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

Chapter 521 Fault Insurance, Every Bat in the Dark Multiverse

Chapter 521 Faulty Insurance: Every Batman in the Dark Multiverse is a Hero

In a certain dark multiverse.

The Dark Knights' civil war finally came to an end after the surrounding city ruins were turned into a complete wasteland. The drowned vengeful spirits who tried to fight the Destroyers and the Red Death Lords by themselves were beaten like dead dogs. The Killing Machine, who had just returned from the Batman Who Laughs, stood between the three who still wanted to continue fighting.

"Can someone explain to me what's going on right now?"

The ravager and the Red Death Demon turned their gazes to the drowned souls almost simultaneously.

The drowned spirit remained silent, her lips pursed. She had already realized that her mental state hadn't been quite right when she started the fight—of course.

A certain kind of maniacal laughter connected her thoughts, leading her to make choices that were completely different from what she would normally do.

She's at least a Batman, and unlike the Red Death or the Destroyer, her mind is among the best in the entire Dark Knights, at least more normal than her colleagues.

But can she say at this moment that she was mind-controlled by some unverifiable method, which is why she went crazy and fought with you?

Of course not, that would be suicide. The consequence of her saying such a thing wouldn't be that her teammates would try to help her figure out how all this happened, but rather that the Batman Who Laughs would see her as a defective product and kill her immediately.

The drowned souls knew very well how the Dark Knights dealt with those Batmen they considered unqualified. Take the previous world, for example. The Batman of War in that world was a combination of Batman and Mongo, but he was too weak. Apart from his ability to control the interstellar war fortress of the War World, he couldn't even hold his own against the Destroyer in a short time when it came to brute force.

After proving his weakness, the Dark Knights swarmed him and quickly tore him to pieces. Barbatos treated his universe as a snack before unleashing his power, devouring it until only an empty shell remained.

This is what happens when something is deemed defective.

Therefore, it is precisely at times like these that we must appear more assertive.

The drowned spirit said, "The Batman Who Laughs promised us that every member of the Dark Knights is equal, and that no one can be above another."

She pointed the finger at the perpetrators: "Perhaps you should ask the person who actually caused the conflict. I don't want this situation, where I'm forced to fight to prove that some things are inviolable, to happen a second time."

This accusation is risky, but it's the best course of action right now. The mysterious control over her mind caught the drowned soul completely off guard.

The drowned soul had already decided what to say next, but had no idea what to do next.

Everyone present was Bruce, and they knew all about his usual tricks. The drowned souls had to come up with a solution that didn't seem like Bruce's usual approach to get away with it, at least shifting some of the blame for starting the fight onto the Red Death and the Destroyer.

But to her surprise, the Destroyer and the Red Death Demon suddenly seemed to act for some reason at this moment...

"It's all over. Let it go. All I want to do now is set up my TV," Red Death said in a hoarse voice.

The Destroyer's eyes gleamed with malice towards the drowned souls, but that light quickly faded along with the Red Death Demon's words.

"We're safe now," he told the killing machine.

The killing machine glanced at the three of them.

"Don't let internal strife interfere with our important business," he warned. "The observation screen can be built, but more importantly, we need to help Barbatos destroy this universe again so he can draw power from it. So we also need a Dark Spire; you've built them several times before, you should be quite skilled by now."

The killing machine said, "Alright, let's get started, everyone... I don't think it will take you too long to create it."

"Then I need to finish building my television first, and then I can start building the Dark Spire."

"As you see fit, it won't take long," the killing machine said. "The important thing is to avoid any further conflict at this time."

The Red Death Demon began to build rapidly; in this dark multiverse filled with dark energy, materials were the easiest thing to find.

He used his incredible speed to grab a bewildered creature from the Dark Multiverse, then snapped its neck. A large amount of flesh and blood mixed with the Dark Multiverse power contained within the creature. Then, the Red Death Demon gathered a bunch of spare parts, combined this power with the parts, and began repeating the process endlessly.

In this somewhat cruel forging process, as countless beings from the Dark Multiverse died, a new small Dark Multiverse Observer was quickly forged and then connected to the Dark Spire.

"Let me see..." Red Death rubbed his hands together expectantly: "When did that Batman fall? When will he join us? How will the fate of the Dark Multiverse play tricks on him?"

"And when will that universe...?"

"Will it be the end he was destined to have?"

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My name is Thomas Wayne, also known as Night Owl, and I'm making a huge mistake.

Not only was I controlled, but the other side also used me to severely damage the important allies I had gathered in the early stages.

Wolf and his allies have been rendered useless. Lex Luthor is still on the run with Dick Grayson. He knows very well that this mind control cannot keep me in check for long, so he wisely chose not to stay by my side.

Things are irreversible now. Our two universes are like mountains about to collide. I'm sure that once the two universes make contact, all the troublesome things will be thrown into my universe. Then they'll take all my thrusters, create a speed storm in my universe... and then throw my universe down to die.

Although I've temporarily broken free from the Joker, I have every reason to believe this isn't over. He's just gathering his strength to completely control me and be reborn in my body.

Even if I injected the antidote that would most easily suppress him after I broke free, it could only slow down the process, not change it.

If I were to put everything I was doing right now and devote myself entirely to the laboratory, using methods to analyze the cells in my own body to deduce an antidote for the Joker virus synthesized by Batman, with my drug development skills, I might be able to stop this seemingly irreversible transformation.

But the truth is, I no longer have time to spend slowly in the lab trying to figure out an antidote.

Therefore, I must seize the time and do what I should really be doing.

"Warning, sir, in 17 minutes and 23 seconds, the two universes will undergo the first phase of overlap. Once the overlap occurs, scenario E is expected to happen, and you will no longer be able to stop it from happening."

Night Owl heard the warning from the owl computer built into his armor. He passed through the lowest level of his owl cave, quickly using the Night Owl armor's acceleration to navigate through the various secret passages. Relying on his memory, he found his way to the place. He then stopped at the door of a secret room, conducted a lot of checks, and finally went inside.

Many people believe that Night Owl is ruthless and treats others as puppets and toys. He is a cold and ruthless utilitarian machine who can sacrifice a small number of people without hesitation for the sake of the majority. However, what they do not know is that this small number of people certainly includes Night Owl himself.

To prevent himself from being subjected to telepathy or mind control as he is now, Thomas Wayne the Night Owl prepared a backdoor for himself before he began executing all his plans.

He called the plan:

Failure insurance.

Night Owl had absolutely no idea what lay behind that iron gate. After completing the entire failsafe plan, Night Owl erased his memory, retaining only the knowledge that the plan existed, but knowing nothing of its specifics. He only knew two things:

First, the fail-safe plan strictly adheres to utilitarianism, doing everything possible to save their universe.

Second, the failsafe plan has its own specific features that ensure it always protects the world and does nothing to harm the universe under the control of an external enemy.

If he had activated the failsafe before being infected by the Joker virus, his Joker personality would never have had the opportunity to manipulate his body to do so many things that destroyed the original plan.

So let me see what the failsafe I prepared beforehand is?

A plan? A machine? Or perhaps...

"A robot?"

When he entered the secret room he had prepared, he saw a huge robot placed on a special shelf.

As I entered, the robot's two bright eyes also began to glow blue.

Night Owl carefully examined the robot he had created. It bore some traces of the Amozzo robot. He had shamelessly plagiarized Dr. Ivo's invention, or perhaps he had even had Dr. Ivo participate in its creation. After resolving the situation, he knocked the robot down with a single blow and then used a telepathic device to erase its memory.

Night Owl knew he was absolutely capable of doing such a thing, but he had now forgotten the specific process of building the robot, so these were all just guesses.

There's also some Despair Demon DNA that's fused with Martian Hunter's DNA?

Night Owl seemed lost in thought. The Despair Demon possessed abilities similar to Martian Manhunter, and with the combined modifications, the Failure-Proof Robot would only become stronger.

So what comes next?

As Night Owl pondered this, he carefully examined the robot. Every cosmic overlord who had ever joined him had left their mark on it.

Lady Styx's dark matter, the Galactic Golem's cosmic energy, the Soul Eater's magic, the telepathic abilities granted by the Despair Cells, and parts of Starro's body tissue.

These strange and unusual things turned what was originally a beautifully designed, streamlined robot into a bloated creature laden with numerous weapons.

He carried an external loading system on his back that looked like a giant backpack, with steel-like pathways extending to his arms. To keep these pathways running, a huge armor plate had to be added to his original arms, followed by the expansion of other parts of his body.

It can be seen that this robot originally did not have that many complex functions. After upgrading and modifying it, due to the lack of time, the old frame was still the same, and it was forcibly upgraded into a behemoth with a height of nearly three meters.

"So, can this thing really solve my current predicament?"

As Night Owl thought this, he never doubted himself, but things were different now, at least this time.

He had some doubts about his abilities.

Deep down, he was silently questioning himself:

Why did this happen? Why did this happen?

He had tried his best, he had considered all possible scenarios, but why did he still fall short and get forced into this predicament by Batman and Luthor?

Can he really save his world all by himself?

Night Owl took a deep breath. He was quite certain that such thoughts of fear and cowardice did not originate from himself, but rather from the influence of the Joker virus on his brain.

So he gave the order to the faulty fuse: "I need to stop the merging of the two universes, how do I do that?"

The giant fail-safe robot's two eyes lit up, and then a synthesized voice came from its mouth.

"We're looking for a plan...we're looking for a backup plan...we're looking for a way to prevent the two universes from overlapping."

Night Owl watched the machine nervously.

Hurry up, hurry up.

I need a pre-prepared plan.

He believed in himself. He believed he must have planned this situation beforehand and then been forced to seal these memories away out of fear of the counter-surveillance agents. But now he could use them and then use this method to completely turn the tide.

"I'm sorry, you didn't prepare a similar plan."

Night Owl felt something suddenly grab his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

His memory told him that he had left behind a solution in the faulty fuse that could save the entire universe. He trusted his own wisdom and thought he could have considered every aspect of the plan.

But now.

The harsh reality tells Night Owl that he is not a god, that it was all an illusion, that his erased memories gave him false hope, and that it all vanished completely.

Nothing could be more cruel than this.

But he soon heard the follow-up regarding the faulty fuse.

"But there is another plan that might match."

"Reject those who oppose surveillance."

Night Owl took a deep breath.

He looked at the fault-tolerant robot's flickering face and glowing eyes.

This is hope.

(End of this chapter)