American comics: Today’s big news Chapter 042

As the poem goes, “From the side, a peak; from the front, a range; far or near, high or low, each different.”

Connors had never experienced such a profound understanding of this poem, especially when the three women were successively awakened, sitting up with varying degrees of swaying.

“Catwoman” Selina almost reflexively sprang out of bed, taking the thin blanket with her. By the time she landed on the floor, the thin blanket was tightly wrapped around her.

Harley Quinn and “Poison Ivy” Ivy, who reacted a beat slower, had different reactions when they saw that it was Connors.

Harley Quinn flopped back down to sleep, but her arms were raised high, clearly intending to hug him.

“Poison Ivy” Ivy looked down at her towering snowy peaks and asked Connors:

“Is it time for business?”

She was still thinking about how Connors had avoided the discussion about “whether it was business” earlier in the day, before they went to find “Catwoman” Selina.

Connors, as before, avoided the topic:

“Sorry to disturb you, I’ll go sleep in the living room.”

Hearing Connors say he was going to the living room, “Catwoman” Selina, huddled in the corner, tightly wrapped in the thin blanket, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Then she noticed that Harley and Ivy were naked, and quickly threw the blanket over to them.

Tomorrow morning, I need to discuss things with Batman, so let’s call a truce for now… Connors lay on the sofa in the living room, idly manipulating the ever-changing cactus in the house next door.

…Where’s the cactus?

Connors looked suspiciously in the direction of that house. The Green of All Things could no longer sense any plant aura from their house, so they must have discarded the cactus.

But this didn’t faze him. A seed sprouted from his pocket, then its tender shoot continuously wriggled, drilling out of the window like a spider, growing back into the shape of a cactus, and appearing on the windowsill of that house.

The next day, Connors was awakened by the urgent sound of police sirens, as expected. The male owner of the house next door woke up to find the discarded cactus had reappeared on his balcony, and decisively chose to call the police again.

…

“Harley, you drive them towards Arkham Asylum first. I’ll find Batman by myself.”

The supercar drove on the road, Connors said to Harley Quinn, who was sitting in the passenger seat, admiring her nails beautifully.

“Me? Oh~” Although Harley Quinn had been clamoring to cause some trouble, she had no objection to Connors’ arrangement.

After all, in the plan agreed upon last night, the part of the plan to lock Batman in Arkham Asylum would be carried out by her, and Connors would only be responsible for communicating with Batman.

Harley Quinn thought that Connors would most likely lure Batman, take him near Arkham Asylum, and then she would take action to lock him in.

So, after Connors leaped out of the window of the fast-moving supercar, she agilely moved from the passenger seat to the driver’s seat, then twisted the steering wheel, driving the vehicle towards the arms dealer she knew:

“Let’s go! Ivy, I’m taking you to get some heavy firepower.”

Connors leaped out of the supercar, and “Catwoman” Selina, who was driving her motorcycle alongside the supercar, also leaped from her motorcycle, nimbly darting into the supercar, without at all hindering Harley Quinn, who had already taken the driver’s seat.

“Uh…” Ivy didn’t speak. Selina, who had just entered, hesitated and said, “Do we need heavy firepower to lock Batman in? What are you planning to get?”

“C 4 explosives, rocket launchers, sniper rifles… whatever works!” Harley Quinn said happily, stomping on the accelerator, making the supercar go even faster.

…

Transferring from the supercar to the motorcycle, Connors twisted the throttle, turning around and heading towards Wayne Manor.

Still entering through the main gate, then taking the hidden elevator in the study to the Batcave, Bruce Wayne seemed to have been waiting for Connors’ arrival all morning.

At this moment, he was wearing his self-powered Batsuit, standing in front of the computer. The computer displayed the trajectory of Superman flying above Wayne Tower last night.

“You said you had something to discuss, what exactly is it?” Bruce Wayne asked Connors, who had rushed over.

“I’m asking you to stay at Arkham for a day.” Connors said straightforwardly.

“…You’ve been there, you should know it’s an asylum.” Bruce Wayne said, his expression hidden by his helmet.

“I know.” Connors first told Batman the conclusion, and then began his pre-prepared plan of “three sentences to make Mr. Wayne follow me”:

“You know that Joker, Scarecrow, and Riddler were locked up by you before, and then released by Killer Croc, right?”

“Continue.”

“These guys have been causing trouble repeatedly, just to drain your energy and then lock you in Arkham. Now that they’ve escaped, this plan is still ongoing.”

“Then I’ll just lock them up again, after all, that’s where they belong.” Batman’s emotions showed no fluctuation, as if he had long expected this.

“But before you lock them up, they will inevitably continue to commit crimes, draining your energy through massive destruction and casualties.” Connors continued.

“…So, to stop them from causing more destruction, you want me to voluntarily lock myself in Arkham Asylum?” Batman couldn’t help but let out two laughs, his voice becoming even deeper.

“Sigh… I knew it wouldn’t be that easy to convince you. Luckily, I was prepared.” Connors said, pulling out his phone and showing Batman the pictures he took last night.

The photos showed that the Joker had a map of Gotham Hospital, the Riddler’s residence stored a large number of gel explosives, and the Scarecrow was simply living in a laboratory, seemingly developing new fear gas.

“The ultimate goal behind all their plans is just one thing: to drain your energy and then send you to the asylum.” Connors said, “Instead of that, why don’t you just go in directly?”

Alfred the butler walked out of the elevator with hot coffee, about to hand it to Connors, but hearing this absurd plan, he silently took the coffee back.

Batman’s mouth twitched, but looking at the photos of the villains clearly planning future events, he was silent for a moment, then nodded:

“Alright, I’ll go, but I need to bring something.”

…

Outside Arkham Asylum, Harley Quinn clapped her hands, dusting them off, and sighed contentedly.

“Catwoman” Selina carefully reached out and touched a mortar placed in front of her, then looked at the large pile of explosives and grenade launchers nearby.

These were all obtained by Harley Quinn from the arms dealer, or more precisely, the three sisters went in and caused a ruckus, then stole them.

“Isn’t this a bit overkill? We’re just locking him up, Connors didn’t say to kill him…” Selina was used to relying on her own agility, and facing a large pile of heavy firepower made her feel helpless.

“See… I even think these weapons aren’t enough.” Harley Quinn stood on the high platform built by “Poison Ivy” Ivy’s plants, pointing in one direction.

As soon as she finished speaking, “Catwoman” Selina didn’t even have time to ask what she meant when she felt the ground shake, followed by increasingly violent tremors from a distance.

A massive Batmobile, with the Batman symbol, as huge as a mobile fortress, slowly approached from a distance. Even though it moved on treads, its enormous size and weight were enough to make the ground tremble.

Didn’t they say they were bringing Batman? Why did they bring a tank instead… Selina thought, looking blankly at the giant Bat-tank.

But soon she realized what was wrong.

—The Batman symbol she saw at first glance was actually Batman himself, wearing a gigantic armor!