Chapter 2438: Battle for the Cloak (Twenty-Five)

Chapter 2469: The Battle for the Cape (Twenty-Five)

Robin King was speechless. It was true that he wanted to invade Batman's spiritual world, but first, he didn't want to invade this Batman, and second, he didn't know how he got here.

The young Batman opposite looked him up and down, as if he wanted to see something from him, but soon he suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I see, you are here to apply for a job, right? In order to increase the success rate, you deliberately didn't go through the main door and gave me a surprise? Very good, you succeeded."

"I'm not... applying for a job? What job? Are you also the president?" Robin King looked at Bruce with some confusion.

"Other than this, I can't think of any reason for you to come to me."

"It's not that I want to come to you!"

Bruce bent down and began to rummage through the pile of junk papers, and successfully took out a piece of paper and handed it to Robin King.

Robin King blinked, he took the paper and looked at it, and found that it was a messy poster, with various brightly colored graffiti fonts saying "Multiverse Bat Team Recruitment Plan Open!", "Join us! Come to an exciting multiverse adventure!".

"Multiverse Bat Team..." Robin King softly read the name, his eyes slightly turned, and immediately changed his attitude and said: "Ah, I am very interested in this plan, can you tell me in detail?"

"It means exactly what it says." Bruce stepped over the debris on the ground, raised his feet and walked forward, saying: "Now we invite people with lofty ideals to join Barbatos' great dark plan, help the God of Darkness rule the entire multiverse, and join in his dark kingdom."

Robin King wanted to say that this sounded like an old-fashioned and boring plan, but the name Barbatos made him feel very familiar. He heard the madman with a mouth full of sharp teeth mention it, but judging from his attitude, Barbatos should have some grudges against him.

Robin King thought this would be a good source of intelligence, but he did not act rashly, because he did not forget that he was actually tricked here, and his body was still there. If his body was destroyed by the mastermind, he would never come to the real world again, and he had to find a way to go back first.

"To be honest, I am indeed a little interested." Robin King shook the poster leaflet in his hand and said, "But I did get here by mistake, and my body encountered some troubles. You have to find a way to send me back, and then I can come to you."

Bruce did not seem to believe it. He looked at Robin King with a suspicious look, and the expression on his face was completely saying "Just you?"

At this time, the disadvantages of mental abuse were reflected. Robin King's mental body seemed a little weak, and the frequency was also chaotic. He found a mirror in the room and looked at himself. The image could not be said to be still majestic, but it could be said that I was pitiful.

Robin King wanted to roar immediately, but he thought that he was under the eaves now and had to bow his head. Once he exposed his abnormality, he would not want this weird Batman to send him back.

"As you can see, I'm in trouble." Robin King immediately changed his strategy. Acting is his forte. After he shot and killed his parents, he pretended to be a poor victim to win the sympathy of the police, and even inherited the inheritance smoothly without being investigated.

This is an ability that many patients with antisocial personality disorder are born with, and it is also one of the favorable evidences that their personality disorder comes from congenital brain lesions.

Studies have shown that many patients with antisocial personality disorder have the ability to understand and imitate facial expressions and body movements far beyond this age group in their childhood.

For example, many children can understand what emotions adults cry and laugh when they are young, but if it is more subtle, such as frowning to express embarrassment, or smiling slightly to show pride, children's life experience is not enough for them to summarize enough experience to classify these overly subtle expressions, which leads to their inability to read people's eyes.

Of course, some children are educated too early due to their family and social environment, and need to capture and understand more such expressions, which leads to their accumulation of rich experience and better ability to read people's faces, which is what many parents often say is sensible and precocious.

However, patients with antisocial personality disorder usually do not need to accumulate experience. They are born to understand these micro-expressions. What is more extraordinary is that they can perfectly imitate these micro-expressions almost as long as they see them once.

Some children will deliberately imitate adults, such as deliberately frowning and sighing, or twisting their expressions to make a fierce look, but still because they have too little experience in this regard, their expressions are too exaggerated or unbalanced, and adults can easily see that they are pretending.

However, the micro-expressions imitated by children with antisocial personality disorder are almost perfect. Not to mention ordinary adults, many professionals with criminal investigation experience and even those who can use technical means to analyze micro-expressions can also be fooled by them.

When criminal investigation was just beginning to develop, people noticed an abnormal phenomenon. In many family annihilation tragedies, the only surviving child was easily imprisoned for other vicious crimes after adulthood.

At first, people thought that it was the tragedy in their childhood that caused them great psychological trauma, causing them to become patients with antisocial personality disorder, making them unable to control their behavior and thus harming others in adulthood.

But later, with the development of technical means and the continuous progress of various disciplines, people found that they might have made a mistake in the cause and effect relationship. The only surviving child was likely the murderer of the family's massacre. He was born like this, so he would do such cruel things whether he was a child or an adult.

Once this result was disclosed, it immediately caused widespread discussion among the public. Many people thought it was impossible. How could a child of such a young age kill the whole family? Even if he had this idea, how did he do it?

But countless bloody facts were placed in front of the public, and then people found that patients with this type of personality disorder were born with perfect camouflage ability, able to deceive the whole family by acting, and when the family members were unprepared, the success rate was much greater than people imagined.

Because the family members, like many ordinary people, think that such a young child can do nothing bad, at most breaking dishes and toys, but in fact, if they have planned it in advance and carefully, any tool in life that can bring danger by accident is their perfect crime prop.

Robin King is a patient with such personality disorder, so he also has all their talents, and because he is also Bruce Wayne, he has all the genius and wisdom of Bruce Wayne, and his disguise ability is flawless.

Since he is in this state now, he has to give full play to his advantages. No matter what, Batman is a superhero, and morality requires him to help the weak. How can his image of a child, coupled with his haggard state, not be considered a weak one?

But simply acting pitiful is too easy to be exposed, because the other party is also Bruce Wayne, he knows that Bruce Wayne cannot be a helpless little poor, so he must grasp a scale and act like he is capable and scheming but accidentally falls into trouble and needs help.

"I think we can talk about the terms." Robin King further said: "I am interested in your team and would love to join, but I can't join in my current state. You have to let me find my body, otherwise how can I help you?"

Unexpectedly, Bruce sat down on the spot, propped up his head with his hands and said with a little distress: "It's really rare that you are interested in my team. I asked several Batmans, and they all said they were not interested."

"That's because your poster is so bad." Robin King said in his heart: "No Batman would be interested in this kind of graffiti-style poster, even if you write a notice in black and white."

"I think it's not bad." Robin King could only bear the discomfort and spread his hands and said: "Maybe you can also talk about the specific situation of your team, maybe I will be more interested."

Robin King also wanted to get some intelligence. He knew that Crazy Laugh would definitely be interested in Barbatos and related information.

Bruce, who was sitting on the ground, sighed and said, "To be honest, since I took on this recruitment mission, I have traveled all over the universe, but I haven't found a decent team member. I have approved a lot of funds, but there is no one. What can I do?"

"Uh, you mean, Barbatos asked you to recruit team members?"

"Of course, Barbatos is the God of Darkness. He wants to invade the light universe. Can he only let me go?"

Robin King felt that he had heard some incredible plan, but now his focus was, "...the God of Darkness?"

Bruce jumped up as if a switch was pressed. He didn't know where to move a pile of books and stuffed them directly into Robin King's arms and said, "Yes, it's the God of Darkness. This is the glorious history of our company. Here is the personal resume of the company's boss, and this, this is our current corporate culture. I think you will definitely be interested."

Robin King held the pile of books and wanted to say that he was not so interested, but what other ways could he use to win the trust of this strange Batman now? He had to make this man happy first before he could let him send him back.

King Robin pretended to be watching while asking Bruce questions inconspicuously, hoping to get more information from him so that his trip would not be in vain.

In the end, no matter how he asked, Bruce was like a worker with deep resentment. The topic would always turn back to how inhumane his boss was, how unscrupulous the company was, how hard he worked, and how his colleagues were dragging their feet.

Bruce seemed to have finally found someone to vent his dissatisfaction with, and he kept talking about it.

"…Then do you think I can be blamed for this? I told him a long time ago that he had to show his miracles as soon as possible, otherwise, would others believe it just because those members of the Court of Owls were promoting it? He had to delay it, and it has been two months. Now it's over, right? His stall has been overturned, right?"

"And the 162nd Universe, I don't even want to talk about it. I said when the project was launched that this universe was at war and the situation was extremely unstable. It wouldn't work if they tried to deal with urban building pollution. The radiation in the groundwater was many times stronger than your pollution. He just wouldn't listen. What happened in the end? Wasn't his home bombed by someone?"

"Besides, the Bright Universe Intelligence Project that had been stuck before finally got some progress in my hands, but he wanted to micromanage it again. I said, if he could manipulate it to get a result, why would he need me to take over?"