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It was a breathtaking landscape, a study in peaks and valleys, each with its own unique height and form. Connors had never had such a deep understanding of classical poetry. The three women were awakened one after the other, sitting up with varying degrees of shaking amplitude.
"Catwoman" Selina almost jumped out of the bed with a conditioned reflex and snatched away the thin quilt. When she fell to the ground, the quilt was tightly wrapped around her body. Harley Quinn and "Poison Ivy" Ivy, who reacted a little slower, saw that the person who had arrived was Connors, and their reactions varied.
Harley Quinn, still half asleep, raised her arms high, clearly meaning she was ready for a hug.
"Poison Ivy" Ivy looked down at her towering snow-capped cleavage and asked Connors, "Do you want to do business?" She was still thinking about how Connors had avoided the discussion about "business" before she had gone to find "Catwoman" Selina during the day.
Connors, as before, eschewed the topic. "Excuse me, I'll go sleep in the living room."
"Catwoman" Selina seemed relieved to hear Connors say he was going to the living room. Huddled in the corner, her body thinly wrapped, she then noticed that Harley and Ivy had nothing on. She hurriedly threw the quilt over to them.
I'm going to discuss things with Batman early tomorrow morning. I'm calling a truce tonight… Connors was lying on the sofa in the living room, boredly controlling the ever-changing cactus next door.
…Where's the cactus?
Connors looked doubtfully in the direction of the neighboring apartment. The Green of All Things could no longer feel the presence of any plants in that house; the neighbor must have discarded the cactus. But that didn't trouble him. A seed sprouted from his pocket, and then it kept squirming with young shoots. Like a spider, it got out of the window, grew back into the appearance of a cactus, and appeared on the windowsill of that house.
The next day, Connors was unexpectedly awakened by the rapid sound of a siren. It was the next-door hostess who had woken up to find the discarded cactus on her balcony again and had decisively chosen to call the police.
"Harley, you drive them first toward Arkham Asylum, and I'll find Batman alone," the supercar was driving on the road, and Connors looked at Harley, who was sitting in the co-pilot, admiring her nails.
"Me? Oh~" Harley Quinn, while still clamoring to do her own thing, had little objection to Connors's arrangements. After all, among the plans agreed upon last night, she would be responsible for this part of the plan to put Batman in Arkham Asylum, and Connors would only be responsible for communicating with him. In Harley's mind, it was most likely that Connors would seduce Batman and take him to the vicinity of Arkham Asylum, where she could then take action and lock him up.
So after Connors jumped out of the speeding supercar window, she nimbly shifted from the co-pilot to the driver's seat, then twisted the steering wheel and made the vehicle head for what she knew was an arms dealer. "Let's go! Ivy, I'll take you to get some heavy fire weapons."
As Connors jumped out of the supercar, "Catwoman" Selina, who was riding side by side with them, also jumped off her motorcycle and got into the supercar with agility, completely without hindering Harley in the driver's seat.
"Um…" Ivy didn't speak, but Selina, who had just come in, said hesitantly, "Do we need to use heavy firepower to lock Batman in? What are you going to do?"
"C4 explosives, rocket launchers, sniper rifles… Anyway, whatever's useful~" Harley Quinn said happily, stepping on the accelerator to take the supercar's speed to a higher level.
Moving from the supercar to the motorcycle, Connors twisted the throttle and swung his way toward Wayne Manor. He still entered through the gate and then took the elevator hidden in the study to enter the Batcave. Bruce Wayne seemed to have been waiting for him. At this point, he was standing in front of the computer wearing the Batsuit with its own powertrain, which displayed the trajectory of Superman flying above Wayne Tower last night.
"You said you have something to discuss. What exactly is it?" Bruce Wayne asked Connors, who had arrived in a hurry.
"Please stay in Arkham for a day," Connors got straight to the point.
"…You've been there. You should know it's a lunatic asylum," Bruce Wayne, wearing the helmet, said without an expression.
"I know." Connors simply told Batman the conclusion before embarking on his pre-prepared "three-step plan to get Mr. Wayne to follow me."
"The Joker, Scarecrow, and the Riddler were locked up by you before, and then released by Killer Croc. You should know about this, right?"
"Continue."
"These guys are trying to consume your energy and then lock you up in Arkham. Now that they've escaped, the plan is still going on."
"Then I will lock them up again. After all, that's where they should stay," Batman said without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if he had anticipated this.
"But before you put them in, they are bound to continue to sin, draining your energy with a great deal of destruction and casualties," Connors continued.
"…So, in order for them not to continue to cause destruction, you want me to take the initiative to imprison myself in Arkham Asylum?" Batman couldn't help but laugh twice, and his voice became even deeper.
"Hey… I knew it wasn't that easy to convince you, but fortunately, I was prepared," Connors said, pulling out his phone, flipping through the pictures he took last night, and handing it to Batman.
Among the photos, it was shown that a map of Gotham Hospital existed in the Joker's place, that a large number of gel bombs were stored in the Riddler's residence, and that Scarecrow simply lived in a laboratory, seemingly developing new phobias.
"There is only one purpose behind these plans, which is to consume your energy and then send you to a lunatic asylum," Connors said. "Instead of that, why don't you go straight in?"
Alfred the butler walked out of the elevator with hot coffee and was about to hand it to Connors, but after hearing the outrageous plan, he silently took the coffee back.
Batman twitched the corner of his mouth, but looking at the photos showing several villains clearly plotting their next move, he fell silent for a moment and then nodded. "Yes. Then I'll go there. But I have to bring something."
Outside Arkham Asylum, Harley Quinn clapped the dust from her hands and sighed with satisfaction. "Catwoman" Selina carefully reached out and touched a mortar placed in front of her, then looked at a large pile of explosives and grenade launchers placed nearby. These were what Harley Quinn had gotten from the black-market arms dealer—to be exact, what the three of them had snatched after going in and making a fuss.
"Isn't this a bit too much? He's just locking him up. Connors didn't say he was going to kill him…" Selina was used to relying on her own skills, and she felt like she couldn't take action against a lot of heavy firepower.
"You see… I don't even think these weapons are enough," Harley Quinn said, standing on a high platform that "Poison Ivy" had built with plants, pointing in one direction.
Her words fell, and before "Catwoman" Selina could ask what she meant, she felt the ground tremble, followed by an increasingly violent tremor coming from a distance. A Batmobile with the Batman logo, huge as a mobile fortress, slowly came from the distance. Even though it was advancing on tracks, under its huge volume and weight, it was enough to make the ground tremble.
Didn't we agree to bring Batman here? Why did we get a tank instead? Selina thought, looking at the huge Bat-tank in a daze. But soon, she found that something was wrong again.
The bat logo she had seen at first glance was Batman himself, wearing huge armor!
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