bang! Beep - Warning! Warning! Warning! Someone has escaped from prison!"
"I told you not to underestimate Batman!"
When Schiller and Tim came out of the passage, the two men had already left. Tim sighed and said, "'Don't underestimate Batman'? Come on, who can that broken lock protect against?"
"Everything here is so sloppy, like playing house," Tim said. "Although my own self in other universes told me that my universe is also a bit sloppy, it's not as bad as this."
"You'll get used to it, but if I'm not mistaken, our teammates will make them understand what it means to truly 'don't underestimate Batman'."
"Huh! Ha!"
With a snap, the window of the Gotham Police Station shattered, and a pitch-black grappling hook grabbed the tail wing of the equally black Batfighter. Batman rushed out of the window and soared into the air.
He laughed triumphantly, turned to Barbara who was standing in front of the window and said, "You can't catch me because I'm Batman! ... By the way, velvet striped pajamas are not tacky at all!"
"I agree." A cold voice sounded, Batman turned around suddenly and saw another figure of himself.
Batman was about to open his mouth to speak when he realized that he was in mid-air and the other party...
Swish!
The hook rope was cut.
Batman slowly turned his head back, looked forward, pointed to the side and said, "You know, I never want to agree with him, but who makes us two people?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
boom!
Batman did not fall to the ground, but was caught by an air cushion. The Joker took back the air pump, and a group of people rushed forward and carried the struggling Batman away.
The Batman from the main universe wearing a jetpack slowly landed on the ground. His appearance was actually somewhat different from the Batman in this universe, especially the cape, which was much longer and looked like real bat wings when the tail was spread out.
He walked out slowly from behind the Joker, and his voice, not hoarse but smooth as string music, rang out, "I have fulfilled my promise, you have got Batman, what else do you want?"
"I...I..." The clown's chest rose and fell violently, tears welled up in his eyes. He put his hands in front of his mouth and choked, "I want him to hate me. I want him to regard me as his biggest enemy. I want him to hate only me..."
"Very good." Batman paced to the other side and said, "What do you think can make him hate you? Create more murders? Release more criminals? You know, this is of course not possible."
"Why not?!" The clown stretched his hands straight on both sides of his body, and he shouted, "I will prepare the most explosive surprise in the world for him! This is a unique gift that belongs to me, and no one else has it. Sooner or later, he will understand my feelings for him..."
"How sooner is 'sooner or later'?" Batman whispered in the Joker's ear, "So soon that you and he have known each other for more than ten years, and when he faces the question of his greatest enemy, he still blurts out 'Superman' without thinking?"
“I… I…” Tears were about to overflow from the Joker’s eyes. He cried and said, “I don’t know why he does this. He can never see that I only have eyes for that damn big guy. Obviously, I should be his best opponent and the person he hates the most, but he never wants to…”
"Of course you should be." Batman suddenly walked in front of the Joker, but quickly went behind him. This series of actions caught the Joker's attention, making him turn his head unconsciously.
"I believe you just used the wrong method. Although you caused a lot of bombings, they were not a big problem for him. In the end, he dealt with them all, didn't he? It won't be that simple when it comes to Superman."
"You have released enough criminals, but what use are they to occupy the limited space in his heart? Two-Face, Scarecrow, Penguin..."
As Batman read out the name of one criminal after another, the corners of the Joker's mouth began to tremble. The corners of his mouth that had been drooping suddenly lifted up, and a crazy smile reappeared on his face.
"That's right! These damn idiots will only affect Batman's judgment of me. I will kill them and smash them all to pieces!!!"
"No, no, no." Batman shook his head again and said, "Haven't you heard that the living can never surpass the dead? Do you want to hear Batman tell you one day that his greatest enemy is actually a dead person?"
"He wouldn't do that..."
"He will, because that's who I am." Batman whispered, "If I have to be forced to answer this question one day, the names I will blurt out are either people who will never be influenced by anyone, such as Superman, or dead people."
The Joker's expression became a little confused. Batman came close to him and whispered in his ear: "But you can lock them all up so that they can never get in touch with Batman, and Batman will never be able to fight the crime they cause."
"Then you will be the only criminal left in all of Gotham. Even if Batman doesn't want to look at you, he will have no choice but to look at you."
"Then, what about Superman?" The Joker was shaking with excitement, his legs trembling, as if he had seen a bright future.
"He's not a criminal that belongs exclusively to Batman. He can't be around Batman 24 hours a day. If you can find him something to do, maybe Batman will forget about him soon."
The clown's expression brightened, and the tears in his eyes turned into waves of hope.
The dark shadow standing behind him was as dark as ever, as if it had burned a black hole in the gradually approaching light.
On the rooftop of the Gotham Police Department, Schiller threw potato chips into his mouth and said, "He is an unscrupulous bat who instigated the Joker. I should really take a picture of him."
Tim shuddered and said, "No wonder I in other universes always kept it a secret about their adoptive fathers. Is Batman such a dark creature?"
"Isn't it?" A voice came from behind. Deadpool put away his two swords, threw the bag of snacks on the ground, and said, "You DC people are too dark."
Tim shrank his neck and said, "I can't imagine what kind of life we would live if we faced a Batman like this."
"That depends on who Batman is facing. If it's you guys, it might not make any difference."
At this point, Schiller smiled and said, "If it gets worse, he might have a headache too."
Tim thought.