Supervillain Bane vs. Bat-Mite-Seriously?

"I've had enough. I'd rather end it all here than scrape by as a plaything under some omnipotent brat."

Chen Tao sat on a colorful mushroom created by Bat-Mite, his legs crossed at a perfect ninety-degree angle like a naval admiral executing Ace.

"What? But you can't just lie down and wait to die. You're a hero!"

Chen Tao sighed.

"I'm a villain."

"Oh, no!" Bat-Mite clutched his chest, looking as though he were about to stop breathing. "I have to delete the memory of what you just said to me from my mind!"

He screamed as he tried to do exactly that, but soon discovered that, as a being whose essence was imagination, he couldn't act against his own instincts—just as Emperor Joker couldn't make himself forget Batman.

"But you didn't lie down when facing the Anti-Monitor and Darkseid. Shouldn't you try everything possible to defeat every enemy in front of you?"

"That's exactly right."

"So?"

"But I want to retire now." Chen Tao was growing anxious inside. Bat-Mite was still hesitating and hadn't fallen for his guidance, so Chen Tao decided to add some fuel to the fire.

He jumped straight off the mushroom, then threw himself onto the ground and rolled around like a bawling baby, casting Batman's dignity and reputation onto the floor before stomping them to pieces.

"I want to retire! I want to retire! Waaah, waaah, waaah..."

His professional acting skills quickly stimulated his tear glands to produce an enormous amount of moisture. Tears burst from the corners of his eyes like little streams.

Chen Tao didn't possess Bat-Mite's Fifth-Dimensional Power. He had exhausted himself creating this cartoon-like effect in reality, but it was enough to deal Bat-Mite a severe psychological blow.

"Waaah, waaah, I'm crying like Snoopy. Waaah, waaah."

Bat-Mite was utterly flustered.