Chapter 4. Is Batman trustworthy? (Ch 825888704)

Is Batman believable?
If he is in the same camp as you, then there is no doubt about it.
Even if he doubts the investigation, or even stabs someone in the back without anyone noticing, Batman is still believable.
Lucien thought of the setting in the Dark Metal comics, and remembered that after Batman was infected with the Joker virus, the symptoms did not appear immediately, but two days later… or maybe one day later.
Anyway, when he realized something was wrong and tried to tell other superheroes.
Therefore, it stands to reason that Batman is now believable.
Is it credible?
Lucien looked at the smile on Batman’s face and fell into deep thought.
“What are you looking at?” Batman asked coldly from his cracked mouth.
Lucian glanced around and saw that not only the corners of Batman’s mouth, but also the back of the Joker’s head, the rows of wall tiles, the puddles on the ground… all had cracks.
He looked up, at the clouds – a huge smile.
It turns out that I am not trustworthy.
Lucien thought calmly.
“What are you looking at?” Batman asked again.
Lucien stared at the smile on the back of the clown’s head and answered irrelevantly:
“The Joker virus develops very quickly, thank God I am still sane.”
“In short, the Joker injected a virus into his body. When he dies, it will explode and infect the people around him, turning them into clowns.”
“Now as you can see, I must be infected…Haha, I see you are laughing, Batman.”
Then Lucien felt a pain in his neck and his vision went dark.
He was knocked unconscious by Batman.
…
Lucian was unconscious at first, but soon began to dream. The scenes were floating around. He woke up on a strange balcony, broke into a woman’s home and threatened her, stood on a high place and looked out, and shot at the clown.
The memories after traveling through time were experienced and sorted out again in his sleep – including being splashed with sulfuric acid and killing the clown.
Finally, at the end of the dream, Lucian saw a figure in a suit and leather shoes. It took off its hat to greet him, and walked slowly into the darkness with heavy and crisp steps.
“You are…” Lucian asked, his voice distorted and echoing in the empty dream.
Guangying laughed and said, “Good evening, sir.”
“I am the clown you killed.”
…
“Yes, soft tissue contusion… He was stabbed in the abdomen, but it’s not fatal… He lost a lot of blood, so he needs some blood. Oh, he has AB type blood… The worst part is his face, and it’s probably hard to recover, but the lower half of his face can be covered with a mask, so it shouldn’t be noticeable.”
“Huh? His brain?”
“No problem.”
Lucien regained consciousness amidst these sounds.
He opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling. He looked down and saw the striped clothes on his body.
Hospital?
Shouldn’t this be the Batcave?
He made eye contact with a young man who was smiling but looking tired.
What if it’s from the Bat Family?
——After all, he just killed the Joker, how could Batman just leave him in the hospital?
Lucien decided to take a gamble.
“Nightwing?”
The young man raised one eyebrow.
Lucien glanced at his perky buttocks and said more confidently, “Richard John “Dick” Grayson.”
As we all know, Nightwing has a butt that is much more perky than that of ordinary people.
As expected, Nightwing looked very interested.
“Did you guess?”
“Based on the assumption that Batman is Bruce Wayne?”
“Of course not.” Lucian supported himself on the bed and sat up. His injured abdomen was pulled during the pulling, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.
“I’m a time traveler.” He looked at Nightwing sincerely:
“You belong to a comic book… I know this is a little hard to understand, but don’t worry, just listen to me.”
“First of all, the most important thing now is that everyone at the Joker’s death scene may be infected with the Joker virus, including me and Batman… This will cause the Joker to be born again from among us. The original plot was that Batman was the only living person at the time, so he became the Batman Who Laughs and eventually destroyed the world.”
“Now there should be five people who will destroy the world…”
“But don’t worry. The comics also describe the solution – blood transfusion. Although I don’t understand why Batman couldn’t do it on his own, and had to find an eight-year-old boy from a parallel world… Anyway, I hope you can finish this as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable.”
Nightwing looked at him with clear blue eyes, somewhat gentle and somewhat serious: “Perhaps you can tell me some basis? We don’t even know your name…”
“Lucien,” Lucien said.
Nightwing waited for a moment: “What’s your last name?”
“I don’t know either. I have lost my memory.”
Nightwing: …
“It is also possible that I am from the Eastern Region, my last name is Lu, and my first name is Xi’an.” Lucian waved his hand: “Don’t worry about these little things. I don’t care about what happened before I traveled through time.”
“In short.” He took a deep breath: “The basis I can give is the true identity of you superheroes, the general context of certain events, some rules hidden in this world that are not sure whether they are true or false, and the boss behind the scenes… What do you want to know?”
“Can I ask some questions?” Nightwing smiled without any sense of oppression.
“Sure…any cigarettes?”
After a while, Nightwing lit a cigarette for him and asked curiously, “Don’t you have no memory?”
Lucian’s skillful movement of blowing smoke rings was obviously not something he had just learned.
“Yes, it’s like I forgot I smoke, but I instinctively want to smoke… my body controls my brain.”
“What about other habits?”
“Are you talking about drinking or taking drugs?” Lucian said, “I don’t know, maybe… Apart from smoking, the only thing I know about my habits is that I like to think from a high place.”
Although Lucian had forgotten himself, he clearly remembered the content of DC comics and was confident enough to answer questions about the aliases and relationships of certain characters.
Nightwing asked:
“Since you know my identity and the relationship between “Dick” and Bruce… then do you know why I left Gotham for Blüdhaven?”
“Um… sorry, I forgot.” Lucian tried to make amends: “But I remember your codename Nightwing comes from Superman’s Kryptonian legend.”
“Okay, let’s change the question… maybe you know the Teen Titans, so do you know why they are named that?”
“…I don’t know.” Lucian only remembered the relationship between the Teen Titans and Nightwing. He began to regret that he had left the game too early and was not very interested in these teenage superheroes. “Why don’t you ask about Batman? I know more about him.”
“Perhaps you can tell me about his eating habits?” Nightwing asked.
“Of course!” Lucien’s voice jumped up and down: “Cookies and milk, right?”
“No, it’s Coke, hamburgers, fries, and baked lobster… He hates drinking milk.”
Lucien: …
He began to question his memory.
“So do you know Batman’s lover?”
“Are you talking about the daughter of Ra’s Glory whose name I forgot? Or Catwoman? Rachel? Julie? Linda? Vicki? Cassie? Natasha? Silver? Sandra? Vesper? Sasha? Becca? Louise? Zatanna? Barbara? Charlotte? White Rabbit? It is said that he also has an affair with Diana… Maybe it’s an unpopular couple that I don’t know about, such as Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, etc…”
Nightwing snapped his fingers: “I believe you, but there is a problem.”
“What?”
“Why do you remember it so clearly?”
Lucien paused for a moment, then smiled and replied, “You know, I know nothing about my past self.”
Now that the crisis of trust has been resolved, the business can begin.
“What do you know about the um… ‘plot’?” Nightwing asked.
“I know Batman was aware of the problem with his body before he turned into the Joker… but the time between awareness and being controlled was very short.”
“for example?”
“Like he didn’t have time to make plans for himself.”
So terrifying!
Nightwing gasped.
“After being infected, Batman summoned the Bat Family back under the pretext of training, and then killed you after the extreme training… I think you can prepare accordingly.” Lucian blinked, “You can play your own role in this regard, I can’t help you much.”
“After you control Batman, you need to find the Joker’s family of three when he died… Subdue them, freeze them, and then exchange their blood.”
“You may be facing great obstacles. This involves the theory of the dark multiverse. Things will develop in the worst direction…”
The conversation between Lucian and Nightwing came from the monitor.
The Bat-Family members minus Nightwing turned their eyes to the silent Batman.
Batman: …
It had been raining for a long time, and the rain was continuous and drizzling, washing away the smoke and smell of gunpowder, and carrying a faint acid that corroded the dripping stone beasts on the tall buildings.
A whole day of rain soaked Gotham, making the city appear uncomfortably cold and quiet. The frightened family of three gradually recovered their spirits after a good sleep. The hostess finished making lunch for the day and knocked on her son’s door.
“John?”
“John?”
There was no answer for a long time, and just as the hostess was about to push the door open, it opened.
John’s pale face revealed: “Mom, what’s the matter?”
“It’s time to eat…Are you feeling unwell, baby?” the hostess asked worriedly and concernedly.
“No, nothing, let’s eat.”
John stuffed the body out of the gap, and the winding bloodstains in the room were isolated from the family as the door closed.
At the dinner table, the hostess looked at John’s pale and silent face and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
“I’m really fine, Mom.”
John raised his head and gave a soothing smile, but it looked so inconsistent and weird: “I was just scared… I’ll be fine after a while… Where’s Dad?”
“Dad has gone to work. He won’t be back until tomorrow.” The hostess put a plate in front of John, on which was a piece of perfectly fried meat: “Just bought beef, very fresh, eat it quickly.”
After dinner, John told the hostess that he wanted to go to bed, so he went back to his room and locked the door.
A terrifying and fearful look came over, and John looked over and met the eyeballs rolling in a pool of blood.