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Chapter 45 Stealing a Ship, But an Alien Spaceship
🕑 Added 2025-10-15 16:31:50 +0000 UTC“Ivy, you are not his slave. Why do you call him ‘master’?” Connors had left, and there was suddenly less excitement inside the supercar. Harley Quinn grabbed the previous question and asked Ivy, who was in the co-pilot seat.
“Yes,” Ivy replied. She still looked like a royal sister with a full aura, but what she said did not match that image at all.
“Catwoman” Selina quietly pricked up her ears. She had never heard such a strange name. Even more strangely, it was “Poison Ivy” who was clearly saying “master” one moment at a time, but Selina's delicate body, hidden under her tights, started to get slightly hot. So novel, so stimulating. Selina sat silently in the back seat, afraid to speak.
Harley Quinn shook her head. These two didn't have a relationship like a farm owner and a slave. And didn't “Poison Ivy” always hate humans and not even take Batman seriously? What had happened that she didn't know about? Once Harley Quinn's curiosity had risen, it could not be overcome. She simply twisted the steering wheel and chased in the direction Connors had gone.
At this time, Connors was standing in front of the large iron gate of the abandoned warehouse. After he had called out, any trace of movement inside had completely disappeared. His spider-sense told him that there were more than just Bane and Killer Croc inside. It seemed that these two had played together and added new partners.
Connors stepped back to prevent Killer Croc and Bane, two behemoths, from suddenly opening the door and knocking him over.
Inside the dim warehouse, Bane looked at Killer Croc and then at the surveillance feed showing Connors alone. He pointed in the direction of the iron gate. “You, go get rid of him.”
“Me?” Killer Croc froze.
“Yes. I can't go to a fight. Are you going to make the toxins?” Scarecrow stood next to Bane and also spoke to Killer Croc. After he and the Riddler had abandoned the Joker, he had quickly left that one-time partner behind in favor of Bane, who was more violent but equally brainy. The Killer Croc was also a surprise gain, but this guy had no brains and his skin was still very hard. It was great to use him as a thug.
“Then why not let him go?” Killer Croc pointed his thick tail at the Riddler. “That guy always likes to leave clues for Batman as a way to prove that he has an IQ higher than Batman.”
“Keeping him here will only ruin our plans again.”
The Riddler was not in a bit of a panic. “I'll use stratagems to attract all the security in Wayne Tower, which you can't do with violence alone, you ugly crocodile.”
Connors nodded, looked at the atomizer being placed in the warehouse and being refitted, and said, “So, you are going to go up to the tallest building in Gotham, Wayne Tower, and poison the entire city by atomizing it?”
Before he could say anything more, the Riddler and the Scarecrow jumped aside. The Riddler screamed, “Bane! You said it was safe here! How did he get in?”
“Oh, the iron gate here is not easy to enter, so I went to the other side,” Connors pointed to the other side of the warehouse and said.
“There’s a lock there…” the Riddler was puzzled.
“I originally thought you were with that Bat-Bastard, but I didn’t expect you to send him to jail with your own hands,” Bane interrupted the Riddler, speaking to Connors, who had inexplicably appeared inside the warehouse.
“Yes,” Connors nodded. “I was going to come over and cooperate with you, but I didn’t expect that Scarecrow and Riddler would come over first.”
“Yeah, we've wanted to dump the Joker for a long time. That guy had a chance to kill Batman at the Gotham Reservoir but let him go for the ridiculous reason that ‘only he could kill Batman,’” the Riddler said angrily.
“…Who asked you to speak?” Connors was talking to Bane when he was interrupted. He simply threw a puzzle at the Riddler and let him play with it. “Aren't you the smartest man in the world? Prove Goldbach's conjecture for me.”
Standing aside, the Scarecrow, with his thin torso and hands and feet that were longer than a normal person's, opened his mouth and swallowed back the ridicule that was about to be uttered.
“Cooperation? What's your ability?” Seeing that the Riddler had been sent aside, Bane continued to ask Connors.
Connors: “I'll unlock.”
“…What else?”
“I also know little tricks.”
“…What else?”
“I can also hypnotize… I can only hypnotize ordinary people. I tried it on you as soon as I entered the warehouse and found that my ability did not seem to be very good.”
Bane nodded. His eyes were frighteningly red under the mask. He stood up, at about two and a half meters tall and with muscles so strong that they were deformed, feeling oppressive. “So, you are of no use to me?”
Watching the pipes in Bane's body begin to deliver venom into his system, his already strong muscles swelling further, Connors slapped his forehead. “Sorry.”
“It's too late to apologize.” Bane's voice grew hoarse, and he walked towards Connors with heavy steps, ready to grind him into a patty.
“I'm sorry, I forgot to take care of you.” Connors finished his words, avoiding the fist that Bane had wielded. The combination of his body limit, spider-sensing, and precise control had made him no longer afraid of Bane at all. A head-to-head confrontation might not be possible, but fighting was not just about head-to-head confrontations.
So, he pulled the venom pipe that was stuck in Bane's body.
Bane was stunned for a moment, then backhanded and reinserted the pipe into his body, continuing his attack on Connors. But Connors went back to his old tricks, unplugging the tube again, and conveniently took the “fear gas” container from the Scarecrow, then lifted it high.
The Killer Croc scratched his head next to him, feeling that this scene looked a bit like going to the hospital to get an IV drip before he had turned into a monster.
Three minutes later, Bane was filled with a large amount of fear gas. The man stood in the open space of the warehouse and shadowboxed, apparently already hallucinating. The Scarecrow could not bear Bane's toxins and lay weakly on the ground, twitching. The Riddler frantically calculated the math puzzle on paper with a pen. The Killer Croc looked left and right, as if the only one who could take action was himself.
So he howled at Connors from a distance, then rushed towards the iron gate of the warehouse, knocked it away, and then continued his charge. His claws flipped the sewer manhole cover away, and he jumped down.
“…” Connors, who had already set up his posture and was waiting for the Killer Croc to attack, stood still. He was a little confused about the Killer Croc's thoughts, thinking that he would dig holes underground and wait for an opportunity to attack. But after waiting for a long time, Bane had finished a set of military punches, and Killer Croc still did not appear.
“Honest now?” Connors asked with concern, watching as the “fear toxin” gradually failed and Bane stopped punching.
“…” With red eyes, Bane pulled out the tube inserted with the “fear gas,” stood up again, and was eager to try. But this time, before Connors could take action, hard vines rising from the ground bound him up in a solid knot.
“Poison Ivy,” “Catwoman” Selina, and Harley Quinn, with their own graceful steps, entered slowly from the great iron gate. Harley Quinn looked around in displeasure, ready to continue asking questions on the “master's” side. “Poison Ivy” returned to her aloof appearance, and “Catwoman” Selina avoided Connors's eyes. As soon as she saw him, she remembered Ivy's immersion in their "business" this morning.
“How do you know I'm here?” Connors wondered.
“Poison Ivy” pointed to the taxi parked in the tree outside.
“I was still thinking about seeing what Bane and the others were planning so that I could take advantage of it and fulfill the promise I made to Selina. As a result, these people only wanted to cause destruction,” Connors shook his head, feeling bored.
Hearing her part, “Catwoman” Selina finally turned her gaze, which she had been avoiding, to Connors. “Now Batman doesn’t want to rely on us and will come out on his own. So what about my part of the plan?”
If you can't steal it, then grab it… Before Connors could say anything, the surveillance screen in the warehouse rustled. The monitoring turned into a snowflake screen, and after a spooky wave, words appeared among the snowflakes, and a voice sounded:
“You are not alone.”
Inside the abandoned warehouse, Harley Quinn picked up her large mallet and prepared to smash the surveillance screen into pieces but was stopped by Connors. He looked at “Catwoman” Selina, who had a blank look on her face, and already had a continuation of the theft plan in mind.
“Selina, Batman can't be stolen, but are you interested in stealing an alien spaceship with me?”
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