I'm Bateman

Klein pulled the scarecrow hood on his head, shook the fear gas canister in his hand, and felt a little excitement.

What the clown failed to do, what the Riddler, Penguin, Two-Face, and the group of lunatics in Arkham failed to do, he, the scarecrow, did.

- Defeat Batman.

Look, look, the poor little bat must have fallen into fear, unable to move and fell to the road, maybe kind passers-by will help him collect the body.

Looking down from the highest point of Gotham, the whole city is brightly lit and looks extremely prosperous, but within a few hours, this city will be full of fear—Klein pulled out a smile.

He enjoys this.

"How much longer?" Klein asked, he couldn't wait any longer.

But no one answered him, and there was silence behind him.

"I said, it takes more—"

There was a hint of annoyance in Klein's voice. He turned around and wanted to ask himself what these stupid subordinates were doing, but the rest of the words suddenly stuck in his throat.

A few strands of moonlight peeked out from behind the thick clouds. Through the faint moonlight, Klein saw his subordinates lying on the ground in disorder, while the only black figure standing not far behind him looked at him expressionlessly. , the cloak fluttered with the breeze, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"Bat..." Klein opened his mouth stutteringly as he looked at the Batman who was supposed to be dead.

But obviously that figure didn't have that much patience, he stepped forward and knocked the dazed scarecrow unconscious to the ground with two punches.

Before Klein fainted, he vaguely saw the corners of Batman's mouth raised up strangely. This was an expression Klein had never seen on Batman's face.

——Is it my eyesight?

This was Klein's last thought before he fainted.

And now the only figure standing on the top floor of the Wayne Building was silent for a few seconds, then shook twice.

"Bam—"

The sound of heavy metal hitting the ground sounded.

"Mr. Bateman? Mr. Bateman!"

Alfred's voice faintly rang in Bruce's ear, and the voice changed from hazy to clear. Bruce propped himself up with his hands and shook his head hard.

"...alph?"

When Bruce opened his mouth, he realized how hoarse his voice was that he hadn't deliberately lowered it.

"—Phew, Mr. Bateman, it's really good to hear your voice again."

Alfred was visibly relieved.

Bruce didn't notice Afu's tone, he felt dizzy, and there were countless bats passing by in front of his eyes - just like what he experienced when he fell into the dry well.

And after the group of black bats disappeared from his eyes, he seemed to see the familiar old alley, with two tall figures standing in front of him——

No, it's all fake.

Bruce gasped heavily, his hands were still trembling a bit, but Bruce managed to restrain himself and found the antidote for fear gas, a syringe, from his belt, and stuck it into a vein.

"Mr. Bateman, you can take the elevator to the first floor now. I'm right at the entrance of Wayne Building. GCPD will be there in 5 minutes—"

Afu's voice stopped at the howling wind from the earphone, and a few seconds later, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded beside the car.

The car door was pulled open heavily, and a figure almost staggered into it.

"Go home." Bruce said curtly as the car door closed, leaning against the back seat.

Afu stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove out at a high speed. Afu looked at the rearview mirror and said uncertainly, "...Master?"

"——It's me." Bruce rubbed his temples and replied, he tapped a series of codes with his fingers, and Afu instantly recognized that the person behind the car was really his master.

The fear gas inhaled by Bruce's body is a condensed version, and a little carelessness can be fatal, but fortunately, his consciousness returned to his body halfway, and he still has the energy to inject himself with the antidote.

But even so, Bruce felt a pang of exhaustion, and his temples throbbed with pain.

Afu could see his master's fatigue at this time, even though he was full of doubts, he still drove in silence at this time, giving his master enough rest time.

It wasn't until Afu held a cup of hot milk to his master sitting in front of the operating table in the Batcave that he said, "Perhaps I should say that it is Mr. Bateman who is standing in front of me at this moment—at least he is in front of me." At this time, I will lie on the bed and rest according to my schedule.”

Bruce stared at the steaming milk cup in front of him, but didn't speak.

"Mr. Bateman will at least finish it in one gulp." Afu continued to speak, and said coolly, "At least it will save you from such a headache."

"...no, actually drinking it made my head hurt even more."

In the end, Bruce couldn't resist the gaze from Afu, he drank it reluctantly and muttered.

"Then, my lord, may I tell you now, the poor housekeeper, what happened?"

Afu took back the empty milk glass with satisfaction, and then asked.

——Swapping bodies or something is still too unbelievable.

Bruce was silent for a few seconds.

On the way back he tried to mentally connect with Bateman, but the familiarity didn't come.

As if everything was a dream.

"...I'll find out," Bruce said finally.

Bateman sat up straight suddenly, and the familiar surroundings made his mind stuck for two seconds.

——Did I have a nightmare?

No, it's not.

He saw the box of specially packaged calcium tablets placed prominently on the table in front of him.

He would never put this bottle here.

The computer monitor on the table in front of him was still on, Bateman raised his eyebrows, and saw the information of "Hannibal Lecter".

This is his psychiatrist?

Bateman glanced at the long paper that used technical terms and then closed the webpage. Bateman sat in a chair and sorted out his thoughts.

Everything that happened today was not a dream.

I really swapped bodies with a psychopath who looks exactly like me. That psychopath is a transvestite urban vigilante who owns billions of dollars. He also...

Bateman's recalled thoughts suddenly stopped, and he rolled up his sleeves almost instantly.

Bateman stared at the gauze-wrapped elbow almost expressionlessly, and the faint swelling pain was transmitted to the nerve at this moment.

——Damn it, I really should use that body to run naked at the Wayne Building.

he thought viciously.

But then, he suddenly remembered that his last memory was those chaotic pictures, and the pictures that kept shrinking in his vision after being pushed down the tall building.

The feeling of weightlessness in the memory made Bateman feel a little palpitating, but——

What about Bruce Wayne?

Bateman tries to connect to Bruce in his head, and of course fails.

Bateman pinched his eyebrows, he still had some headaches.

Fear gas does more than just physical harm to people. When the pictures he thought he had buried deep in his memory reappeared in front of his eyes, Bateman had to admit it.

I have not forgotten.

He showed an inexplicable smile, picked up the bottle and stood up, opened the bedside table, threw the bottle in heavily, and then closed it.

The huge force caused the cabinet to shake slightly, but Bateman didn't look back, he went straight into the bathroom.

——Today’s skin care hasn’t been done yet.

The author has something to say: Bateman's past and Bateman's whole personality appearing in the article are the author's second design

Haven't seen the movie, no problem

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