Gotham.

Tonight is a good time for murder, robbery, and all kinds of crimes. Of course, it's also a good time for Batman to hang out.

The long street was filled with a hazy mist.

The veil, which was supposed to be pure white, was dyed black in the night, like a dark cloud rolling on the earth.

Bane puts on a Batman uniform. His body merged with the night, which made him feel inexplicably at ease.

This Batman uniform was made by himself when he faced Batman for the first time.

Even after a long time, the words spoken by the penguin man at that time still echo in his mind today.

“…… Bane is by no means Batman...... So, let me point you out a simple fact...... My worthy ally. No matter how many killers and strong men you bring from Santa Prisca Island, Gotham has experienced even worse-"

"They are not afraid of you."

"Afraid of your ......"

"I'm afraid of your ......"

The voice whispered in Bane's heart. The muscular man lifted the Batman uniform and examined it carefully in the moonlight.

He had planned to face Batman in this Batman uniform, but eventually abandoned the plan because he sensed fear as he dissected his own heart.

He realizes that once he wears this uniform to face Batman, it is tantamount to admitting that "Bane" cannot defeat "Batman", and only "Batman" can defeat "Batman".

This is undoubtedly a blow to one's own spirit.

But he didn't destroy the uniform, and even stored it some time before the decisive battle.

As it turned out, his clarity of foresight really worked.

For some reason, he now has to do something that Batman would do and Bane won't, so maybe he'll have to put on his nemesis.

This is the best option in the absence of a choice.

Bane leaned at the edge of the building, carefully observing his reflection on a piece of smooth glass.

He had imagined in his mind many times what he would look like in Batman's suit, and now it seemed to ......

Not bad.

Bane thought about it, then tried to do a classic action from Batman's return.

Like, very like.

He practiced many times in private, and when it came to pretending to be Batman, he was confident that he was one of the best people in the world.

Bane squinted.

That's enough to fool those idiots.

He looked down.

Rumble!!!

On the street, a small giant with explosive muscles lifted a car with his bare hands. His upper body is unusually swollen, almost like the cover of "Mr. Muscle".

"Hey, tank, get rid of all these slivers, we've got to get out!"

Bane, who was wearing a Batman uniform, couldn't help but look a little colder in his eyes.

The guy called Tank was wearing the same vest and pants as Bane, and even the tube that supplied the venom was in the same place. Except that the mask is different, he and the former Bane are like carved out of the same mold.

"Got it!" The tank shouted in a gruff voice, "I'm fixing it!" ”

The car swirled and threw at the police, causing the chasing police car to slam the steering wheel and slam into the streetlight.

Bang bang!

The bullets flew wildly, hitting the little giant's body like tickling, leaving only a few red dots.

The tank covered his eyes and shouted wildly: "Babble, ah, ah! ”

"Enough, has the venom burned out your brains! We've got to go! ”

The tank jerked back at his teammate, and just as Bane thought he was going to punch his teammate, the teammate quickly pressed him on the back a few times, and more venom was injected into the tank's body.

As the venom poured in, the withdrawal reaction subsided, and the IQ came back online, Tank immediately didn't say a word, cooperated with his accomplices in a green pickup truck, and took advantage of the chaos to evacuate the scene.

From beginning to end, Bane was just silently observing.

Tsk, there's no infighting, too, after all, not everyone is Batman, and most people don't attack their teammates.

He followed the truck, waiting for the gang of bandits to take him back to their lair.

Very Batman-style detective methods, Bane is not a detective, but he is very good at learning, especially learning about his enemies. He had looked through Batman's dossier over the years, and he knew Batman's actions very well.

……

……

……

"Don't you think it's time for us to shift positions, striker?"

Empty!

Strongman Logan lives up to his name, dressed like a baseball player and wears a red hat.

This is a very typical Gotham criminal, and only Gotham people can do such nervous things: nicknamed Penguin Man, he wants to disguise himself as a penguin; Someone called a striker, and he dressed up as a baseball player.

"I don't understand what you're saying, man." Strongman Logan was playing baseball at this time - in his own base.

Empty!

"Good! Knock out the outfield! ”

He gave himself a cheer.

"Mr. Logan, we have a bad reputation in Gotham, and two of your accomplices are in jail."

Strongman Logan's men were still persuading him, "We should end all operations here and start elsewhere." ”

"Willis would never say it, and neither would my driver."

Strongman Logan picked up another baseball and hit it with an empty thud.

"But maybe it's time to think about greening."

He took out another baseball, waved the baseball bat in the same way, and continued: "When the tanks get their things back, we will go and pack them immediately...... Who are you? ”

He lowered his baseball bat and looked at the hand sticking out of the shadows.

That hand was holding the baseball he had just played, and the owner of that hand was still hidden in the shadows.

Hiss......

Rogan, the batsman, hears a sound like a train roar.

"You'd better have some fucking good reason to just stand there, hunk catcher, you-" But the batsman's words were interrupted mercilessly before he could finish his sentence.

He heard the other person's indifferent voice.

"I'll ask you some questions, and if you're not satisfied with the answers, I'll break you apart."

Strongman Logan looked at him in disbelief, then let out a sneer.

As if he didn't see the other party's expression, Bane said to himself, "You provide venom to your thugs." And from what I've observed, it's clear that this venom is a modified version. ”

Bane's voice was calm and polite.

"Titan steroid-fortified venom serum, a violent enhancer with a 93% lethal rate, has resulted in almost all subjects dying from the venom and its complications in Penaduro prison...... Except for Bain. I thought he was the only user of Titan Venom. ”

Bane saw the strong hitter Logan beckoning his men, and squad after team of men rushed towards him with weapons in hand, and pointed their guns at Bane.

But he didn't care, and didn't mean to stop at all:

"I want to know who and where you got it."

He said, "I want the person who sold you this potion." ”

"Do you think I'm going to tell you? Stupid? ”

He heard the scumbag say, "You're dead, do you know who I am?" ”

Now, the cockroach with its head and tail exposed, slowly came out of the dark shadow, knelt down with its head in its hands. I'd consider not shoving your head in your ass. ”

Bane was thoughtful.

"Actually, I can guess. You're using a different version than Bane. I managed to get your hands on the blood of your men who have been enhanced by Titan Venom, which is compatible with their blood type. ”

"Correct improvement, there is only one person in the world who knows so much about Titan Venom."

Bane spat out the name.

"Dr. Randolph, of course. I suspect Bane wasn't alone in leaving Santa Prisca alone. So where is he now? I've got something to look for him. ”

"Are you listening to me?" Striker Logan said, "Are you deaf? ”

"No, sir."

All the striker heard was the other person saying, "I'm just asking you politely." ”

"I want you to hold it in both hands—forget it."

Strongman Logan shook his head, "I can't believe I've wasted so much time with an idiot." ”

He beckoned to his men:

"Fire!"

Click......

Suddenly, the sound of pulling the trigger rang out.

But not a single bullet was fired.

"Oh my God! What's going on?! ”

One of the assembled gunmen exclaimed, "My gun! ”

He raised the murder weapon in his hand, and the barrel of the gun, which should have been straight and straight, now lowered his mouth as if he was *impotent.

The barrel made of metal is as if it were alive, and the soft one is like a spear in Sage mode.

Then the next moment, the barrel of the gun, which was still lying on its stomach just now, became like a muscular swimming snake, and climbed directly onto the body of the gunman, tying him up tightly.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

In just a few seconds, everyone was lying on the ground.

Strongman Logan looked at his men who were fighting in the streets, and he only felt his head slightly dizzy, as if he was in a dream.

"Investigate ...... What the hell is going on?! ”

His pupils reflected the man slowly emerging from the shadows, his eyes widening slightly at the pointy ears.

"Seeming...... Like...... It's you! ”

"Yes." Bain says:

"I'm Batman."

As he said this, Bane sensed a strange feeling of pleasure in himself, but he quickly cut off this emotion and threw it into the corner of his mind.

"You ......"

He heard the somewhat incoherent voice of the striker Logan, "How did you do that?!" ”

"Because I'm Batman." Bane told him.

The cold muscle thug never knew it could be so funny to say that to someone.

Rogan the Strongman tries to swing his wooden baseball bat at Bane, but before the bat hits Bane's head, it turns into a wooden snake and rolls back under the desperate gaze of the Strongman, tying him up in a sturdy knot.

The poor hitter cried out, "What the...... This is also a Batman job?! ”

Then he was choked by the neck and picked up with his bare hands: "And I want to find that man now, Dr. Randolph, he is good at turning humans into monsters, and I need him." Wish you could tell me his-"

Rumble!

But before Bane could finish his sentence, he turned abruptly.

Eight muscular men smashed through the wall and lunged at Bane's face together.

Their outfits and equipment were almost like molds printed out of the same mold, and they could barely see the difference except for the different colors of their hoods.

Every step they take is like a small earthquake.

"Taste our surprises, Batman." Strongman Logan was thrown to the ground with a thud, and he let out a laugh: "Taste our awesomeness!" One Bane almost broke your spine, but now we've got eight of them! ”

"Oh, they're going to grab your kitten, they're going to grab you by the neck and tear you apart like a rag doll!" he said. ”

Bang!

Bane punched a purple hood into the air like a rocket, and stuck his head into the ceiling.

"I'm no longer trapped by Venom."

Bane thought as he grabbed the other man by the neck and slammed him to the ground.

He curled his middle and ring fingers, and then popped vines from his wrists, crawling over the muscular monsters like a spider with agility, and then wrapping more and more green around them.

"For the first time in my life, I was completely free."

Bane said silently in his heart. He watched as the other man was tightly bound by the growing plants, and the vines burrowed into his mouth and anus, making him look pained.

"I'm not going to make excuses, excuses are used by sinners. I was once driven by Venom, and it was he who controlled me, not the other way around. ”

A little giant swept at him with a pillar as a stick, and was beaten to pieces by Bane's bare hands.

"I did want to tear Batman apart, I did want to rule Batman's city, but Venom weakened my judgment and I lost everything."

No one is his enemy. He defeated the monsters as if they were decaying.

He was thinking.

"And now I know that my enemies are not Batman at all, and my enemies have persecuted me before I was born."

"I don't need Venom anymore. I can break free of them at any time. ”

No one was Bane's match, and he easily routed everyone.

For those little monsters strengthened by venom, the masonry is easily smashed like tofu, and on the other hand, they are also tofu in front of Bane.

"I'm free, and I'll always be free, Batman."

Dressed in a Batman uniform, Bane punches and punches a little giant beneath him who has lost the ability to resist, like a drum.

His fists were stained with blood. Even when he was beating, Bane felt like his head was clear.

"For I am sinless. According to the laws of my homeland, I was born sinful, but I am innocent, I have not sinned, I am driven by hatred, I am driven by venom. ”

He held an imitation aloft and snapped it.

His eyes reflected the enemy lying on the ground. Invisible fire swirled around his eyes and at his side.

"I've been given a new lease of life!"

He threw his opponent, who had broken his spine and was limp like mud, to the ground.

In battle, Bane had never felt as clear as his mind was at this moment.

The Dark City was no longer mysterious to him. It's no longer useful, just an empty place.

He was free now, but only for the flesh. His past, his soul, was still imprisoned, bound in chains, thousands of miles to the south.

Therefore, before he embarks on the path of chasing the freedom of his own soul......

Bane held up Logan, the bloody slugger who had been beaten, "Tell me, where is Dr. Randolph?!" ”

(End of chapter)