I'm Bateman

"What the hell are you going to do?!"

The thick rope made of mud was getting tighter and tighter, and the feeling of suffocation gradually came. Bateman couldn't help shouting, "You want money? You won't get a penny for doing this!"

Are all the villains in Gotham so unreasonable?

Do it without saying anything? !

"I'm not interested in your money, Wayne, my target is Batman."

Mu Nian said with a cold snort.

"What does Batman's matter have to do with me, Bruce Wayne?!"

Bateman said angrily.

Mudface: ...? ? ?

Seems like... makes sense?

"No, from now on I will be Bruce Wayne, and this identity will help me completely solve Batman."

Mudface tightened the rope a bit more, "And in this world, there can only be one Bruce Wayne."

Afu, who had been silent all this time, shot suddenly and smashed three round, silver-white balls hard at Mudface, but unsurprisingly, the three balls did not cause any damage to Mudface, and the gushed mud clods smashed the three The ball was swallowed into the body.

Bateman could see an obvious mocking expression from the inexplicable facial features growing out of the mud.

But in the next second, a muffled sound of "bang" came from Mudface's body, his expression froze suddenly, the mud rope swung violently, Bateman was thrown out, and he hit the wall hard superior.

And Afu also broke free from Mudface's confinement, and Mudface's state was obviously much weaker.

Those three silvery white balls that Alfred threw contained large amounts of compressed hydrogen/fluorine/acid—thankfully, they had some effect.

After learning that the enemy is Mudface, Bruce has already arranged follow-up measures. Both Aver and Bateman have several explosive balls filled with hydrogen/fluorine/acid, but as the main target of Mudface , Bateman didn't have time to throw it.

But the hydrogen/fluorine/acid that exploded in his body only made him weak for a few seconds, and could not directly subdue him like before—his "evolution" made him no longer afraid of the things that restrained him. .

Soon he recovered.

Fortunately, Batman will always have a Plan B.

In the gap of a few seconds, Bateman and Afu looked at each other, turned around and ran, and the two ran in different directions.

Bateman's direction was Wayne Group's Applied Science Division, while Aver went to the main control room.

The muddy face that was relieved did not hesitate at all, and he chased straight in the direction in which Bateman was escaping.

Bruce could only report the route to Bateman in another world, and then quietly listened to the heavy breathing from the other side.His face was expressionless, but his tightly clenched hands revealed his true inner feelings.

Mudface was a little annoyed.

His original plan was to get rid of Bruce Wayne and his butler without anyone noticing, but now there were too many traces to be erased.

And Bruce Wayne, who he was following now, suddenly disappeared.

Mudface stood on the spot and looked around. Before he could make a choice, a loud voice came from his head, and then the ceiling collapsed, and a black figure fell down, stepping heavily on Muddyface's head. .

After all, Mudface is made up of mud clods, and ordinary damage won't do much to him. Bateman already knew this. His battle armor was equipped with a cooling gun, and the mud clods would freeze into ice along the place where he stood.

But now Mudface is not afraid of this, he broke free from the ice cubes produced by the refrigerant a few times.

It seemed that all the props that were effective against Mudface were useless. Bateman fired the claw gun, returned to the upper floor through the hole he smashed, and then ran back according to the planned route.

"Alf, how far is it?"

Mudface was delayed on the upper floor for a while, but soon Muddy caught up and was about to catch Bateman. Bateman quickly asked in the earphone.

"Turn right ahead five meters."

Afu's voice came from the earphones, which also calmed down Bateman. After turning right at the end of the road, Bateman fired the claw gun, and used the strength of the claw to make himself move forward quickly, and it was almost the same In time, Mudface also came to the corner, and the moment he was about to touch Bateman, a "cage" dropped from the air.

It is not accurate to say that the cage is a cube made of blue transparent glass. Even the bottom of the cube was filled with a blue bottom after the cube fell. There is no gap at all, and the mud face is accurately trapped in the middle.And no matter how strong Muddy Face is, it can't shake this cage.

This is a cell specially designed for this kind of enemy. It was originally a semi-finished product in the Applied Science Department, but at this time it has become the best choice to subdue Mudface.

Bateman gasped for a few times calmly standing there. From the perspective of Mudface, Batman was standing there and looking at him coldly, as if he was mocking his own overreach and failure. Only at this moment Bruce, who was linking with Bateman, realized that Bateman was panting at the moment, as if he had been quite frightened.

That's right, how could a rich second generation who has been living an ordinary life from [-] to [-] have experienced such a thing.

There was a hint of complexity in Bruce's eyes.

He has seen a lot of bad guys—this is not rare in Gotham, and he has also seen a lot of good guys. Even in a place full of crimes, there is no lack of righteous people with a heart for the sun, such as Police Officer Gordon.

But like Bateman, who was obviously an ordinary person, was suddenly involved in this kind of life-and-death struggle-it had nothing to do with him. He could obviously refuse, but he still chose to do it.

"why..."

Bruce suddenly spoke softly, the voice was so low that Bateman, who had just stopped strenuous exercise and was still panting, couldn't hear clearly for a while.

"What?" asked Bateman.

"Why are you working so hard, you know, none of this has anything to do with you." Bruce asked, recovering his original voice.

Bateman was silent for two seconds.

why?

Because he is cool!

The unchanging life every day and the huge pressure from all sides made him unable to vent everything he usually suppressed, but he suddenly found that as Batman, he realized what he longed for.

The thrill of constant danger really made him feel good, and this was also in exchange for his own body.

But as a Wall Street elite, he has been in the workplace for so many years, and he is well versed in it, knowing that he cannot say that.

Acting is not only good at Bruce alone.

Bateman straightened his face—even though he was covered by a mask and no one could see it—then he said in the most solemn tone he could, "For the justice in my heart."

After saying that, he regretted it.

——It's over, it seems a bit too much.

Bruce won't give trust easily, he has seen countless human natures, he understands human nature, not to mention Bateman's over acting skills at the moment.

But he was still a little touched, because no matter how many things he thought about, he couldn't keep up with the thinking of a neurotic with strange thinking.

Although this conversation went quickly, from the perspective of Mudface, Batman stood quietly outside the cage, staring at himself with his usual eyes-although Batman's mask made it impossible to see his eyes clearly .

But he knows, he just knows, every Gotham villain knows Batman's eyes! (Bateman: ???)

This made Muddy face a little annoyed, but Muddy face was not without backhands.

To be precise, he can't be called a second hand, but someone can fulfill his wish for him.

Get rid of Batman.

Even though that person's DNA made Mudface feel sick for a while—even a clod of dirt felt disgusting, Muddy Face recalled how he felt when he had to devour that DNA, and he couldn't help shaking, and two pieces fell off his body. lump of mud.

"You think this is over, Batman?"

Mudface hurriedly drove the memory out of his mind, he hummed and laughed twice, and looked at Bateman, his eyes were full of malicious emotions.

And Bateman looked at the cage with a strange look and couldn't break free, let alone the muddy face that could hurt himself.

——Please, brother, anyone who speaks harshly will let go.

And sudden changes.

Mudface's neck made of mud suddenly elongated into a strange arc, and the face made of mud clods suddenly changed into a face of disastrous defeat, with blood-red marks on the mouth and curved upwards on both sides It formed a strange arc, as if laughing, but it looked very weird and creepy.

And his hair grows a piece of green, if there is a Gotham person here, he will definitely scream and recognize the person in front of him.

clown.

Countless destructions were born in his hands, nothing could really buy him off, he just committed crimes for the sake of crimes, a moody lunatic.

It's also Gotham's nightmare.

But unfortunately, the only Bateman present is not from Gotham, he is not even from this world, he has not understood the horror of the clown.

So now he is full of doubts.

——Mudface relies on devouring DNA to become what he wants to be, but...

Can you even imitate the makeup on your face? ! !

Look at this pale face, how much makeup was applied to achieve such an effect? !

And that pale face grinned open its blood-red lips at this moment, and let out continuous laughter, showing madness.

And the moment he opened his mouth, Bruce recognized the voice of the clown. He frowned and said quickly, "The clown is here?"

"So he's really a clown?"

Bateman raised his eyebrows, looked at Muddy Face who was separated from him by the extremely solid glass, and said in his mind, "No, Muddy Face is playing cosplay."

This didn't make Bruce relax too much. Although the clown didn't show up in person, Muddy Face turned into a clown at this time, so the clown must be playing some kind of trick.

The sudden escape of Mudface, who has been locked in Arkham, may also have something to do with the Joker.

He frowned, and countless guesses flashed through his mind.

"For the time being, you won this game, but you won two out of three games, oh no, maybe in more games, you won't get any rewards if you only win one game~ Hahahaha, I really hope you can get the final prize, this game Does the game make you happy?~"

"I have other surprises for you~"

With the weird tone and the expression on that face, maybe other people would be scared to death if they were present.

But Bateman just curled his lips and watched Mudface's performance blankly.

After hearing this, Bruce frowned.

Bateman couldn't handle the Joker, he knew it.

But now, his body has not been replaced. Facing the danger that may appear at any time over there, Bruce thinks about how to deal with it.

And Bateman suddenly said: "To be honest-has the aesthetics of criminals in Gotham always been so strange?"

First there was a scarecrow with a tattered sack on his head, then a mud face covered in mud—even if he could change into someone else, it would not change his essence as a pile of mud—and then this general face A clown painted pale and with blood-red lips.

Now Bateman wouldn't be surprised if an even uglier villain appeared.

It's just—this is too inconsistent with Bateman's aesthetics!

Bateman wanted to turn his face away for fear of dirtying his eyes.

But he still had to maintain his image as Batman. He ignored the muddy face as a telephony machine, but asked in a low voice, "How long will it take for GCPD to arrive?"

"They are already downstairs, and Lucius has been found. He was locked in the destruction pit. Fortunately, the switch was turned off in time, and he is fine."

Aff said in the headset, and also reported safety to Bruce in another world.

The destruction pit is the place used by the Wayne Group to destroy the abandoned prototypes. It will first crush everything in it and then incinerate it—if Afu hadn't arrived in time, Lucius might be in trouble.

Everything seemed to be settled, and Bateman still didn't say a word to Muddy Face who was locked in the cage—he was afraid that he would reveal his identity if he opened his mouth.

It wasn't until he left here that he seriously asked in his mind: "Tell me——for the face of the clown, how did Muddy face become so cruel?"

His tone was a bit indescribable: "With this ability, you can obviously make yourself look better-to be honest, his choice at the beginning was indeed very good, and my face is indeed worth his risk."

Bruce: ...? ? ?

Should I thank you and even praise me?

But at least with Bateman's interruption, Bruce's tense state has been relaxed a little, and the Gotham matter is now temporarily over.He took a deep breath, ready to continue thinking about the conditions for the two people to exchange their bodies - he had a preliminary idea, and was just waiting for an opportunity to verify it.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Someone came for me?"

Bateman also heard the voice over there, he was obviously a little surprised, "No one will come to my house to look for me, buddy, go and see who it is?"

Hearing what Bateman said, Bruce raised his vigilance. He stood in the best position when opening the door. If someone came in and attacked him, he would be able to subdue him immediately. But if it was an ordinary person, he could also make the right decision immediately. Reaction.

The moment he turned the doorknob, the door opened, and the menacing people rushed in made him prepare for self-defense immediately, but when he saw the clothes on them, Bruce stopped his movements.

"FBI, we need to ask you something." The person who came in said.

The glaring white light filled the entire room. In the not-so-spacious room, there was only a table and two chairs facing each other. Bruce was sitting on one of them, waiting for his interrogator to arrive.

There are handcuffs under the table. This is a standard interrogation room, but Bruce is not handcuffed-it seems that the treatment is good, but Bruce knows that this is just a psychological suggestion.

Bring yourself here and put pressure on yourself to say something.

He was very calm—in fact, it was not that he had never been here. In the few years before he returned to Gotham, he had traveled to countless places and experienced countless things, including sitting in the interrogation room for cross-examination.

The "mirror" on the right can clearly reflect his appearance, but Bruce knows that it is a one-way mirror, and people standing outside can see himself clearly.

There are three people standing outside the mirror.

Jack Crawford, the director of the FBI, a slightly fat black man, stood next to Will and Hannibal.

"What's your analysis, Will?" He looked at the people sitting in the room and said suddenly.

Will hesitated, and said: "The murderer is a wealthy upper-class person. He has a wealthy family property and an excellent job. He is proud and even a little narcissistic, which makes him look down on those homeless people without jobs. think they're social trash..."

He paused and didn't say any more, and Jack had gotten what he wanted to know.

"Patrick Bateman, vice-president of Pierce & Associates, is wealthy and well-employed, and as for his character—"

Jack turned to look at Hannibal who was standing aside.

Hannibal paused, and he shook his head: "Jack, you know, as a psychiatrist, the confidentiality agreement prevents me from revealing any patient information—he is my patient, Jack."

"So he has a mental illness?" Jack didn't continue to force Hannibal, but asked in another way.

Hannibal didn't speak, but his expression and tacit attitude gave Jack the answer.

"Don't let your private conversation cloud your judgment, Will." Jack took a deep look at Will and reminded him, then opened the door of the interrogation room and walked in.

Will hesitated for a moment, and followed, but Hannibal didn't follow in - he was just a psychiatrist who came to help, and it was a normal choice not to follow.

Bruce looked up to the open door, surprised to see an acquaintance.

He nodded to Will as a greeting, and Will paused for a moment without responding.

Jack stepped forward, blocking his gaze from Will, and he looked sharply at Bruce.

"You killed Jason Parsons, didn't you?"

In Bruce's ear, there was a louder voice from the other side.

"Damn - what did you do with my body?!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-08-3123:42:20~2020-09-0223:10:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of ugly cancer;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!