American comics: starting from the zombie universe

underground laboratory.

Bat held the green light ring as a trophy, standing in front of the suit assembly machine and gesticulating, as if he was thinking about where to set it.

Not far behind him, Daniel sighed sincerely. He realized that he really lacked experience in communicating with mentally ill patients.

Just now, he told the other party that he came from another universe.

The vastness of the multiverse is impossible for Bat, who is responsible for the intelligence of DC, not to understand.

He was well prepared to respond to inquiries, but to his surprise, they didn't bother him at all. Obviously, the green light ring was more attractive.

As if aware of the depression of his companion, the bat, who was adjusting the detection dimension, tilted his head with a sly smile and said in a low voice: "From the time you appeared in the park, a series of behaviors seemed disorderly, but in fact they all contained extremely hidden meanings. Targeted goals.”

"After my analysis, oh, and a little bit of speculation, you came here for me from the beginning, right?"

"You must have been waiting for me to answer the question just now, and you took advantage of the situation to throw out words that seemed casual, but were actually prepared for a long time."

As he spoke, a hint of excitement suddenly appeared on Bat's face, and his previously calm mood suddenly became excited: "Hehehehe, you are really interesting."

"Is it always like this?"

"The surface is casual, but in fact every word and every expression has been carefully considered, as if..."

His extremely excited expression suddenly stopped, and Bat's excitement instantly turned into anger. He kept scratching his cheeks with his hands, as if he was using pain to relieve the blockage in his thinking.

After struggling in place for a full three minutes, he finally thought of a suitable adjective: "Actor, that's right... You are like a theater actor on the stage, playing the role of Daniel."

"No wonder, no wonder, hee hee hee..."

Without giving him a chance to interrupt, Bat kept laughing to himself, not knowing what caused the laughter.

"From that day on..." The conversation changed and Bruce suddenly told him about his feelings during this period, "I can't help but laugh. I am so sad and so excited. Even pain will make me laugh."

"This may be what he wants. To be honest, many times I can't tell which one is me."

Within a few words, the light of reason disappeared again.

The familiar smile returns, indicating that he has once again returned to the most terrifying villain in the DC world.

Putting the green light ring into the instrument and watching the bat suit and the green light gradually merge into one, the bat turned around and said with a smile: "Okay, why do you want to cross that multiverse?"

"...Asshole, I don't want to tell you now."

"No, why are you so stingy?"

"...If you keep smiling at me, I'll beat you up."

In about 10 minutes, Daniel gave him a clear explanation of the situation in the multiverse.

A strong man can exterminate galaxies with a sneeze, and extinguish the sun with a breath.

The one who is slightly worse is also the master who can explode the earth at every turn.

Facing the Laughing Bat, Daniel did not resort to saving people. He just stated that he wanted to form a team to deal with the threat.

When there are more villains than heroes and their cooperation is more orderly, most of the threats in the world are no longer threats.

Seeing that the bat was still unmoved, Daniel had no choice but to use his trump card.

With a flip of his hand, the beautiful pocket universe emerged. At this moment, the Laughing Bat could no longer maintain his composure.

"What an amazing creation."

Under Bruce's reluctant eyes, Daniel calmly put away the crystal and introduced him to the function of the pocket universe.

"With it, members of the contract can interact across the universe. Needless to say, you should understand the benefits."

Indeed, the moment after listening to his description, countless usage plans appeared in Bat's mind.

Of course, what fascinates him the most is the ability of the pocket universe to travel freely between worlds without being sensed by the existence in the dark.

"Interesting, so interesting..." Many pictures quietly emerged in Bat's mind.

There are scenes of rescuing a childhood tragedy, the arrogance of dominating Gotham, the warmth of family and the extinction of all things. In the end... they all turned into a sneer on his lips.

[System prompt: The contract is successfully signed, and Bruce Wayne is eligible to freely enter the pocket universe. 】

After receiving the prompt from the system, Daniel breathed a sigh of relief. His goal of going to the DC Universe this time was basically completed.

Normally, he could leave. Within half a month, the energy had reached the level of opening the space channel.

The problem is, those who are interested are now eyeing the coming Kryptonian army.

It's no problem if he leaves, but the key thing is what to do with this little bat that smiles all day long?

Players who are born with a crazy factor in their bones will not be surprised to cause any trouble during this period. It is normal for the earth to explode.

After all this effort, what he wanted was not a dead bat.

After all, Daniel had to solve this trouble. There would be nothing wrong with going back anyway, so he might as well stay a little longer.

"Oh." He touched his slightly painful head and said softly, "Tomorrow is the party time. As a newcomer, remember to be kind."

"Hey hey hey, what, you don't look friendly enough in my opinion?!" As he said that, the Laughing Bat smiled friendly at him.

His red lips looked like blood was about to drip at any moment. When outsiders saw him, they believed him even if they said he had just eaten a child alive.

"Okay, okay, don't laugh. I won't be able to sleep later." Daniel turned around and left helplessly. He was afraid that spending too much time with the other person would pollute his spirit.

Looking at the man's leaving figure, Bat's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what kind of thoughts were running through his mind.

......

The next day, in the afternoon.

In a vague and illusory mist, the bat felt that his spirit was separated from the body, and like a toilet flushing, it was irresistibly thrown into the endless and narrow darkness.

When he came to his senses, he found himself wearing a black cloak and sitting on a bench in an empty palace.

Although he was prepared, the magic of the pocket universe still gave Bat an eye-opening feeling.

For the first time, it didn't seem like joining was such a bad thing.

"Hey, here comes the newcomer." A frivolous voice came, with the malice in the words barely concealed.

Breaking away from his thoughts, Bat turned his head and looked at a man also hidden under the cloak.

Venom Spider-Man, Peter Parker.