Chapter 2371 (1/2)

Diana gathered people in Gotham to protect all the speeders. She did not talk about it, because although she gathered most members of the Justice League, she only lacked the original owner of the city.

Batman didn't come again, or he disappeared after returning to earth 0 to heal his injury.

If he wants to avoid other people's eyes, then almost any superhero means can't find him.

The only solution is to kidnap someone close to him, such as Ah Fu or Damian, and put the sword on the hostage's neck for a limited period of time. When the time comes, the bat will take the initiative to come to you.

But it's not something heroes can do.

So where is Batman now? In fact, he is also in Gotham, sitting in the bat cave, watching the heroes' movements through his brother's eyes and narrowing his eyes.

”It looks like you've stabilized a lot. Is there anyone else talking in your head now?”

Asked the short haired doctor quezel, who sat with Jack at the workbench not far behind the bat, next to the dutiful housekeeper, who were enjoying late night tea.

Black tea from Darjeeling, with a new muffin, is a good placebo on a cold night.

Even in the middle of the night, the housekeeper did not show even a trace of fatigue. He dressed neatly, combed his hair meticulously, and carried a tray in one hand. He respectfully accepted Jack's praise of his craftsmanship, and attributed everything to ”this is what a qualified Housekeeper should do.”.

Batman did not return his head, the deep voice sounded: ”I am much better, although I can still feel the existence of the clown, but your medicine has helped me to suppress him temporarily. I need to take advantage of this quiet time to review my plan.”

”But the death knell says he will solve the problem.” The pale Knight put in a small teacup and said, ”he came to me and Harry just to help you.”

”This is open to question... Since you all say he has a plan, tell me his plan.”

Batman turns around and looks at the other clown without expression.

He did not believe these two men at all, for the credibility of the death knell that brought them to the Lord's world was in question.

Dr. quezel shook her head, her round glasses slipped a little from the bridge of her nose, and her eyes were staring at the dark knight from the edge of the lens, as if looking at a patient.

”We can't tell you, because we don't know... Your paranoia is more serious than that Bruce in our world, you're darker and more... Crazy than him.”

”Madness is just a tactical need. Only a madman can defeat a madman.”

Batman looks at their faces, trying to get some clues from their expressions.

But these two are clowns and Hally from different worlds. How could he see anything? Even Batman can't do that.

Jack put down his teacup with a smile. He stroked his hair and knocked on his head: ”if I remember correctly, the last half of the sentence should be a clown's line. He wants to play games with bats, and he doesn't care about winning or losing. The laughing bat is not the same.”

”I know that, but it doesn't matter.” Batman stands up, his black cloak sliding down his chair like a running water. He strides into the darkness: ”thank you for your help, but that's enough. Next I have a multiverse to save. You stay here, and you can find Alfred if you need anything.”

Jack stood up, staggered the housekeeper who poured tea for him, and said, ”wait, the death knell asked me to give you something. He said that if there is a situation in which a laughing bat comes back to life after pretending to be dead, and you return to the bat cave, it means that you have no clue. This thing is a thread.”

Batman stops, he goes back and forth, reaches out his hand, he doesn't speak, he just curls his mouth down.