Chapter 129: Ch.128 Current State of Batman Who Laughs

Chapter 129: Ch.128 Current State of Batman Who Laughs

Su Ming had to put in some effort to find Barry, eventually discovering him hiding in the very tunnel Su Ming had dug out earlier. Barry had somehow found a bag of cookies and was munching on them, crumbs falling everywhere.

"Had a good rest?" Su Ming asked calmly, leaning on his greatsword, with black blood still dripping from the blade.

"*Cough, cough*, these cookies are too dry. Some water would be nice," Barry stretched his neck, swallowing a mouthful of cookies with difficulty. He looked a bit embarrassed at the pile of empty cookie bags beside him. "Want some? I just got some chocolate-filled Oreos from J'onn."

Although Su Ming was now clean, the lingering nausea from being surrounded by the weird dark energy inside Barbatos still clung to him, leaving him with no appetite.

Besides, he wasn't a speedster, so he didn't get hungry that quickly. On the contrary, thanks to the X-Metal enhancement, his body was filled with energy, making him feel somewhat bloated.

"No thanks. Speaking of which, Martian Manhunter really has a thing for chocolate Oreos. He should ask the company for an endorsement deal; that way, he could eat as many as he wants without paying."

"Uh, J'onn isn't like you. He's... a very low-key person. He doesn't like being in the spotlight," Barry said, stuffing another cookie into his mouth, his words muffled.

Su Ming suddenly had the urge to grab Martian Manhunter and ask him if he knew the four ways to... no, to *eat* Oreos.

Endorsing a product is perfectly legal and legitimate, and he's a loyal customer of the brand. Yet, Martian Manhunter refuses to leverage that for his benefit because he's worried about misleading consumers in their choice of cookies. After all, his taste doesn't represent everyone's.

This kind of morality is almost too rigid, overly considerate.

If Su Ming had his powers, he'd turn the Justice League into a cash cow, endorsing products, filming commercials, and counting money while sitting at home—how great would that be?

Su Ming felt like J'onn was missing out on a fortune.

"What kind of product do you think I should endorse if I wanted to make some money?" Su Ming suddenly asked Barry.

"Uh...???" Barry was taken aback, puzzled. Was product endorsement part of mercenary work? Surely no reputable company would want Deathstroke as their spokesperson, right?

"Never mind, just kidding. Let's go, take me to find the Batman Who Laughs and Diana."

Su Ming was indeed just teasing Barry. Filming commercials wasn't as fun as fighting. A mercenary should be on the most action-packed battlefield.

Barry wiped his mouth, feeling a bit lightheaded from the sudden sugar rush. He usually preferred pizza over sweets.

The Batman Who Laughs told him that they were all fictional characters, existing in some ridiculous comic books, with their destinies controlled like puppets on strings.

Only his plan could change everything, giving everyone true freedom.

His plan was to kill all Batmen, including himself, to forever eliminate this so-called "hope" of the DC Universe.

But before that, he wanted a good talk with the Batman of the main universe. He wanted to show this Batman that he was the greatest Batman, the truest Bruce.

He was the one who would ultimately save everyone, freeing them from their manipulated, laughable fates.

Time passed quickly amid his laughter and the huffing of the Robins. The Monitor felt the Batman Who Laughs was waiting for an audience—madmen always loved a crowd.

The Batman Who Laughs had long anticipated Barbatos' inevitable failure. Power isn't everything; it's the mind that matters. He had been playing along for so long, all for this moment.

He wanted the Batman of the main universe. Batman was the key. However, the first to arrive was Wonder Woman, which greatly displeased him.

Using his imitation of the main universe Bruce's voice, combined with his fingerprints, retinal patterns, and technology, the Batman Who Laughs had long since gained access to the Thrasher Armor.

In a battle of completely different styles, he used Joker-like tactics to engage Wonder Woman. Although the Hellbat armor was destroyed, Wonder Woman still fell victim to his potent hypnosis needle and passed out.

He didn't kill Wonder Woman, instead opting to keep her alive a bit longer. He tied her to a stone pillar with the Lasso of Truth, making her a spectator.

The Batman Who Laughs returned to the computer, using the cameras that Batman had installed all over Gotham to monitor the situation on Challenger Mountain. He watched as Barbatos was defeated, knocked off the Tuning Fork and frozen by a group of heroes.

"Gah, gah, gah, soon, very soon, Bruce... the other me is coming," he said, raising his hands and dancing excitedly in the air.

"Aren't you excited?" he suddenly asked, jogging over to the Monitor, his grin disappearing as he noticed the old man's sullen face, which greatly annoyed him.

The Monitor couldn't be excited. If Bruce arrived, the Batman Who Laughs would activate the device, and everyone would be obliterated. Only the Batman Who Laughs could be happy in such a situation.

What the Batman Who Laughs said was so outlandish that the Monitor couldn't believe it—or rather, didn't dare to believe it.

But before the Monitor could think of a response, the Batman Who Laughs suddenly raised a finger, laughing wildly as he placed it on the old man's thick lips.

"Shhh, you don't need to say anything, I understand! Hahahahaha! We've all grown tired of this fake world, and soon, everyone will truly be free!"