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

Chapter 37 Solomon Grandi

Chapter 37 Solomon Grandi

Boom!

Poison Ivy, piloting a wooden dragon and a plant crab, slammed into Bane. The over 4-meter-tall Bane used only one hand to lift the plant crab high into the air, flip it over, and throw it to the ground. Then he jumped onto Bane, laughing wildly as he raised his fist—once, twice, three times—and began to pound him like a drum.

Chen Tao simply didn't know what to say.

Robin, standing beside him, asked, "Should I call the ventriloquist?"

Chen Tao's lips trembled slightly: "I have never been one for fighting."

"So, are you going to make the call or not? I think Poison Ivy definitely can't beat Bane. The fact that she's managed to suppress him for such a short time is already quite an achievement..."

"Damn it, call for backup! Quick!"

Chen Tao was inwardly furious, but outwardly maintained a calm and composed expression. He stood on a large blue rock in the swamp, adopting a superhero-like posture of looking down, and then forced himself to speak:

"No problem, I expected this outcome." He tried to encourage Robin, then said:

Everything was part of my Laughing Batman... ah, no, I, Batman's, plan!

Below are the five people who were single-handedly beaten up by Bane; so far, no one has been injured.

puff!

Suddenly, as if he had lost his mind, Count Dizziness rushed into Bane's attack range.

Deadshot couldn't understand why this idiot would do such a thing. Oh! Maybe he was relying on the fact that his ability to stun others was more effective the closer they were to the target, and he was actually trying to press his head against Bane to activate his power, hoping to achieve a decisive blow—

All the Death Shooter can say about this is idiocy.

Strength, speed, experience, and fighting skills were all completely outmatched. Stealing things right in front of the shop owner—what kind of idiot is that?

Bain grabbed his body before he could get close, then pulled his upper body up by his left and right sides, lifting him high above his head with a forceful pull—

With a hiss, Count Dizziness's black blood was poured all over Bane's head.

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Every Saturday, the Gotham Gazette dedicates a small section to a lifestyle column called "Gotham is..."

In this section, randomly selected Gotham citizens will complete the sentence "Gotham is...", with a maximum of three words.

When Bane first came to Gotham, he really liked the show.

Here are the words used to describe Gotham in the past few weeks:

"Damn it."

"Cursed."

"madhouse."

"Bloodthirsty."

"Gotham is a vicious place."

"Gotham's chances of winning are slim."

"Gotham is hopeless."

Bain wholeheartedly agreed. He had once felt that such a sinful city should be conquered by him, and it would be a great regret in his life if such sin were not under his control.

But he has now said goodbye to those past ideas.

At that moment, he felt overjoyed, happy, and as if he were floating on air.

All the troubles and dissatisfaction of those days vanished with a loud laugh.

He felt like he had inexhaustible energy, and he was both happy and crazy—

It's strange. He used to be so serious, so full of bitterness and resentment, but all of that vanished after he inhaled nitrous oxide. What plan? What takeover of the city?

None of this matters to him now.

All he wanted to do now was kill the bat. Who cares about this run-down city? He didn't like it at all.

He felt he could do it.

Because, because, he is a righteous warrior, a hero who vanquishes evil—

Bain!

Thinking of this, Bain grinned and laughed loudly.

The chilling laughter made Death Shooter's legs go weak.

The trees could not stop him at all; those winding, twisting branches that slithered across the ground like pythons were no match for his monstrous strength and were torn to pieces.

Bane felt better than ever before. No one could stop him. He didn't need to think about any plans. He just needed to dismantle the green protective shell summoned by Poison Ivy bit by bit, then strike at the heart of the matter, kill everyone present, and then—

Then a large, dark gray zombie came out to stop him.

Solomon Grandi.

Unlike many of Gotham's monsters, this giant zombie has almost zero intelligence, and controlling him... requires some special methods.

"Solomon Grandi... was born on a Monday."

Killer Croc stood panting beside Chen Tao, soaked to the bone, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

"Good heavens! This zombie swims almost as fast as me. I thought I was the amphibian. I had to carry that cow and it took me ages to lure him here."

The giant zombie was devouring the golden bull. Killer Croc said to Chen Tao, "Okay, Batman, uh..."

He turned his head away, then said in a muffled voice, "This feels really strange."

"You'll get used to it over time, Killer Croc," Chen Tao replied. "Times change, and Batman has to keep up with the times too."

As he answered Alfred's call, he said to Killer Croc, "You know, 'a hero needs three helpers.'"

"Solomon Grandi, born on a Monday!"

The giant zombie gnawed on some meat while muttering, "Solomon Grandi, Tuesday..."

"No, Solomon Grendie was born on a Tuesday!"

"?"

The giant zombie paused in its eating. The next second, it flew into a rage.

"Nonsense! Born on a Monday!"

"Batman, can you hurry up? We can't hold on much longer!"

Deathshooer screamed, "Once we're all flattened, we'll die right now!"

Solomon Grendi passed away on Monday!

"I'll get married on Wednesday!"

Baptism on Saturday!

A loud sound came from the sky. The gray giant zombie's face showed an expression of confusion mixed with anger.

"No, no, that's all wrong!"

As expected, the gray giant zombie was enraged.

He suddenly looked up at the sky, trying to find the arrogant person who dared to tamper with his nursery rhyme, but there was no sign of Batman's stealth fighter in the clear sky.

So, unsurprisingly, his furious gaze turned towards Bane, who was wreaking havoc.

"Who altered Grandi's nursery rhymes?"

Deathshooer and Poison Ivy exchanged glances, then stood aside in unison, pointing at Bane.

"He did it."

"Huh? Hiccup, hahaha..."

Bane was still laughing maniacally when, in the next second, the gray giant zombie's fist slammed into his face.

boom!

His face was so dented from being punched that it looked like a cake that had been pressed into a dent.

The sound of bones tearing echoed, and even the combined effects of Titan Venom and Joker Gas could not stop the immense pain.

Bain let out a painful howl and could no longer laugh.

"Solomon Grendie, born on a Monday! Grendie told you, Grendie was born on a Monday!!!"

"Why can't I understand? Born on Monday!"

"Damn it, that wasn't me!"

Bane, barely regaining his senses, raised his head, half of his face still slapped open by Solomon Grandi: "You..."

But at that moment, before anyone could react, the pool of black slime on the ground suddenly splattered onto Bane's face, merging with the black blood that the Count of Dizziness had dripped onto Bane's face earlier.

Chen Tao's heart skipped a beat.

The decaying darkness he had been waiting for... has finally made its move.

He saw that Bain's eyes had turned grayish-white.

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(End of this chapter)