American comics: What kind of evil intentions could Batman have?

Chapter 544: Putting everything on the gambling table like crazy!

Chapter 544: Putting everything on the gambling table like crazy!

Batman's plan has completely failed, and he himself is dead.

I am Thomas Wayne. My world once saw a glimmer of hope for the future, but now that glimmer has faded.

Batman took my entire Propulsion Tower system. With only four Propulsion Towers left, it's impossible for the universe to escape.

I never dreamed that the Anti-Monitor would let this universe go. That would be pure self-deception. I surrendered to Möbius once, and I know very well that consuming a universe would absolutely enhance the Anti-Monitor's power... or rather, restore it.

So all I can do now is...

Waiting to die.

But just as I was about to die along with my universe, a man who called himself the Killing Machine came to my thrust tower.

He claims to originate from another dark multiverse, and that he is under the command of an evil god called Barbatos, who is the weaver of our universe's unfortunate fate.

If I surrender and join their so-called Dark Knights to work for the culprits who destroyed my world, I will be able to survive.

Do you think I would accept such humiliation?

Do you think I'm that cowardly?

Do you think I would grovel like the Joker mocks?

I was furious.

That bastard called Killing Machine said a lot, but to summarize...

To put it bluntly, it means I have to be his dog.

I'd rather die.

The killing machine's biggest mistake was provoking someone it had nothing to lose.

Those Dark Knights have never seen a madman before. Today I'm going to teach them a lesson.

There's no need for further explanation. The four propulsion towers were ready to propel the entire universe forward, but with Batman's death, that preparation is utterly useless.

But I can still control them... I can use these four propulsion towers to do other things.

For example, creating a massive, devastating explosion.

This is easy; simply causing the magical circuits of the four propulsion towers to clash is enough. A trace of the power Batman just transferred still remains within the towers—not enough to move the universe, but enough for a "boom!"

I'm just lamenting the lack of a spectacular death, and the lack of someone to perish with me.

I'm certain that if the anti-surveillance agents attacked me, I wouldn't even have a chance to self-destruct, but if it were this person in front of me who calls himself a killing machine...

He looks very strong, extremely strong, but surely he can't be strong enough to easily devour the universe like an anti-monitor?

He seemed like a very good "suicide companion".

I was both crying and laughing.

I will become a spectacular firework in the universe. I won't have to witness the tragedy of my own universe's destruction. In a way, isn't that a kind of gentleness?

But just as I was about to start all of this...

"Sizzle... Mr. Thomas!"

"Alfred?"

The voice of "Outsider" Alfred came to the owl's ear.

He turned his head and saw the face of the outsider, Alfred, displayed on the screen next to him.

The outsider's face was deathly pale. If the Night Owl had observed more closely, he could have easily discovered that this looked like a result of excessive blood loss after being injured.

However, the Outsider had been infected with the Joker's virus in his early years. Nite Owl cured the Outsider, but the toxin permanently changed Alfred's appearance, making his face as pale as the Joker's.

Therefore, the owl did not notice the other party's injury immediately.

"Mr. Thomas, Batman is dead. The whole plan has failed. The world is going to be destroyed."

"Yes, I know, Alfred, we're all going to die." The owl paused, then said, "I will always love you, Alfred, you were a good servant. In your final moments..."

But the outsider did not give him his dying words as the Night Owl had said.

He had assumed the outsider was calling to deliver his last words.

"No, Mr. Thomas, we will not die."

"What do you mean?"

"I have used Fatherbox technology to build a portal to other dark multiverses, Mr. Thomas. Although none of us know what lies behind this portal, it is certainly a complete world. We can escape and never come back."

"It's that plan to find other worlds!"

Night Owl suddenly recalled that he and the Outsider had once worked together to build and search for a world that he could dedicate to the Anti-Monitor, and ended up finding the Batman universe.

But they must have only found the complete universe of Batman at that time; they didn't find the accurate coordinates of other worlds at all.

"The Möbius Chair, my lord. No one but a god can sit on this thing, but through the Father Box, we can make use of a little of its power."

"With the help of the Möbius Chair, I found a target world where I can teleport to escape."

"Although we still don't know what the situation is like in the Dark Multiverse beyond that portal, it's still better than the situation in our universe."

The outsider said, "So I tried to modify and reconstruct the portal we built, and finally stabilized the frequency for traveling to that world just now."

"The energy being transmitted is powered by a portion of the planetary heart's power that I previously intercepted."

"Everything is ready, Mr. Thomas. Let's go, let's go quickly. I will connect the teleportation device on the Push Tower with the Parent Box in a moment, and then you will be able to teleport directly through the Push Tower to the portal I have built for departure."

Night Owl smiled; his servant was always so understanding and always one step ahead.

He realized why the outsider hadn't reported his actions to him simultaneously. The outsider guessed that he wouldn't approve of this behavior of preparing a retreat before even engaging in battle.

So he quietly prepared for himself, and then presented it to his master when he needed it.

He did a great job.

Despite the impossibility of the situation, he made preparations in advance, deceiving the night owl. He prepared a final survival plan for himself and his master to escape in the face of danger.

here you go.

I am Thomas Wayne.

People often call me the night owl.

I'm so tired, extremely tired.

For a long time, I've considered the Joker my greatest adversary and the person I hate most, but I know very well in my heart...

What the Joker said is true.

I am his other half; we know each other too well, which is why the Joker can always enrage me.

Regarding what the Joker said about me.

He's telling the truth.

He said that my set of utilitarian rules never included myself.

He said that when the time comes, he would not sacrifice himself to save the world.

He said if he could, he would stab Batman in the back.

He said I was a villain who shamelessly called himself an anti-hero.

All of this is true.

This thing will transport us to some completely unknown dark multiverse, with no known destination; it's a one-way ticket.

Batman is dead, this universe is beyond saving, it's completely beyond repair.

He, Night Owl, Thomas Wayne, has given everything for this city, this universe, exhausting every means he could think of.

He fought to the very last moment.

If he runs away at this moment, who can blame him?

nobody.

At this moment, Night Owl actually began to look forward to the Joker suddenly appearing in front of him. He expected the other man to criticize him as he had done during his previous episodes, tearing him to shreds, and then the conversation would end with Night Owl's roar, making it seem to outsiders as if Night Owl had suddenly gone mad while talking to him.

But no. The Joker didn't appear.

The owl was all alone.

The killing machines outside the push tower were getting impatient.

The owl lowered its head.

He felt ashamed of his wavering.

In that brief moment, he was astonished that he was actually shameless enough to accept the plan for a pathetic escape prepared for him by outsiders, and then abandon all rules, all his achievements, his pride, his persistence, and the reasons he had used to identify himself as an anti-hero for so many years.

He felt deeply ashamed of that moment of cowardice.

But do you know what the saddest thing is?

Even so, even with shame and sorrow, he couldn't help but refuse the outsider's offer.

When the world collapsed, Batman died, and all hope vanished, he thought he was going to die. But then, unexpectedly, someone brought him hope for life... such a suggestion—

And who could possibly refuse it?

As for all the billions of lives in his universe… Night Owl did his best. Batman did his best, but this universe is beyond saving.

Everyone in the universe, though they are still alive now, is already dead.

The owl could not refuse the option of escaping.

His reason will drive him to make the right decisions, while his emotions will wail in agony.

"I……"

Night Owl knew that outsiders knew all of this. That was why his old servant dared to do all this behind his back.

The outsider knew Night Owl all too well; he knew what choices Night Owl would make.

All he needs to do is offer a way out at the right time.

It is impossible for a person to go against the personality they have formed over decades. And most of the time, once these personalities are established, they can never be changed.

"Night Owl" could not possibly refuse this offer.

Unless he isn't a night owl.

The owl stretched out its hand.

He embraced the air in front of him.

His emotions had made the decision, and his figure was dissolving into the bubbles.

Behind the hazy shadows, he saw the Joker with his arms outstretched, a smile playing on his lips…

Looking at yourself from the other side of the light.

The owl could have escaped, and he wanted to escape too.

But today.

I am determined to wield my will... and sever my fear!

Night Owl reached out his hand toward Joker.

He actively embraced the Joker virus, allowing it to permeate his mind and every cell of his body, completely transforming him from head to toe.

He is actively embracing the changes the virus has brought him.

I'm so sorry, but Night Owl no longer has the guts or the courage to make those choices.

So... the Clown.

My old friend, my mirror image, my nemesis.

Please help me.

And so the owl heard the last gasp.

Then he heard the Joker say:

"it is good."

Then tell me.

If a person permanently changes their thoughts, are they still "the same" person?

Does this mean that the "he" from before is now dead?

"Oh no, dear Alfred." And soon, the outsider on the other end of the communication heard his master's flippant, somewhat familiar, yet peculiar tone:

"We can't just run away like that. Look, we can't abandon the billions of people in this world. No matter how small the chance of victory is, there's always a difference between persisting and giving up, right?"

"What?"

"Hehe, so I have a plan... I intend to continue following Batman's plan and then wait for Batman to be resurrected."

"Mr. Thomas, what are you talking about? This is absurd! Batman is finished, how could he possibly be again..."

"Winner takes all."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that if Batman's plan goes smoothly, we can save our world, no one will die, and no one will have to be sacrificed."

"The probability is absolutely zero..."

"The probability is extremely small," the outsider heard Mr. Thomas interrupt on the other end of the phone. "But it's not entirely hopeless. It's either complete victory or utter defeat; there's no middle ground."

"And now it's time for me to bet everything on the table! Hahahaha!"

"Oh, of course." Then the outsider heard his Master Thomas say, "The whole plan must begin by dealing with this enemy. What was his name again?"

"A killing machine, right?"

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"What did you say?"

Inside the main tower of the Batman universe's Propulsion Tower.

Greer, who was in charge of centrally controlling the entire propulsion tower system, almost thought she had misheard.

"We want to go back? Do you know how far we've run? Do you know how much danger and effort it took to get to our current speed?"

Greer felt like she was becoming a saint who worried about the survival of the universe, and she began to wonder who the real supervillain was.

Are these people not afraid of death? Why does she now seem to be the only mentally sound one among all the members left behind in this universe? It's one thing for Green Lantern Hal Jordan to barge in and demand that he turn back to save Batman, but he already knew that the Green Lantern Corps members were all mentally unstable idiots.

But Lex Luthor, how come even he?

"I refuse," Greer said. "Stop daydreaming, I won't..."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a violent electric current surge through her entire body.

Luther put down the controller without expression.

"It is precisely because our universe has accelerated to its limit that I can attempt to collide with the Anti-Monitor. This way, we are fast enough and powerful enough to escape more easily after the collision."

"There's one more thing, which I haven't discussed with you at all, Greta," he said.

"I'm going to throw everything onto the gambling table like crazy. And victory or defeat..."

"That's not something I need to consider."

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"No matter what, you lack a reason to be a hero."

Upon hearing the word "death," Chen Tao said:

"You're already tempted by these responsibilities! Why are you still so determined to return to the world of the living?"

(End of this chapter)