"You know what? Batman, you are wrong." Luthor's high-tech armor protruded from the back with a lot of additional equipment, like energy weapons like shoulder cannons, and he fired at Bruce: "
We are all smart people, but we are different."
Bruce rolled to avoid the attack and punched Luther in the chin with his fist.
"The difference is that I can still keep my whole mouth of teeth, but you can't."
Batman's punch penetrated Luthor's nanotechnology mask, knocking out several of Luthor's teeth, causing the doorknob to fly far out of his hand and land on one of Superman's brain cells.
Batman turned around and ran towards the thing, intending to pick it up and retreat. He felt that that was the key.
Luthor's armor spurted flames from behind to push him forward. He grabbed Batman's leg, threw him aside, and went to pick up the thing himself.
The two of them were fighting for each other, fighting together in Superman's brain.
Bruce has been prepared for a long time. He has a complete plan to deal with Luthor. As long as Luthor is still wearing this green armor, he is no match for Batman.
All the tools used to restrain Luther were taken out of the Bat Belt. Luther was completely unable to fight back and was suppressed by Bruce for a while and was beaten wildly.
"Joker, take action!"
Luther had to use communication methods to seek help from the Joker who controlled Martian Manhunter.
The Joker talks more nonsense at critical moments, but never loses control. The Martian Manhunter under his control laughs so hard that his eyes can no longer be found, and his green fingers begin to deform.
Ron, who was controlled by him, opened Superman's eyelids and let his thin fingers sink into Superman's eye sockets like plant roots and follow the optic nerve into his brain.
"Hahaha, Superman, we haven't gotten to know each other well yet, let Uncle Clown check your body now, hahahahaha..."
Almost instantly, those green tentacles appeared behind Batman, and their sharp tips struck towards Bruce's back.
Batman heard the news and hurriedly evaded, but a green tentacle still opened a large hole in his waist. Blood flowed out, and Luther also took the opportunity to escape.
Batman looked down at the wound and after making sure that his intestines had not fallen out, he ignored the injuries.
He has special endurance skills and uses willpower to block the pain so that he can continue to fight.
He stood up, avoiding the green vines, and continued to rush towards Luther, who had already picked up the door handle.
"It's too late, Batman, you're too slow, it's completely unblocked, now! It's mine, you should get out!"
Luther held the thing and extended his palm to Batman.
A strong red light burst out from the doorknob, like a huge energy cannon, hitting Batman head-on.
In the next second, Bruce, as well as Superman and Ron, were all thrown back into the Hall of Justice. They brought Luthor to the General Assembly, and they were useless.
Bruce, who was hit head-on by the beam, was severely injured. All the bones in his body were shattered, and there were countless external injuries and internal bleeding. Except for the fact that his skull was still there, he was completely a noodle man at this time.
He was thrown by Luther on the reception desk underground in the Hall of Justice. Not far away, several heroes who came for dinner were dealing with the "unseen lantern demon". After seeing the tragic situation of the three people, they couldn't help but let out an exclamation.
.
Superman and Ron were just in coma, but Batman was so seriously injured that he had to get treatment as soon as possible.
They must send him to the infirmary, where there is a replica of the 'ultimate machine', which is a fully automatic high-tech operating table. It is made of promethium metal and is an old friend of Batman.
Bruce still remained conscious, his strong will shielding him from the pain, but he lost his ability to move due to blood loss and fractures.
"Justice League, where are they?"
"Calm down, Batman, you need first aid." The female hero who dragged him to the infirmary refused to answer the question.
"You are Dawn Granger, codenamed White Pigeon, who often operates with the Titans...I know what you are thinking, but now, answer my question, I will go into shock soon, and there is something important
Things must be explained.
The white pigeon flew very fast, and Bruce couldn't resist at all. He had been thrown onto the final machine, and countless mechanical arms were reaching out to him.
"Uh-huh." The sound of a match was struck, and a man pushed open the illuminated door and walked in. He leaned against the wall, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and said to Batman in a cynical tone: "You can speak now, you
The alliance we want is right here."
Batman doesn't need to see or listen, he only needs to smell the smell of Silk Brand cigarettes and the smell of sweat to know who is speaking.
He was silent for a moment, but the other party was right, the Justice League Dark was also the Justice League.
"Master computer, don't use anesthesia."
"Warning, surgery without anesthesia is extremely dangerous." Finally the machine issued a computer voice.
"Reset command, code 0f1270c2 changed to 0111fcd7, voice verification...I am Batman."
The indicator light on the machine flashed: "Instruction reset completed, start surgery."
The various surgical instruments that shone coldly cut open Bruce's uniform and flesh, and started operating on his legs, pulling apart the muscles, gluing the blood vessels, and putting every bone back to its original place.
"Bah bang bang..." Zha Kang, who was leaning against the wall and smoking, shook his head with emotion and clapped his hands: "Wonderful, I actually left a backhand on the medical equipment. I want to ask a lawyer to stay."
I made a will that if one day I die unexpectedly, the murderer will be Batman."
"I don't have much time, listen to every word I say."
Batman didn't pay attention to Zha Kang's talk, but seriously told some information, and then finally went into shock due to excessive blood loss.
Constantine scratched his scalp with the fingers holding the cigarette, and the dandruff fell like snow, making the white pigeon beside him show a look of disgust.
So dirty!
"Oh, this is a big deal..." Constantine realized that he had taken over a big task, and immediately flinched. He was most afraid of trouble.
Just slip away and go back to London to drink.
However, Bai Ge stared at him, his eyes full of contempt.
He knew that if he ran away, Bai Ge would definitely go to the 'dead man' to complain, and the guy in the red tights would definitely haunt him so that he would never have peace.
"What should we do...should we find a way to sacrifice the 'dead man' to the devil to pay off the debt..."
However, this idea provided inspiration to Zha Kang, and he began to think seriously.
I began to think about the possibility of selling the child, maybe in exchange for Sangong's help. If I negotiated to let Sangong stay in the world and get along with my daughter for a while, the current dilemma could be solved.
As for whether 'Raven' is willing to get along with her father... Constantine, as a master of the dark arts, always has a way.