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

Chapter 96 Donning the Black Robe Again

Chapter 96 Donning the Black Robe Again

I am Chen Tao.

A time traveler.

I have considered countless times whether my behavior is truly normal.

Am I affected by those Batman memories?

Did I change my ways and become increasingly crazy under their influence?

Look at what I'm about to do.

I'm going to intercept a nuclear bomb. It's entirely voluntary, premeditated, and I deliberately made it an accident.

—Oh no, it's completely turned into Batman's shape now. That pointy-eared mask has a damn magical power.

—Damn it, what kind of madman would imagine himself being hit by a nuclear bomb?

It's like someone standing on the edge of a cliff, secretly hoping they'll slip and fall.

This is absolutely a pathological self-destructive tendency.

what.

So now, you're starting to question your own motives? Your body has made all the necessary preparations, and then you start to doubt your own mind?

Give me a break.

You say to yourself:

Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

No matter what, this is my decision... Chen Tao's decision.

I decided that, in the worst-case scenario, when all my trump cards have been exhausted, when I had no other choice, I would risk being blown up and personally intercept that nuclear bomb.

Now is the time to put my decision into practice.

So that predictable sense of fear, like a pacemaker, shocks your whole body.

"I modified the design of the nuclear bomb; it's no longer intended as a weapon for ground attacks... It's designed to be used against the weapons you've created."

Bain said.

The world is distorted before your eyes, and Bain's voice is stretched and deformed in your ears.

You heard Bain say:

"Its radar was set to track Batman."

And you know you are Batman.

"This is terrible." Lucius's voice came through the earpiece: "I understand what Bane means. In other words, this nuclear bomb is now being launched according to the predetermined trajectory."

If we ignore it, it will raze Metropolis to the ground, and it's impossible to deorbit it or throw it off Earth, because this nuclear bomb is programmed to track you; once you get close, it will explode!

He spoke somewhat incoherently, his language seemingly unintentional, but at least he managed to explain the current situation reasonably well.

Then Alfred's voice came through the channel:

"Sir, I've heard the general situation. You don't need to rely on yourself."

His face, adorned with a candle stub, appeared on the two-dimensional projection screen, with two claws standing dumbly behind him.

Young Robin stood safely behind him, keeping all danger and peril at bay.

Alfred's tone was very calm, he seemed very rational, and he even had a relaxed smile on his face:

"We must have other ideas; we can think of other ways. For example, drones—"

"Bain specifically named me," Chen Tao whispered to him. "Do you think he wouldn't have thought of this? Drones can't possibly adapt to an environment like this, which is undoubtedly a gift prepared specifically for me."

Alfred paused for a moment, then quickly said:

"Then there are other ways, like the human-bat, the human-faced bat, which can also fly!"

So you don't care about the life or death of the bat? Without a nanobot body to face a nuclear explosion, it would definitely die.

Although Chen Tao didn't mind finding a scapegoat, the main thing was...

"How could a human-faced bat possibly catch up with a missile?"

"Then we can look again..."

Chen Tao took a deep breath.

"Alfred, I've anticipated this situation, haven't I?"

He told Alfred, "It's just a matter of facing a nuclear explosion."

He organized his thoughts:

"I have some special abilities, like being a nanobot or something."

Alfred replied in a low voice, "I know, sir. Although you didn't tell me about them, and I won't ask on purpose, there's no doubt I know."

Chen Tao continued:

"I have imagined the scene of a nuclear explosion. As long as I can transform into a hybrid of a car and a nanobot, plus the amber gold of an owl-bat for survival, even in the face of a nuclear bomb—our chief scientist once calculated the relevant values ​​for me, I will not die, at most I will be weakened."

He stretched out his hands; one hand transformed into black sand from tattered bats, while the other condensed into green dinosaur claws, which then smoothly transformed into car tires under his control.

His temples throbbed with pain, but this time…

These two overlapping transformations did not disintegrate.

Lucius's voice echoed from the side, "Alfred, Bruce didn't tell me to tell you before, mainly because he didn't want you to worry. Besides, this is just a contingency plan for the worst-case scenario, although now... um..."

He said in a somber tone, "This worst-case scenario has become a reality."

Alfred remained silent for a moment.

"You never told me before that you wanted to take the hit of a nuclear bomb."

He abruptly turned to look at Robin standing beside him: "Tim, you knew about this, didn't you? You were the only one who didn't tell me? You were the only one who didn't dare tell me?"

He didn't even call Tim "Master" as usual.

Tim responded with silence.

Alfred turned his head and said dejectedly:

Have you tried it?

Chen Tao remained silent.

"My God, you haven't even tried? You have no idea if you can survive a nuclear bomb."

"It's not that exaggerated," Chen Tao told him. "According to the numerical calculations, as long as I'm not at the very center, the shockwave and heat energy won't be enough to destroy me. Of course, radiation won't affect me either..."

Chen Tao rambled on for a while, then suddenly realized that this wouldn't dispel Alfred's worries, so he stopped explaining and finally said:

"I'm sorry, Alfred. I'm afraid I have to go. After all, it's Batman's responsibility."

Chen Tao could clearly hear every word he said.

"And I am—"

"No! No! You can't!!! You're not him! He's dead! He's finally dead! He finally got his wish, perishing together with the monsters in exhaustion!"

Alfred finally snapped.

He was trembling all over and could no longer maintain the forced smile.

"This city has given you back to me! Gotham has given me back the little boy named Bruce Wayne who died in Crime Alley with his parents!"

"You've finally let go, you can finally sleep soundly, you're finally at peace—my child!"

He carefully reached out his hand, as if to caress Bruce's face through the screen, as if touching some fragile porcelain.

"My life has been so full of hardships, my child, I'm covered in wounds! You've suffered so much! You didn't have to, you don't need to—"

He clenched his fists tightly, as if that would allow him to desperately grasp his Bruce, as if Chen Tao would transform into a bat and fly away at any moment.

"Please, damn it! You no longer have to be a bat monster in black!"

"..."

The old man seemed to have used up his last bit of strength; his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Please..."

"..."

"There are others... others can go. You owe this city nothing, you owe no one. You should go live a normal life. What happens to this city, or other cities, is none of your business anymore."

He let out two indistinct sobs.

Under the light, half of Chen Tao's face was hidden in shadow.

"A nuclear bomb explodes, the world is destroyed, but... these are not your responsibility."

他 说:

"You promised to retire with me."

It's always the same; it's happened far too many times—the Son of Gotham dons his armor once more, the dead bat monster rises again, and he…

To have to watch Bruce Wayne face death once again was undoubtedly the cruelest torture Alfred had ever endured.

Regarding this...

I sincerely apologize.

"Alfred..."

"I am Batman."

Chen Tao always felt that these words had a sense of destiny.

They looked at each other in silence.

Lucius's voice rang in Chen Tao's ears at that moment: "We've detected it, that nuclear bomb!"

He said with a hint of sadness, "But we no longer have interceptor missiles. So..."

"I see."

The Dark Knight took a deep breath, bowed heavily, and sighed. When he raised his head, Alfred saw the raging fire that had consumed everything roaring fiercely in his eyes.

He knew that look in his eyes all too well; he was very familiar with it.

That unique look in Batman's eyes—he had seen that look countless times in the past.

Aloof and dignified, with a sharp and disdainful edge!

(End of this chapter)