The World Forger? Batman Won't Like That

Philosopher Hume said this in A Treatise of Human Nature: reason is, and ought only to be, the slave of the passions.

While Supreme Superboy and Anti-Monitor were beating the Evil Nobles together like punching bags, Chen Tao and Hero Day were enjoying this rare...

Er...

Leisure?

The Batman Who Laughs had already been carried away. He had fled in disarray. Once Supreme Superboy and Anti-Monitor killed the Evil Nobles, they would use Dark Nights: Metal to create enough Crisis Energy.

Then their fragile alliance would immediately collapse, and they would turn on each other and beat each other's brains out.

The amusing thing was that everyone in the alliance knew this perfectly well.

"Batman, we caught Barry, but he's acting strange right now. The Batman Who Laughs took Cyborg's half-metal body with him. He's been carrying it around, and we couldn't get it back."

"Hmm."

Chen Tao pressed his temples. Lex Luthor and the others had achieved their objective—at least, part of it.

"Mm-hmm... If the Batman Who Laughs forced enough drugs into Barry, get him settled somewhere first. And as for the World Forger..."

"I understand."

Chen Tao and Luther did not talk for long. Luther knew that Batman had to focus entirely on dealing with the troublesome people around him.

After sharing the intelligence about Old Huo Rong with Luther, Luther had also begun advancing his own plans. As for Cyborg...

Chen Tao rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then glanced at Dumb Owl, who was following beside him.

"What? You don't dare drink what I gave you?" He handed over a pot of tea, looking perfectly natural, as if he had not mixed in enough chaotic control methods to kill someone.

"I'd be an idiot if I drank it," Dumb Owl said bluntly.

Chen Tao curled his lips.