My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"You've done a good job, very good, but it's not enough, Batman."

A hoarse voice came from the radio monitor.

It seems that after Arkham Knight and the Homelanders are finished, there are other behind-the-scenes guys manipulating this group of mercenaries.

"You look so smart, Terror in the Night, fully using your smart brain to play everyone in the applause, Arkham Knight, Homelander. But, you don't think this is over, do you?" ? You seem to have forgotten someone, someone of some importance."

A familiar female voice sounded from the communicator, "No, don't touch me, you bastard! Batman, don't listen to him..."

Before the woman could finish her sentence, she was interrupted roughly.

A slightly hoarse voice sounded through the communicator again, "Your old acquaintance, or the woman who has a one-sided relationship, Miss Laura Lane is in my hands. You, Batman, do you want to save her?"

The other party's tone was very slow, with ups and downs, as if reciting a poem.

"Let's make a deal!"

"What deal?"

While dealing with the opponent calmly, Eric tried to locate the opponent.

"I won, and Batman's life is over. What a deal!"

"You think you can do it?"

Eric had vaguely guessed the other party's identity.

"Of course, I've got your soft spot. I'm sure you'll be terribly—scared when I rip the mask off your face."

"What do you want? Your boss has already died, do you think you still need to persist?"

The mysterious man who held Laura hostage still replied in a tepid voice: "I was not interested in Arkham Knight's naive revenge game, it was just an alternative way to express my feelings to you. See, Poor little bird, totally reduced to being a sentimental guy, so...his failure is just doomed."

"However, my purpose is different from theirs. I am very curious about you, the fear born in the night, what a fascinating mystery. Who are you? Who will you cast your fear on? Under the mask, you will be What kind of face...?"

Eric didn't answer the other party, he continued to use the personal terminal on his wrist to detect the other party's location.

"Once you're off the mask, are you a piece of crap? Without the mask, are you powerless and scared? I'm very — looking forward to it."

The personal terminal has completely resolved the other party's location, which is an abandoned soldier's dormitory building.

It is also the tallest building on the island.

The mysterious man continued: "I will peel off your mask under the gaze of the whole world, and let everyone see your true face. Now, you probably have analyzed my location, so come on, come to welcome you death. But before that, you need to undo your belt."

Eric heard the other party's words and immediately looked to the sky.

Sure enough, a small drone was found in the distance.

That should be the other party's eyes.

In order to ensure that Laura would not be harmed, Eric had to untie the belt hiding most of the props and throw them on the ground.

Open up the bat cloak and swing towards the sky.

His batsuit can no longer enter the superconducting state, so he no longer has the ability to fly.

Even because of the battle with the people of the motherland, the battle clothes have faintly shown signs of collapse.

Use the Grab Gun to grab the top of the tower and swing yourself to the main building on the other side.

Bob's radio communication came from his wrist, "Oss, are you really going?"

"I have no choice, Prophet."

"But your physical condition is completely unbearable..."

"Now is not the time to close your eyes."

Eric flapped his bat wings and blended into the night.

Bob was silent for a while. He knew he couldn't persuade his boss, so he had to change the topic to another aspect.

"Do you need me to help you investigate the identity of the other party?"

"No, I know that he, August Richards, is the toxin maker we investigated earlier."

Eric has investigated the terrorists involved in this incident in advance.

Except for the captured death knell, the missing Arkham knight, and the comatose homelander, there is only this replica of "Scarecrow".

"Oss, I'm afraid your battle suit can no longer hold up, I'm worried about you..."

"Don't worry, Prophet. Keep in touch with Starlight, she is on the missile launch pad, and she needs your assistance."

"As you wish, oss."

After Bob finished speaking, he fell into silence again.

"There is one thing, I feel the need to tell you, oss, I found that someone is tracking your whereabouts by radio, and it seems that they are not from August's side."

Eric was panting slightly, his physical strength was almost exhausted, and his internal organs were also damaged, so it became more difficult to breathe.

"No, it's not August, it's another awkward guy."

Eric immediately thought of Jason.

"I... I may not have heard clearly, who are you talking about, oss?"

Before Bob finished speaking, the channel fell into a "rustling" sound.

August hacks into Eric's radio.

"Batman, you can't be distracted for a moment from now on. Because I'm not that idiot Arkham Knight."

"The nightmare is coming, your failure is settled."

August still threatened Eric on the radio.

"I can see, and the world will see too. Your eyes betray you, and you are really scared."

He kept yelling at Eric on the radio.

His purpose is to make Eric truly terrified.

Unmask Batman in front of the world so everyone can see his frightened face.

Only in this way can the world truly realize how great a superhuman he is August.

That's why he's involved in this incident, he's not interested in money, only in beating one of the world's greatest superheroes.

 …

Eric quickly arrived at the destination by grabbing the gun and the bat cape.

The light rain that had stopped before began to fall again.

The night became misty again.

Eric first stopped at a building not far from the destination building and observed the military dormitory building.

He needs to know the enemy's disposition and weaponry.

The batsuit can no longer provide him with enough help, he needs to use his own power.

To Eric's dismay, August was standing alone on the rooftop, overlooking the island.

Wearing a black cloak, will wrap the whole body.

Wearing a skull mask on the face, like a god of death.

There seemed to be no one on the bleak and dilapidated rooftop, and he was the only one standing there.

Is it a trap?