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CHAPTER 23
🕑 Added 2025-05-06 17:09:06 +0000 UTCAfter checking several times, Jason couldn't help but blurt out:
"You, this egg, you're pretty amazing! Are you really immortal? I just saw the cracks on your eggshell automatically repairing themselves!"
Brother Eggbert's narcissism was etched into his DNA; his ego was easily inflated. A few words of praise and he was already gloating:
"I told you, I'm immortal, hahaha! Never mind cracks, even if you smashed me to bits, scattered me all over the floor, and then a steamroller ground me into eggshell powder, I could still revive! Hahaha..."
Jason couldn't shake the feeling that this egg wasn't particularly bright.
Still, he said with envy, "That's so damn cool!"
"Then what's with your speed now? This egg shape doesn't look suited for running at all. The retraction speed of a grapple gun is really fast, yet you managed to catch up to me on those two thin legs!"
Brother Eggbert replied, "I'm not sure either, but right now, I feel like my whole body is brimming with power! Like my strength will never run out! Besides, I'm just an eggshell, light, and with no internal restrictions. It's a very strange feeling!"
Jason pointed to a half-meter thick tree not far away. "So, what about your attack power? Can you shatter that tree with one punch?"
"I don't know? Let me try."
Brother Eggbert screeched to a halt, his feet bizarrely carving two brake marks into the cement. He charged towards the tree and threw a valiant punch.
"Hyaah!!!"
CRACK!
The part of Brother Eggbert's eggshell connected to his hand instantly shattered. Spiderweb-like cracks spread across half the egg...
Brother Eggbert laughed awkwardly. "Ah, well... my body is still an eggshell, after all. I have the strength, but my eggshell body can't handle the recoil!"
Jason: "Fuck, you really are as useless as an egg!"
Brother Eggbert got agitated. "How can a prophet like me be the same as you mortals! Prophets definitely have special qualities! Let me think... Oh right, Jason! Contact Alfred right now, tell him to send me a few fried eggs. I want to eat!"
Eat my ass! Jason turned and walked away. This glutton was hopeless, thinking about food at a critical time like this! Why don't you eat yourself to death!
Brother Eggbert chased after him, rambling, "Hey, Jason, don't be hasty. Even if there are no fried eggs, have Alfred send me a few raw eggs! Worst case, I'll use magic to make fried eggs myself! Don't misunderstand, I'm really not doing this just to eat! Maybe these fried eggs will play a crucial role in the upcoming battle! Hey, listen to me, don't be in such a rush! Sharpening the axe doesn't delay cutting the firewood, you know!"
Jason ignored the oaf. They had now reached the perimeter wall of the chemical plant.
He glared at Brother Eggbert with disapproval. Once the egg had shut up, Jason said:
"I'll go in first to check the situation. You figure out your own way!"
Hearing it was such a small matter, Brother Eggbert laughed. "Ahaha, don't underestimate a prophet! I have special wall-climbing techniques!"
To Jason's astonished expression, Brother Eggbert, with a crack, smashed his own face-shell, easily removed it, and then tossed it over into the chemical plant!
The remaining part of him backed up a few steps and then rammed into the wall, shattering into pieces all over the ground.
Those eggshell fragments bizarrely floated upwards, chasing after the large piece of eggshell that had flown into the factory earlier.
Jason fired his grapple hook and followed, watching as the eggshell, broken into several pieces on the ground, rapidly began to reform. His mouth twitched involuntarily.
What kind of bizarre maneuver is this? Just to get over a wall, was all that necessary?
"The rest of my eggshell will automatically follow. How about that, impressive, right! I can even slow down the recovery speed and play dead!"
Looking at the smug white eggshell, Jason retorted, "What a useless ability! Don't you know reverse magic? Couldn't you just speak the magic and fly over?"
"Ahaha, I forgot!" The fully restored Brother Eggbert摸摸 his white eggshell head, laughing awkwardly.
He himself had noticed that his current eggshell head was easily sidetracked. He cursed inwardly: Damn Brother Eggbert.
Thump, thump, thump, thump...
A group of men dressed in wildly flamboyant punk styles, carrying guns, surrounded them.
Click, clack...
A hundred handguns were aimed at the two of them who had just come over the wall.
"Oh oh, we've been discovered!"
Brother Eggbert immediately stuffed a piece of his eggshell into Jason's hand and then raised both his hands.
Jason discreetly tucked it into his clothes. He was about to make a move but realized there were too many of them.
He could only raise his hands helplessly; the Robin suit couldn't block a barrage from so many guns.
Still, he was annoyed and complained, "Damn it! You idiot! It's all your fault, your eggshell made too much noise!"
"It's okay, watch this prophet!"
Brother Eggbert, with an inexplicable "confidence," took a few steps forward and said in an overly familiar tone, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, we're just tourists. How about you all do me a favor and pretend you didn't see us?"
To be honest, seeing such a strange, talking thing, this group of lunatics and criminals was indeed a bit startled.
Goon A: "What the hell is this thing? A talking egg?"
Goon B: "Eh, it's Gotham, anything weird is normal. Don't be so surprised, this might be the creation of some freak doctor."
Brother Eggbert said unhappily, "Hey! Show some respect, I'm a prophet, you know!"
Minor Leader: "Enough talk, open fire!"
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG............
Three minutes later...
A complete egg, after being blanketed by firepower, was shattered by bullets into pieces all over the ground, looking as if it had died on the spot.
Jason's mouth twitched. He knew this thing couldn't die, but seeing it showed no signs of recovering, he guessed it was trying to play dead to escape!
"Damn!"
The gun muzzles shifted in unison, instantly aiming at Jason Todd.
One of the men in the squad shouted, "Take Robin away! That's the boss's order!"
Jason kindly reminded them, "Hey! Wait, you haven't dealt with it yet? It still has eggshells?"
Goon A: "Kid, you talk too damn much! Move, or we'll waste you!"
His gun barrel was pressed against Jason's forehead, still warm.
Jason flinched back from the heat. "Fuck, I'll remember you, bastard! Sooner or later, I'll blow your head off! OK, take me to the Joker."
Jason dodged the gun barrel again. A crowd of them pushed him towards the Joker, ignoring the pile of slowly recovering eggshells on the ground.
……………
Passing through the factory gates, Jason was taken to the chemical vats.
Eight giant vats seethed with eerie green liquid.
The Joker stood on a metal catwalk, waiting for him.
"Well, well, well, who do we have here? A new little bird I don't recognize. I must have been away too long, the little birds have changed. What a pity, a pity it wasn't me who helped Little Bat change them."
Jason roared, "Joker! Where's the dirty bomb!"
Jason's Robin suit had a listening device; the moment he saw the Joker, it had activated!
"Hahahaha, you want to know? I just won't tell you! Ah~ Little bird, oh little bird, that's a gift I prepared for Little Bat, not for you. You can't snatch it."
The Joker arrogantly approached Jason, almost face to face, wanting to see the terror in Robin's eyes.
However, Jason, an orphan, what hadn't he seen? There wasn't a trace of fear in his eyes, only anger and unwillingness. If he could break free now, he would absolutely take on the Joker one-on-one.
"You won't succeed, Joker. Batman will stop you!"
The Joker rolled his eyes, looking bored. "Tsk tsk tsk, so boring. You're not as fun as Little Bat."
He then ordered his men, "Tie the little bird up! Hehehehe, let's wait for our protagonist to arrive! I'll let him watch his little bird die right in front of him! Hahahahaha..."
"Hahaha, yes, boss!" chorused the goons.
…………
Just as they were roughly tying Robin up.
In the shadows at the top of the factory, Batman had arrived!
As they tightened the chains on Robin, five Batarangs whizzed through the air with a tearing sound.
"Ah! Fuck, my hand!"
"Ah, my leg! He's here, he's here! Quick, find the boss!"
"I found him! Over there, shoot!"
"He's there! Full firepower!"
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG...
After a barrage of gunfire, Batman, in the shadows, perfectly blocked all the bullets with his cape.
He leaped up, like a giant bat, swooping down from the metal rafters.
He used his momentum to kick out, sending two thugs flying, then Batman rolled to absorb the impact, quickly stood up, and assumed an offensive stance.
The next second, Joker's goons swarmed forward, trying to use their numbers to overwhelm Batman.
"Batman, look out!" Jason yelled anxiously.
The situation seemed critical, but Batman himself was calm. The lenses on his cowl had already deployed, he held three smoke pellets in his left hand, and his right hand had just adjusted his respirator.
POP! POP! POP!
The smoke pellets exploded, and a large amount of dense white fog spread out. Red lenses switched to thermal imaging mode. In the white mist, Batman began his hunt!
Of course, Batman wouldn't kill anyone. However, he would ensure that everyone present lost their ability to act!
Which meant breaking their limbs!
For a moment, "Crack, crack, crack, crack..."
The crisp sound of breaking bones echoed continuously.
When the smoke cleared, the ground was already littered with people.
Most of them had fractured limbs, and quite a few were black and blue; these were the tougher ones, but Batman had knocked them out directly.
Crack, crackle... Sixteen figures, all four limbs broken, suddenly stood up from the ground.
They were clearly different from the others; each one was expressionless, emotionless killers.
Talons!
Batman, having anticipated this, activated the blades on his gauntlets and charged towards them.
Knowing that these things could only move because of a false tooth, Batman decisively decapitated them.
Even with their heads on the ground, their mouths still snapped open and closed, trying to bite Batman.
Batman kicked them away, then looked grimly at the grinning Joker!
"Hahaha~ Interesting! You killed them so easily? What about your no-kill rule? Hehehehe..."
Batman's low voice rumbled, "The dead should stay dead. They aren't even human! Joker, where is the dirty bomb?"
The Joker's expression was theatrical, his acting slightly over the top. "Hehehehe, I didn't expect you to chase me for a gift, I'm so happy, hahaha. But the gift isn't here! Little Bat, you can try to guess!"
Batman rushed forward, intending to take down the Joker first. He was also very good at interrogation by force!
However, the Joker seemed to have anticipated this, stepping back a few paces to the switch of an electric winch.
Batman stopped.
"Hehehehe, make a choice, Batman!" the Joker said with a savage grin. "The clue to the dirty bomb, or your little bird?"
Batman: "I can save Robin and then take you down. Your threat is useless."
The Joker agreed readily:
"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, of course you can, but that much time will be enough for it to explode! Hehehehehe.
See that timer on the little bird? That's the dirty bomb's detonation timer~
Hehe, I have one in my heart too!
Deactivating either of these two timers can stop the dirty bomb's explosion!
Either kill me, take the thing out of my heart and destroy it, or let that little bird over there fall! Fall into the chemical vat!"
The Joker's taut, smiling face was filled with delight!
The timer that could detonate the dirty bomb was located right next to the Joker's heart. The one on Jason was just an alarm clock.
The Joker loved to watch the struggles of human nature!
