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

Chapter 1120 The Evil Batman: Dragon Strike, The Righteous Laughter

Chapter 1120 The Evil Batman: Dragon Strike, The Righteous Laughter

"hiss----"

Dawnlight gasped as he felt the power that had been gone for so long return to his body.

If the Watchers universe was originally like a murky gel to him, simply stretching out his arms and legs in it was already incredibly difficult, let alone swimming.

The longer it stayed, the tougher the gel solidified, like a lump of iron tightly holding it inside, and the supernatural power it could use became less and less. But now, this lump of gel had directly turned into warm salt water, gently supporting and carrying it, allowing it to float and roam lightly.

"This is my gift to you, the Dawn Lantern."

The Dawn Lantern's eyes widened suddenly.

"The Laughing Bat?!"

"—No, I am Batman Dragon."

"ah?!"

"If you dare interrupt me again, I'll pull out your spine and shove it into your lungs."

"Hiss—you say it."

Dawn Lamp gasped. This was too eerie; he didn't know what to say.

"You want a new origin, a perfect story. Fine, I can grant your request. In exchange, you must grant mine."

"Okay, so what are your conditions?"

Dawn Lantern quickly adjusted his mindset. What difference does it make who you make a deal with? But he had a vague feeling that this deal with Batman Dragon might be a little...

Creepy.

"I want you to use whatever method you choose, whether it's forgery or fraud, to make every living being on Earth in this universe believe that Dr. Manhattan is about to return from Mars and that he harbors ill will towards humanity. I want you to incite hatred towards Dr. Manhattan in everyone and make everyone believe that once Dr. Manhattan returns, everything they have will cease to exist."

"—What exactly do you want to do?"

"You'll know once you've done all this."

Dawn Lantern wanted to gather more information, but all he received in response was the cold voice of Batman Dragon.

"Now do as I tell you to do, and after you've done all that, each of you will get what you've always dreamed of: a perfect origin story. In the entire DC multiverse, in this moment when Perpetua and the Void Hand are finished, and Doctor Manhattan is destroying the entire DC multiverse, I am your only hope."

The Dawn Lantern slowly sank; the other party had no moral bottom line and had grasped their greatest weakness.

"I think you probably have no choice but to agree."

Lex Luthor blinked his bright, sparkling eyes and stared blankly as the Batman Who Laughs uttered these ridiculous words that he would never normally say in his entire life.

What are you talking about, you idiot?

But actually, the Batman Who Laughs is right. They can't compete with Batman Dragon for Crisis Energy, and they can't compete with the Justice League for Anti-Crisis Energy either.

If the goal is to overtake the competition and suppress both sides, the Batman Who Laughs lives up to his name and offers the most advantageous solution. Although Luther finds it quite strange, he can't seem to find any other solution for the time being.

But the Bat Who Laughs seems a little too innocent.

This made Luthor begin to doubt whether the other party's plan could truly work. Sometimes Luthor felt conflicted; on one hand, he wanted the Batman Who Laughs to be somewhat threatening, to help him in Batman: Dragon Slayer and Doctor Manhattan, and the Justice League.

He was caught in the crossfire of the alliance's struggle, but on the other hand, he was worried that the powerful laughter would backfire on him. This feeling of both fear and desire made Luther somewhat uncomfortable.

The control of the Möbius Chair is now with the Laughing One. In other words, if he attacks the Laughing One, the Laughing One could give an order on his deathbed and the Möbius Chair could instantly teleport into the hypertime stream and disappear in a flash, leaving Luther helpless.

It's not impossible for Luther to try to seize control, but he needs to at least get his hands on the chair, and that will take some time.

But what everyone lacks most right now is time.

Luther silently followed the Batman Who Laughs's train of thought.

"Using the Möbius Chair, we can have infinite time, save countless worlds in batches, and then use the overwriting of time flow to replicate our actions in more parallel universes."

After a brief study, Luther understood the operating logic of the Batman Who Laughs.

This is equivalent to using an automated script to play a game. After a few tries, the script will learn how to use the time-travel technique. Then, many parallel universes will likely witness a savior's puppet show, using a pre-designed plan to help their worlds return to normal.

Their plan went very well. After saving several worlds, the Batman Who Laughs uploaded their "game save" to the timeline, overwriting their actions in the history of different parallel universes. A massive amount of anti-crisis energy surged towards the Möbius Chair, but soon—

"It seems like something's wrong," Luther said.

At this moment, they found themselves in a desolate city ruin, with countless dead super-powered zombies lying all around them.

The people in the wasteland cheered and worshipped them as gods, but Luther's eyes were fixed on the Möbius Chair that was suspended in mid-air.

He watched as the anti-crisis energy, which had just increased, suddenly diminished at some point.

"No problem," said the Laughing Bat.

He began busily working on the Möbius Chair, connecting himself to it with various machines. Luther diligently observed and learned from him. His understanding of the Möbius Chair was now on a new level. Someone as intelligent as him only needed to watch a few times to understand what the Batman Who Laughs was doing, even skipping over many unfamiliar points and getting straight to the heart of the matter.

Soon, after the Batman Who Laughs's series of actions, the rate at which the Möbius Chair absorbed the anti-crisis energy returned to its initial level.

"Very well, then the next question is—"

The Batman Who Laughs fell silent. He and Luther watched as the Anti-Crisis Energy plummeted, decreasing until it was almost nonexistent.

"What does this mean? The Bat of Laughter?"

Luther turned his head and looked at the Batman Who Laughs's serious face.

"This means Batman Dragon has started to make his move."

"So that means?"

"Yes, he destroys the phantoms of our history, which we replicate through hyperchronic flow, in different parallel universes."

The Bat Who Laughs said, "They are destroying the history we created—the history of 'I saved this world.' In other words—"

"We're in big trouble."

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