Chapter 90 :VS Talia

In the suburbs of Gotham, among the dense forests blazing into the sky.

Talia Orr Gul gritted her teeth and lifted a rock that had been crushed on her body during the explosion, and staggered to her feet. She lifted the brown hair on her forehead, and her white face was covered with red blood.

The huge rock overwhelmed her at the moment it collapsed, but at the same time it also protected her from more serious injuries in the follow-up process. It should be considered luck. She glanced back at the torched base facilities behind her, thinking of the large number of elite ninjas, cutting-edge researchers and even clones and the Stone of Eternity buried under the flames and ruins, her chagrin and anger seemed to have turned into blood and blood. .

She lightly supported her forehead against the half-cut wall and took a breath for a moment. A very slight "sand" sound passed into her ears, which sounded like the slight noise of the cloak rubbing against the air.

"Oh, please," she whispered without looking back, as if talking to herself, "just once, you saw my loss, can't you sympathize with me and let me off occasionally?"

"It's impossible, Talia." Batman was wrapped in a large cloak and said coldly, standing behind her.

"Ok."

She paused for a while, her face suddenly changed at the moment she turned, and two flying knives whirled in a cold silver arc at the same time.

Batman drew a bat dart from under his cloak to block it "right", but Talia took advantage of it and flew up. Holding a short knife in each hand, she danced like a big airtight net, hissing angrily: "It's you, every time! Why do you have to fight me forever? Why do things turn around, You must come and mess it up?"

Batman looked indifferent, squeezing a bat dart in each hand to connect Talia's offensive, and the black and silver arcs struck one after another against the flame background, and the crisp collision sound was loud like a bell.

Talia seemed to be really angry. The moves she had learned were deadly and fierce. At this time, the anger that engulfed her only seemed more fierce. The two short knives leaped up and down like poisonous snakes, and the twinkling silver light resembled venomous eyes, keenly searching for holes that could be used to break through.

She seemed to be dazzled by the anger, so that when she saw the bluntness of Batman's actions, she handed the short knife without thinking, but just stepped into a delicate trap. Batman hit her wrist with a heavy blow, knocking the short knife in her hand far away, and slicing a few flowers in the sky under the flame. Talia's arms shrank reflexively and her body instinctively retreated outside Batman's effective attack range, but she didn't want the darts in Batman's hand to immediately let go, and whispered to her in a low voice.

Talia had no choice but to poke the dart straight at the front door with the remaining short knife in her hand, but this also met Batman's expectations. Almost the moment she opened the bat dart, Batman grabbed her wrist, grabbed the remaining weapon in her hand with a reverse joint, and then slammed her bloody cheek with his right elbow. Talia only felt that her forehead sank again, and the intense fainting sensation made her lose her sense of direction for a while, and she only retreated.

Batman was not eager to chase, but stood in place and looked at each other with cold eyes. The indifferent eyes behind the white eyepieces seemed to be provocative.

Talia couldn't help being even more angry, as if she had been despised. She hunched over and drew the spare dagger from the black leather boots quickly, and stepped forward again with a loud shout, with a stronger momentum than before. That short dagger flew dexterously in her hand, and the countless lights of the blades that turned out seemed to be ever-changing, sweeping like a gust of wind.

But Batman didn't change his expression in the face of this more ferocious offensive, and he used his gloves to block and dismantle attacks while retreating. Talia's eyes were red at this time, she went straight in without even thinking about it, and swung her blade towards Batman's side like wind. Batman grabbed the sharp blade with his bare hands protected by the glove armor and hit her shoulder blade with a punch. Talia had to take two steps back in pain.

"Give up, Talia." Batman said indifferently, "You are injured, and your mind is not clear. Think about it for a moment, and you will know that you can't win me when you are affected by emotions."

"To shut up!"

Talia screamed and attacked with leg skills instead. She also seems to be quite accomplished in legwork. The long legs tightly wrapped in the black tights of the combat uniform sometimes whip up like a whip, and sometimes flexibly and lightly bounce the front, which is mixed in just ten moves. Martial arts from different genres from many different regions. Since she was born, she has been trained as the heir of the devil to the most demanding standards. There are indeed some extraordinary skills in martial arts.

Unfortunately, her opponent is stronger.

Batman jumped past her sweeping leg, then keenly saw through a series of fake moves, and his right hand grabbed her ankle which was sweeping straight towards his cheek. The mechanism on the sole of Talia's shoe was triggered with a "click", and the sharp tip of the knife popped from the toe of her shoe, and was blocked by just a few minutes from Batman's cheek. But Batman only glanced at the hidden weapon close at hand with squinting eyes, but his face remained unchanged.

He slammed Talia's leg off abruptly, followed by turning around and turning back and kicking the opponent's soft belly. Talia snorted and couldn't help but squirted out a gulp of blood, and fell on the ground full of debris with her head up, the brown long hair scattered all over the ground.

"I have to admit, generally speaking, I do have a certain tolerance for you." Batman squinted at Talia, who was lying prostrably on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "This time, you crossed the line too far. So the game is over, Talia. You and your organization, this time I will kill you all."

Talia no longer looked at him. She lay on her back on the ground, her chest rising and falling violently with heavy breathing, and the burning ruins reflected in her pupils, and she suddenly laughed, crazy and transparent. Bitter.

"You don't understand, Bruce, you don't understand at all. But it's only natural-someone like you, someone completely different from me, you will never understand."

She closed her eyes gently, let her muscles relax, and seemed to finally give up completely.

Batman walked forward slowly and took out the handcuffs he carried from his universal belt.

This is over, and then as long as the new Superman and Supergirl solve the last clone, everything will finally come to an end.

Is it really so?

The picture of the superman's corpse from an unknown timeline in the future that Talia showed him before jumped into his mind again. The pale, bloodless face, the closed eyes, and the silent coldness. From that moment on, the body was deeply imprinted in the mind of the Dark Knight, and it may not be forgotten for a long time in the future.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of this picture and the series of bad assumptions it extended. Maybe he was just worrying about it, maybe it wasn't Superman at all, it was just another clone born for some reason, or maybe it was just a lie made up by Talia to try to overcome his psychological defense.

But what if... is that true?

A huge wave of energy burst out from under the rubble piled up at this moment. The two involuntarily turned their heads in that direction, and saw a dark green impact exploded from under the burning ruins without warning. The layers of ruins pressed above were exploded like waves in an instant. The flame troll with its teeth and claws flinched and was crushed by the shock, extinguished in an instant.

"Stone of Eternity." Talia reacted immediately, "It activated itself again."

"What did it do?" Batman sternly asked, but Talia shrugged helplessly.

"Who knows? It could be anything in any timeline." She said, "If you want me to say, that stuff is like a living thing. Sometimes it will give us gifts, sometimes it will be bad. Things... could be very, very bad."

As if to fulfill her words, a thunderous roar erupted from the center of the broken ruins, which almost shook the whole earth groaning. There was a bang straight into the sky, and a huge and vague afterimage jumped straight up from the ruins, as if going straight to the sky.