What bad intentions could Batman have?.

Chen Tao had a sweet dream.

He dreamed that Superman was wearing a bat uniform, which, of course, incorporated elements of Superman. There was a big S on his chest, and he had an evil and ferocious expression on his face, and he was doing various bodybuilder poses.

Chen Tao, on the other hand, was wearing a Hawaiian casual uniform, hiding behind Superman's majestic body, glaring with dead fish eyes, jumping around like an idiot, dancing his hips, putting his hands on top of his head, and using gorilla... They applauded in a big way and cheered with loud tongues:

"Great!"

"The needle won't poke, the needle won't poke! Superman really won't poke when he's Batman!"

In front of Superman, villains were kneeling.

Bane, Lex Luthor, Parasite, Metal Man, Brainiac, General Zod...

The most dangerous, terrifying, and terrifying villains.

At this time, they hugged each other and cried together.

General Zod wiped his tears on Lex Luthor's bald head, while Brainiac, a smart guy with level 12 intelligence, blew his nose with his cape.

They shouted, "Wow, woo, woo, Superman is so powerful!" and "We are all defeated!" Then Superman walked up to them with his cool cock, tilted the corner of his mouth, and gave a slight √ , grabbed their collars, lifted them up, slapped them on the left, slapped them on the right...

All the villains were beaten up and screamed like big babies in a kindergarten. The old disco music played like that in the 70s, and Superman kicked them all into prison one after another like a shuttlecock.

Chen Tao only felt that he was very happy after watching it. He put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly. Superman also jumped and jumped next to him to show off his muscles.

Then in the next second, blood flowed from Superman's seven orifices.

Superman was still flexing his muscles, and the blood didn't seem to affect him at all.

Chen Tao began to feel a little scared. He hurriedly tried to cover the flowing blood, but the blood still poured out uncontrollably from his fingers and dripped on the ground.

Superman coughed loudly, as if some invisible spear pierced his chest, and a big hole opened in his chest, but even so, Superman was still showing off his muscles.

The blood gathered into a small pool under his body, and the invisible spear on his chest pierced again. The blood was flowing like a stream, but he was like an exquisite puppet, repeating the standard movements of a bodybuilder. …

Until the cold body fell to the ground.

"No! No! No!" Chen Tao screamed loudly, holding up Superman's body: "No!"

He looked at his hands, which were covered in blood... Superman's blood.

"How dare you! How dare you take away my stable and healthy life——"

"what--"

Chen Tao roared loudly. He sat up from the bed and saw the flames in the fireplace burning brightly.

He slowly rolled over and got out of bed, staring blankly at the flames. The firelight illuminated the beads of sweat on his forehead and the roar that echoed in his ears.

This is Bruce Wayne's mansion in Metropolis. Chen Tao walked to the window and saw the city quiet in the night.

The night in Metropolis is so quiet, so different from the chaos of Gotham City.

The bright moon is bright, the humming of insects kisses the stars all over the sky, Chen Tao knows that dawn is coming...

so good.

He walked over to the lamp and opened his notebook. He trusted it more than the Batcomputer.

He turned to page 1, which read: Superman.

An S-shaped icon of Superman is drawn below, with the words next to it:

Superman is dead dad.

Chen Tao picked up the pen, drew an unhappy expression on the side, and then continued to read what he had written before:

This is too bad. His father taught him until his death that he must protect himself. He would rather die in the storm than let Clark expose his abilities in front of everyone.

Over the years, every time the young Superman exposed his abilities, he was always faced with moving. Although Jonathan Kent is just a farmer, his love for his son has made his anti-investigation vigilance gradually comparable to that of a well-trained FBI agent through constant practice.

No wonder Alfred couldn't find him at all. Under the guidance of his father who was suffering from persecution and paranoia, Clark Kent's awareness of counter-reconnaissance is even better than that of his father. He even checked into a hotel under a false name when he first came to the metropolis.

He accepted the money I gave him. But this is definitely not about being bribed with money, but because he knows how to be like the light, and he hides his differences cunningly and cleverly. I thought that according to Superman's moral standards, he would quietly donate the money to the welfare home.

But subsequent follow-up investigations showed that he did not do so. This is very reasonable. It is impossible for a young man from a farm in Kansas to turn a blind eye to such a large amount of money. It would be contrary to common sense for normal people to donate the money to a welfare institution.

Our Mr. Clark will not allow such unreasonable loopholes in himself. Heck, even if it was limited to this little thing, his self-preservation trumped his morals.

This is not the moral perfection I am familiar with. The situation is slightly worse.

Here is a line of questions in bold red:

How do I convince him to inherit my identity?

Chen Tao turned to another page and continued to write:

I am Batman.

This will be the last journey of my life. I want to find a powerful successor for myself, Superman.

However, my encounters with Superman will likely lead to encounters with many extremely dangerous villains before I end my superhero career for good.

I'm afraid I'll have to take countermeasures against them.

Chen Tao paused, and then continued to write:

Here are the villains I might encounter, and they are all some of Superman’s most classic foes.

1. General Zod.

2.…

3.…

And if I want to prepare for them, I should...

Chen Tao shook his pen and wrote rustlingly for a while, then stood up.

He walked down the stairs and saw that Alfred had already prepared a delicious breakfast. Chen Tao sat down and finished enjoying it with Alfred.

The atmosphere is harmonious and harmonious, and the years are quiet.

At 8:54 a.m., Chen Tao, wearing a Batman uniform, left the mansion. More than 30 minutes later, Chen Tao appeared in an underground base.

This couldn't be called the Batcave yet - although he could call it that. Due to such a short time, the Batcave built in Metropolis, although spacious enough, is not as complete with supporting facilities as the one under Wayne Manor.

But Chen Tao still ensured the most basic facilities.

He walked down the steps and saw Clayface, Deadshot, Cheshire Cat, and Ventriloquist sitting together playing cards.

"It's Batman!"

Harley Quinn came over wearing a strange maid costume: "Dear master! Do you want your maid to make omelette rice for you?"

Then the next second she ran away while standing on her head, happily running to change into another piece of clothing.

Chen Tao turned his attention to Poison Ivy, who was concentrating on brewing some potions.