blenderwars Chapter 148 Bane, Batman, Superman: Rediscovering Oneself
Chapter 148 Bane, Batman, Superman: Rediscovering Oneself
Chapter 148 Bane, Batman, Superman: Rediscovering Oneself
Bain got up from the ground, his muscles throbbing with pain, a familiar, agonizing pain that accompanied him at this moment.
The streets were deserted; there wasn't a single person in sight.
No one arrested him; he didn't even realize he was in the police station. Nobody cared about him, as if he were just a third-rate nobody, a dispensable supporting character.
His assembled villains scattered like birds and beasts. Those rabble, untrustworthy thugs, utterly disloyal, were people Bane never expected anything from.
He pressed the communicator on his arm.
"Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"
No one responded.
"Is anyone there? If anyone can hear me, please reply immediately."
No one responded.
Bain propped himself up and took two deep breaths.
That illusion reappeared.
Bain covered his head, somewhat dazed.
That vast, white sky, like a night sky, an infinitely pure white world. He shouted across the boundless wilderness, and ran wildly through the mist.
In the shadows at the edge of the world, a giant bat flaps its wings.
He soared through the skies, casting shadows across the heavens, so...
Beautiful.
He fell countless times, roaring, struggling, howling, all to grasp the reflection of that bat. Hurricanes swept him away, lightning swept him away, darkness warmed his heart, and propelled him forward.
Those countless inverted and chaotic lights and shadows, countless memories, and mixed within them, that deafening roar—
"Come on, face me!"
"I will defeat you! I will defeat you!"
"I will be your nightmare! The biggest nightmare of your life!"
"I am Bane, I am everything!!!"
"what!"
"what!"
"I'm not afraid of you!"
"Come on! Come on!!!"
In the end, everything fell into silence, even the sound of the wind vanished into nothingness.
In the end, at the very end of everything, he just huddled up, like a piece of trash, and collapsed in a forgotten corner.
No one even arrested him; they just knocked him down and left him sprawled in the middle of the street.
He propped himself up with his trembling arms.
The venom tube that Superman had torn off dripped some residual venom, flowing onto his pale, bulging muscles and his wood-textured arms.
No one answered me...
No one answered me...
Bain knelt down, trembling.
He found a steel bar on the ground, one end of which was extremely sharp.
He pressed it against his own neck, silently feeling the cold temperature of the steel.
Then he used the steel bar to cut the skin on his neck, and that familiar warmth flowed around him.
He stood up.
"Don't you know who I am?"
He spoke slowly and deliberately.
He spoke to the void, to the reflection of the bat flying in the sky.
"So you finally understand me?!"
When he took his first step, all the pain in my body disappeared.
My lungs, face, and abdomen all felt refreshed and incredibly strong.
Half of my body is sprouting, while the other half is decaying. Life and death have never been so intertwined and harmonious within me, resonating in unison.
I shouted into the deserted wilderness.
"So you finally know who I am?"
When I took the second step, my mental anguish disappeared.
What I worry about, what troubles me, is my self-doubt.
They've all disappeared.
When I took the third step, the pain in my soul disappeared.
I moved closer to Bain, and Bain moved closer to me.
Bain embraced me as I cried, cradling my face in his hands, and wept with me.
The little boy saw all the options.
The little boy resolved to choose his own end.
The little boy saw Bain hold his hand.
For the first time since he turned nine, he felt safe.
He sang softly.
"I swear by the blood of my parents."
"I will avenge their tragic deaths..."
"I will spend the rest of my life on this—"
"Conquer all evil!!!"
There are no more plants, no more decay, no more boundary between life and death.
There is no upper limit.
There is no more fear, cowardice, or addiction.
because--
Bain is here!
The boundary between the black of decay and the green of all things was broken at this moment, and mixed with the regeneration brought by amber gold, it condensed into an unprecedented power.
Corruption-laden black smoke clung to the vines that symbolized life, making the green foliage appear so vibrant and luscious.
The stench of the corpse and the fragrance of flowers bloomed simultaneously on his body, like a towering tree sprouting from a gruesome dead body.
Those countless ethereal voices were singing:
"Holy is the King who inspired me in the heavens—"
"I am nurtured by divine power, and I come from the highest love and instinctive love."
"Before me, nothing had ever happened!"
boom!
The silent explosion stirred up the dust in Bain's mind, washing away every corner of his cowardice.
Bane opened his eyes and saw the communicator on his arm light up, through which came Red Hood's voice: "Bane, I'm here. Can you hear me?"
"I can, Red Hood."
Bain pressed the communicator.
"Great, we can now..."
"Pass on my orders, Red Hood."
Bain closed his eyes and heard the plants whispering to him, while a dead rat carcass a few kilometers away was relaying information to him.
His roots felt the earth tremble, and the rotting animal carcasses mixed in the soil told him everything he felt.
He opened his eyes.
"I'll give you a spot. Everyone, regardless of who the villain is, can come to this spot if they're willing."
"Ah, but shouldn't we retreat—"
"No retreat, Red Hood."
Then he heard Bain's voice.
"Only Bain."
"It's okay if no one comes. This is the final battle where everything is at stake."
Jason sensed a resolute determination in the other person's words.
"All right."
He said.
He turned his head and saw the mud-faced live wire trying to electrify the fake flame created on top of the mud-faced atomic skull.
Nearby, a freshly baked mud bomb is putting a real scarecrow into a transparent cage, and then a lump of mud attaches to a robot, instantly transforming it into a real scarecrow.
"I promise I'll bring plenty of men to help you, Bain."
He assured the other party on the phone, "Trust me, I promise I won't just bring a few people to see you."
"It doesn't matter." He heard Bain's cold voice on the phone: "It's all fine. I've changed, I'm not the person I used to be. As for helpers, it's fine if I have them, but it doesn't matter if I don't."
"cowry……"
Red Hood wanted to say something more, but then he realized that the call had been disconnected.
"What are you doing...?"
Jason muttered a couple of things, then, seeing Mudface still chatting and joking to himself, he couldn't help but put his hand to his forehead.
Muddy is good in every way, except that he has too much of a desire to perform and often does so regardless of the occasion.
"Mudface! Are the weapons for dealing with Bane ready?"
no response.
Jason took a deep breath: "Batman's most beloved Robin! What about the weapon used against Bane?"
The mud-covered face reacted immediately.
Damn it! Jason snorted.
He knew it wasn't Mudface's fault. When he played other roles, he would immerse himself in them.
Therefore, it is necessary to use specific vocabulary such as Robin to awaken his desire to "play the role of Robin" and pull him away from the desire to "play a living wire".
But I'm still so angry!
……
……
……
Chen Tao is flying.
The drifting black sand gathered on his body.
too slow.
He gritted his teeth, and the next second, a sea-blue mask covered his mouth and nose, and his jet-black bat cloak turned azure.
The bullet bat possessed the body in an instant, breaking through the sonic boom and emitting a sharp, groaning shriek in the air.
fine……
I have time.
Chen Tao repeatedly reminded himself of this.
He knew perfectly well that the Superman in his universe might not be the same Superman of the main universe he was familiar with. But Louise hadn't died, and Martha was unharmed. Based on his prior preparations, no matter how serious the accident, things shouldn't have deteriorated to the worst possible state.
But Brainiac...
He took out a communicator from his belt.
After synchronizing the high-speed bullets, he could no longer directly use the Broken Bat's nanobots to synchronize the situation on-site in real time.
Fortunately, he left another communicator in the dummy made of mud and nanobots, which allowed him to see the scene Luther presented through the dummy's eyes:
Superman grabbed Black by the neck and punched him repeatedly in the face, causing him to bleed from his mouth and nose.
The shield formed by telekinesis was as if it didn't exist. It had just been erected when it was smashed apart by those iron fists. First, countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared, and then it shattered with a deafening roar.
Superman's fist, stained with Black's blood, was incredibly striking and glaring.
Superman's murder is a done deal.
It's terrible.
I have prepared for the worst.
Chen Tao took out the spray gun that the Poison Ivy woman had prepared for him from his pocket.
Based on the control agent synthesized from kryptonite and formed from the power of the Green of All Things, and with the support of Lucius technology and specific data about Superman's body, the potion's power will only be stronger than the toxin that Poison Ivy synthesized single-handedly in "Batman: Hush".
With the speed of a bullet or a bat, he could easily force the drug directly into Superman's mouth.
Even if oral administration was too ineffective, he also prepared kryptonite syringes, as the onset time of intravenous injection was definitely shorter than that of a high-speed bullet or the time it would take for a Bizarro bat to synchronize.
No matter how badly the situation deteriorates, he will never be helpless.
He saw red light emanating from Superman's eyes.
He could understand Superman's choice. Anyone, when pushed to such an extreme, would understandably resort to murder.
Although he suspected it was very likely a trap...
Black and Luther, working together, used layer upon layer of decoys to obscure people's vision. Chen Tao regretted that he had trusted too much the impression he had of the two of them from comics in his previous life.
Brainiac must have done something; he interfered with Black's mind, amplifying Black's hatred and jealousy towards Superman to the point that he lost his mind—Black was deliberately tempting Superman to murder him!
Clearly, this is a complex plan. Once Superman actually kills Black and fulfills Brainiac's wish, what will Superman become?
Is he controlled by the green-haired cosmic collector Brainiac, just like the purple-haired Blake?
Or will Brainiac do something to Superman, rendering him powerless to resist, and after removing Superman, Earth's strongest defense, take over Metropolis or another city, and then destroy all of humanity's civilization?
But that doesn't matter.
Chen Tao took a deep breath.
His gaze was focused on the image provided by Luthor, where the blood on Superman's fist was so clearly visible.
I'm still here. I can solve this. Superman... I can handle him.
Chen Tao sighed.
He's already planning his retirement. You know, in the original comics, Superman has defeated Brainiac single-handedly more than once. He has the ability and the courage to do so.
Brainiac will always fail, without Batman needing to lift a finger.
really...
I……
They're already close to retirement.
I'm already planning my retirement.
Unfortunately...
At least, right now, at this very moment...
I'll be temporarily...
It's Batman again!
Chen Tao muttered to himself, his voice drowned out by the sonic boom of the high-speed flight, yet echoing repeatedly in his own mind.
"I am Batman, and I am on the move."
……
……
……
"Superman's eyes glowed red."
"That destructive power burst forth from it."
"The evil demon vanished into thin air—"
"Turn into burning, dried-up bones."
"The righteous and benevolent gods are no more—"
"You know, all that's left is—"
"The world's unlucky stars, the demons of the mortal realm!!!"
Yes, that's exactly the kind of storyline it should be.
This should have been the end of the story. This should have been the beginning of the story. This should have been the normal progression. This should have been the abnormal change.
however……
The gods only weep, and you wicked mortals, can you hear the divine pronouncement? Do you understand his resolve?
"I will not bring shame upon my beloved because of you."
Blake was stunned.
"Let me put it all out for you. While you were playing your cowboy game, I broke into your safe house and killed your girlfriend..."
"And you haven't even retaliated in kind?"
The green on Blake's face disappeared.
He grabbed Superman by the collar, and the man stared at him coldly.
Blake's mouth and nose were covered in blood.
"Come on, weren't you playing really well? Like a devil, just like us? Are you pretending to be someone else?"
"Keep fighting! Our battle isn't over yet!!!"
A powerful burst of green telekinetic energy erupted from Blake's raised hand, striking Clark but failing to budge him in the slightest.
Protected by his biological stance, Black couldn't even manage to flip Superman's collar.
"I'm telling you. I won't kill you. If that's what you want, you've miscalculated."
Blake felt his hands were a little weak, and he didn't know why. He felt his telekinesis was weakening, but he didn't care about it.
He continues to attack Superman.
But it was no use. His bio-force protected him, and when he teleported to the corpse and picked it up, Blake couldn't even attack the body.
The gods of the mortal realm wept softly.
"Revenge is not justice. Blake, this is my choice. Revenge is not justice."
"Never."
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(End of this chapter)