"You didn't see anything just now, right?"
Batman: "..."
"You didn't see anything, did you? Did you?!"
Batman: "..."
Batman tried very hard to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth were far too conspicuous as he struggled to hold back a smile.
He seemed to have said nothing, yet somehow he had said everything.
"It's over! My lifelong reputation!!!"
At that moment, Zuo Ci tilted his head toward the sky and let out a deeply anguished sigh.
Goddammit, when I took out that speaker, I never expected things to turn into that nightmare! Do you have any idea how horrifying it was to have a whole crowd of Naked Pointy-Heads dancing around me like I was a bonfire?!
He felt he had enough nightmare material for the next few weeks. Even now, remembering it nearly made him drop dead on the spot.
That wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was that Batman had actually seen it!
Fuck, with all those cameras on him, he probably recorded the whole thing ages ago. I've embarrassed myself clear into the Amazon River!
At that moment, Zuo Ci realized that what little dignity he had possessed had now dropped firmly into the negatives.
"You dealt with... uh, what's going on over there?"
After having his fun and scratching his itch for a fight, Jack walked over carrying Bane, who hung like a lump of sludge.
Along the way, he saw that the joints of those bizarre test subjects from earlier had all been dislocated. They lay sprawled on the floor, cosplaying Slime.
That sight made sense to him.
But what was going on over there? Why was a whole crowd of pink, muscular naked men dancing around a speaker? Was this some strange little group's secret ritual?
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