My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Who the hell are you?"

Deadshot moved to Miriam's side at some point and held her hostage.

"I am Batman!"

Eric lowered his voice and replied in a hoarse voice.

This time the other party didn't ridicule him as he had mocked Miriam before.

There is no way, a powerful person will always make people awe-inspiring.

Eric understood this truth well.

If these bastards hadn't been beaten up just now, they would have given him the middle finger.

The rest of the people, including Harry who woke up, rubbed their heads and walked over to the dead shooter.

"Hey Bat! Do you know Mr. J?"

Harry was kicked by Eric, but still had the time to ask questions.

Mr. J?

Of course Eric knows that anyone who is familiar with the world of comics probably knows this lunatic.

The enemy of Batman, the villain who is crazy enough to be frightening - the clown!

But in order to maintain his low-key image, Eric could only pretend not to know.

"No, I don't know any Mr. J."

"Ah!" Harry screamed and said excitedly, "That's great! If you don't know Mr. J, that means you can't be a couple!"

"profound!"

Killer Frost covered his head with a headache, and the head hit by Batman just hurt even more.

"Harley Quinn, I am 100% sure now that you are not only crazy, but also a stupid woman! Now, in this world, your Mr. J does not exist."

Killer Frost complained mercilessly.

"Ah!" Hearing Killer Frost's words, Harry let out a sharp voice, "You are that stupid woman! Blue hair, purple finger covers, and that bunny girl dress that you have to kick off to wear, you Reminds me of bar dancers in magic shoes!"

"You say I'm a dancer?"

Killer Frost's eyes were burning with anger, "You crazy woman! I'm going to pluck all the hair off you!"

The two women chattered like a thousand ducks.

No matter what the situation is now.

Death Archer and Black Spider looked at each other with a helpless expression.

"Hey ladies, look at Batman! Look at what he's doing!"

Captain Boomerang pointed in the direction where Batman was, and said to the two.

Killer Frost glanced at Eric from the corner of his eye.

Finding that Batman has pulled out the Switch machine, "iuiu" started playing games.

Seeing everyone staring at him dumbfounded.

Eric made an apologetic expression, put away the game console, "Sorry, because you guys are too involved in the quarrel, and there is no intention of ending it in a short time, so I hurriedly brushed the copy."

After teasing a few people, Eric's unscrupulous face suddenly changed and became extremely serious: "Now, tell me, what is your purpose? This is a world that does not belong to you!"

"Doesn't belong to our world?"

Captain Boomerang muttered in a low voice, and whispered: "It seems that Batman may know our origin."

After being cleaned up by Eric, Captain Boomerang became a lot more honest.

He had to admit sadly that no matter which world's Batman he was in, he was not easy to mess with. And this Batman in the fifth world seems to be more violent and mysterious, even knowing the origins of himself and others.

The dead shooter grabbed Miriam and threatened: "Batman, you seem to have misunderstood the point, and now we have the initiative. Your follower, Batgirl, has now become our prisoner!"

His arm had just been thawed, and it was still a little insensitive.

Deathshooter was especially afraid of the sudden appearance of Batman in front of him.

Although I don't know what connection this guy has with the one in Gotham, it's obvious that this Batman is also a nosy and extraordinary master.

Although Deadshooter thinks he is a person with a bottom line, but when he thinks about his daughter who is waiting for him to go back in that world,

He doesn't mind using some dishonorable means.

"Do you think you can get out of here safe and sound? The police will arrive in three minutes, and you will soon become a group of guys in orange clothes!"

"Huh? Sending us to jail? Seems like the black bat guy is always keen to be a hot-hearted vigilante, whether it's in Gotham or New York!"

Deadshooter didn't care about Eric's threat. He pointed his gun at Miriam and continued: "Then let your bat assistant say goodbye to this world."

"I think we should discuss it carefully."

Harry suddenly put forward a different opinion, "Propose some unexpected threatening conditions, such as asking Batman to imprison himself in Arkham, or we directly burn him to death!"

Harry licked the corner of his mouth, and said with excitement: "I thought of a crazier idea. Hey, guys, I thought of a riddle from the Riddler. Listen, something is both cold and burning, you Drink it and it will devour you..."

"acid!"

"It's sour!"

Deadshot and Killer Frost answered together.

"Come on! I haven't finished the puzzle yet..." Harry stomped his feet, made an angry gesture, and then looked up at Eric, "OK, it's acid, let's tie up the bat , and then throw it into the acid tank, just like I accidentally fell into the chemical pool, how about it?"

She made a "come and compliment me" look.

Harry started babbling wildly again.

"I don't think that's a good idea!"

Eric shook his head, seemingly commenting on how Harry treated him.

boom!

Following his words, a smoke bomb was quickly thrown over.

Then there was a pop.

Gray smoke filled the air immediately.

"Ahem!"

Caught off guard, Harry inhaled a few puffs of cigarettes and immediately coughed.

"I hate bats and his mess!"

Harley coughed, not forgetting to complain about Batman.

Using the cover of the smoke, Eric suddenly started and quickly approached the dead shooter.

Although his eyes were so choked that he could hardly open his eyes, the dead shooter still relied on his intuition to shoot in the direction where the opponent might rush.

bang bang bang!

Several bullets pierced through the thick smoke and shot out of the smoke.

Before he could confirm whether he had hit it, he heard a gust of wind behind his head.

The dead shooter evaded in a hurry.

But it seems that Batman's attack is not his head, but his hands.

The hands holding Batgirl were snapped apart, and then received a heavy blow to the chest.

Death Archer suddenly felt himself flying backwards.

His back hit the ground heavily.

After a delay of more than ten seconds, he struggled to stand up, only to find that there was a circle of unfamiliar police officers around him.

Policemen with pistols surrounded him, "Hands up!"

Deadshooter looked towards the place where the smoke dissipated, only his teammates surrounded by the police, Batman and Batgirl had disappeared.