Leg-breaking Batman

He did try to resist, releasing everyone to join forces against the fake Batman.

But what was the result? Even if they all attacked together, they were no match for him; his strength was ridiculously great.

He was shot in the head but it didn't bother him; he got up and continued fighting in no time. The scene was like a nightmare; he beat everyone up.

Run away? Don't be ridiculous!

The guy who had escaped last time was now sitting in the corner, blood streaming down his leg, his face pale, his eyes filled with fear and despair; he was terrified.

At first, the Joker was interested in chatting with Deadpool, who was the epitome of chaos, and he always loved chaos.

You can also find out his background by chance.

But now, the Joker absolutely loathes this guy; he's not just chaotic, he's pure scum.

"Joker, I'm here to exchange ideas and learn. Everyone says Arkham is full of talented people..."

"..." The Joker remained expressionless.

"By the way, do you wear face powder every day? Could you recommend some?"

The Joker remained silent.

"Speaking of which, where were we? Oh, I remember, it was a few years ago when I turned down a colonel's offer..."

"..." The Joker's eyes were already glazed over.

"Why don't you smile? Are you just naturally averse to smiling? I'll teach you a way to be happy. First, you need a mirror, and a handsome face..."

"... I can't take it anymore!"

The Joker finally lost his temper, snatched the pistol from Deadpool's waist, pointed it at his own chin, and pulled the trigger.

The Joker collapsed onto the bar, finally able to have some peace and quiet.

The surrounding criminals stared blankly, as if frozen in place.

Gotham's king of crime, the Joker who struck fear into the hearts of all, was actually killed off by Batman.

"Looks like my friend needs to take a nap, so who's going to keep me company and continue our conversation?"

Deadpool surveyed the criminals around him, his nimble fingers twirling in the air as if carefully selecting the next "lucky one."

"You're the one, Riddler! Let's play a riddle game! You tell me, and I'll guess."

Deadpool excitedly pointed to the Riddler in the corner and said.

"..."

Bludhaven

Early in the morning, Dick Grayson turned on the television, ready to catch up on the latest news.

"Gotham's Leg-breaking Batman is ruthless, breaking the legs of thousands of citizens overnight. Now let's interview them."

The host's serious voice came from the television.

"..."

Dick Grayson rubbed his ears in disbelief, wondering if he had misheard. Had his usually calm and composed adoptive father finally been driven mad?

The news cameras panned to the hospital, and the so-called innocent citizens appeared one by one on screen; he recognized most of them.

"Batman is so cruel. I just wanted to borrow some money, and he broke my leg."

This was a burly man with a face full of scars, tearfully making his accusations.

"I'm just selling things."

The camera then shifts to another person, someone he recognizes—a drug dealer.

"I'm just taking in some poor, homeless girls."

Dick Grayson smirked. He recognized the man; he was a kidnapper, and he had personally taken him in once.

Watching these wailing figures, Dick Grayson felt a surge of satisfaction.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

"No, how could so many people's legs be broken in just one night?"

The news camera panned to the presenter, who was looking at the paper in his hand with a serious expression.

"According to statistics, 100 Leg-breaking Batman appeared in Gotham yesterday. Where did they come from, and why did they break the legs of innocent citizens? Gotham News will continue to report on this."

Dick Grayson's expression changed drastically. 100 Batman? Bruce, what's wrong with you?

He picked up the phone and started contacting other people; 100 Batman were not a force he could handle alone.

Have you seen today's news?

Batcave

"..."

Kino was also reading the report, speechless.

"Hahaha, Leg-breaking Batman, Kino, what were you thinking?" Venom laughed loudly, while Pamela chuckled beside him.

"I also want to know what you're thinking, why are you all missing legs?"

Kino looked at the dark mass of Batman behind him and asked helplessly.

"Young Master, those guys are infuriating! They've been knocked down, yet they still dare to yell! We'll Young Master if you break the drone's legs..."

"Don't worry, Young Master, we know what we're doing. Anyone who robs us will have a leg broken."

"Two legs of drug trafficking."

"A man with a prior murder conviction suffered a comminuted leg amputation."

"Kidnapping, rape, and the loss of three legs."

With each word and phrase, they clearly defined the levels of leg amputation.

"Hahaha... Kino, you're the one who started it all."

Venom was laughing so hard he was clutching his stomach.

"Pfft, I'm sorry, darling."

Pamela tried hard to suppress her laughter, but in the end she couldn't hold it in, and a slight smile crept onto her lips.

"Pamela, laugh if you want to, don't hold it in."

Kino shook his head helplessly, and looking at the joyful scene before him, he couldn't help but laugh himself.

"Young Master, are we going to break another leg next?"

Frank asked earnestly, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"... Let's break it off. I only promise not to kill anyone."

"Kino, what's next? Are we just going to stay in Gotham and fight crime?" Venom asked curiously.

"How could that be? I'm not a nanny, of course I'm just looking for some fun."

Kino's lips curled up; his super hearing allowed him to hear the nearby arguments and whispers from underground.

After instructing Frank to prepare the next steps, Kino stretched lazily.

"Let's go shopping."

If Kino, Venom, and Pamela have to do everything themselves, what's the point of having subordinates?

After saying that, the three figures quickly disappeared at the exit of the Batcave.

On the other side, in an apartment in Gotham.

A group of people gathered.

Nightwing: Dick Grayson

Red Robin: Tim Drake

Red Hood: Jason Todd

Oracle: Barbara Gordon

Green Arrow: Oliver Queen

This was all the people he could call in a short time; the others were either too far away or unreachable.

He tried contacting Batman, but there was no response; it was clear that something had happened.

Batman is in danger every minute he is delayed.

"Found them. Based on the Batman's movements, they came from the manor."

Barbara pointed the screen at the others, which displayed most of Batman's routes from the previous night, the intersection of which was undoubtedly Wayne Manor.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go and take out these imitators," Jason Todd said coldly.

"I don't think so, Jason. This is one of the Batman images."

Tim said, showing the computer screen.

On the screen, Batman is engaged in a fierce firefight with a group of gangsters.

With the power to send a person flying with a single punch, and the speed to dodge bullets as fast as a ghost, his fighting skills are exquisite.

Seeing this, everyone's expressions grew even more solemn.