In fact, Minifigures are perfect for expressing emotions, because the cylinder body is too smooth, so every expression is directly written on the face, and the Primary Universe Batman was now completely shocked.
He had not missed the figure Deadpool had kicked flying, but you're telling me the guy with the big grin and the white cauliflower head is the Joker?
Primary Universe Batman had no choice but to look down at the sea.
Well, if that short and stocky black eggplant floating on the water is himself, then that one across the way being the Joker wouldn't be too hard to accept.
Primary Universe Batman had to pull out his Batman dart, although he wasn't sure how to throw such a large bat dart, but he tried his best to strike a pose, making quite an intimidating impression.
Tim held his guns but hesitated. Just then, Shiller, still soaking in the sea, said, "Use lethal weapons, Tim, you can't kill Minifigures, at most you'll scatter their pieces, which can be put back together later."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm a doctor, trust me."
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Tim fired six shots in a row, and the Joker was instantly knocked into the sea. Primary Universe Batman couldn't help but look at him and say, "Even for a minifigure, you're too violent."
Finally, Shiller climbed out of the water, sighed and said, "We're not very lucky, stumbling upon..."
"Aren't you guys forgetting something?" Deadpool floated over with a buoy and said, "What's in this airplane hangar now?"
Boom!!!!!
Barbara watched the mushroom cloud over the sea in shock, stammering into the phone, "Uh, Batman, are you okay? What's happening at sea..."
Batman wiped the water off his face and said, "I think I've stumbled upon a shocking conspiracy, someone has cloned me, Barbara, help me access recent city surveillance footage, meet me at the Gotham Police Department."
It was dark before everyone was washed ashore. Once ashore, Shiller jumped in place a couple times to shake dry and then said, "Bad news and good news."
Deadpool struggled to retrieve his knife, exhaled, and then said, "What the hell kind of universe is this?"
"We are Minifigures, we can't drown," Shiller said matter-of-factly, which obviously was the good news he mentioned, but then he announced the bad news, "But we can take on water. Can someone help me take off my head and drain the water out of my body?"
"That's not something for a doctor to say," Tim said. "Your brain must be waterlogged."
Batman was the last to climb ashore, vigorously patting one ear, shaking out quite a bit of water, and he was holding a person, the Joker, who had passed out from inhaling water.
Batman threw the Joker to the side and tossed something to Shiller. Catching it, Shiller saw it was a curved little plastic piece, probably somebody's hand.
It was most likely not his hand, but since it was all curved plastic pieces anyway, it wasn't much to fuss about. With a snap, Shiller attached the hand.
"Looks like you're not a PhD," Primary Universe Batman said. "But that's not so important now. I think we all came here for the same reason."
"We have two options," Shiller began, attempting to raise two fingers, then remembered he had none, and continued, "Everything in this world is made of building blocks, as long as we dismantle enough bricks, we can take them back as construction material."
"Vetoed," said Tim. "Considering the size of the bricks in this universe may be the size of regular bricks in other universes, even if you dismantle the entire city, it won't amount to much."
"Then there's only one way left. Find the source of brick production and have them custom-make a large amount of bricks to be transported out through the portal during settlement."
"That settles it," Primary Universe Batman concluded. He sighed and turned to the Joker saying, "I guess he would know where the brick factory is, but first we need to find a..."
WAOO——WAOO——
Instantly, red and blue lights swept over the beach, numerous police cars drifting and surrounding the area, officers jumped down with guns aimed at the people around.
"Gotham Police Department, hands up, suspects," the red-haired Barbara shouted from behind the officers: "Who is Clone Batman?"
Shiller nudged Primary Universe Batman with his elbow and said, "She's saying you're the clone, can you take that?"
"I think you've got it wrong, Barbara," Primary Universe Batman replied calmly as he walked forward, "Someone is impersonating me to deceive you, I am the real Batman, and that troublemaker is the one you should arrest."
"Cool," Tim whispered.
"There's cooler," Shiller whispered back.
Barbara apparently did not expect him to answer like this, so she looked visibly flustered, covered her little round mouth with her hand and coughed, "Are you saying that you are the real one, and he is the fake one?"
"Precisely," Batman said in a calm tone, "Barbara, didn't you see? The Joker regards me as his greatest enemy, that proves I'm Batman."
"Uh, to confirm this, I'll ask you a question."
"Go ahead," Batman was not at all flustered.
"What pattern is your favorite pajama?"
"Red velvet stripes."
"Take him down!"
When they were handcuffed and pushed into the police car, Barbara snorted with her arms crossed, "What kind of old-fashioned taste, even my dad doesn't wear velvet stripes."
"Please, you're serious?" Tim, handcuffed behind his back, looked at Primary Universe Batman and said, "Velvet stripes? Do you dress like a medieval noble even in your own home?"
Batman kept a straight face and remained silent.
Tim kept mumbling, "The Bruce I know prefers blue. Sure, he has red pajamas too, but stripes are a bit over the top."
"Shut up, Tim," the Primary Universe Batman just wanted some peace and quiet.
But Tim seemed to have suffered a tremendous affront; he stared at the Prime Universe Batman sitting next to him and said, "You actually used the word 'shut up.' I'm going to tell Alfred, and he's going to cancel your cookie privileges for a week."
"I don't eat cookies," Prime Universe Batman said. "Nobody eats those things."
Tim was even more shocked, nearly transforming into a weeping Robin head.
"I don't understand any of this," Prime Universe Batman sighed. "The people here don't act according to any sort of logic."
"I guess whoever cloned you messed up the programming," another Minifigure Batman's face appeared on the front screen of the police car, speaking in a deep, raspy voice, "He could never replicate the essence of Batman, so even though you look the same as me, you could never..."
Suddenly his phone rang. He stopped mid-sentence to answer it, and soon after Batman's voice came through the screen, "What do you mean, 'Joker has escaped'? Are you serious?!"
At that moment, the Prime Universe Batman in the back seat suddenly noticed a bright light shining in the center of the city. A giant Bat tag appeared in the skies above Gotham.
"What the hell?" Prime Universe Batman frowned slightly. "Why is the Bat Light on? What disaster warrants...?"
Bang!
A massive figure crashed to the ground, at last an individual whose style differed from the other Minifigures. On closer inspection by the Prime Universe Batman, it appeared to be Bane.
Had the lunatics in Arkham Asylum escaped again?
Tim had already stretched out his hands to pry the car door open. Prime Universe Batman looked at him and asked, "Do you have a lock pick?"
"You really are an antique, haven't you ever played with blocks?" Tim replied, lifting the handcuffs in his hand, "Right insert, twist the opposite way, click!"
"Like a spell," Prime Universe Batman remarked, but he understood what Tim meant. Just by reversing the process of how blocks were assembled, one could disassemble them. Since the handcuffs were also made of blocks, the same principle could be applied.
With a click, Batman's own handcuffs came undone. At this point, Tim had already pried the car door open and leaped out.
Batman was a step behind; the car was stopped by Bane and drifted into the building beside them.
Bang!
Blocks scattered all around, and Batman felt his left arm almost getting knocked off. Thankfully, he was also a Minifigure. With a strong hit from his right hand, he leaped out from the other side of the car door.
After throwing back the driver's right arm, knocked off in the collision, and receiving a word of thanks, Batman hurled a huge Batman dart.
Whoosh—Thwack!
The Batman dart hit the chemical gas canister behind Bane. As it broke open, countless chemicals sprayed out. Batman was about to activate the filter on his mask when he remembered he was a Minifigure and immune to poison.
Good, Prime Universe Batman thought, this world isn't entirely useless. He kicked Bane off with a leap and a powerful kick as he caught up with Deadpool's knife flashing by, chopping off Bane's head.
Watching Bane's head, still cursing as it rolled far away, Batman turned to see another malevolent smile and a Gas Grenade thrown his way.
Batman swirled his cape and leaped onto a streetlamp. Just as he was about to descend to give Scarecrow a kick, he saw another dark figure leap down from midair.
The figure executed a standard Superhero landing, one knee to the ground and one hand bracing against the surface. Then, with a grapple-hook attached to a balcony across the building, after swinging up, he kicked Scarecrow in the back.
Immediately after picking up the scattered Gas Grenade and throwing it toward the roof across the street, executing a 360 turn in the air and landing as a Superhero again, he backed away before standing up and sweeping his cape, "Your days are numbered, criminals!"
The Prime Universe Batman on the lamp post covered his eyes.
The next second, two huge bombs fell where Batman was standing, exploding with double bangs. Batman rolled out of the way but stepped on an even bigger bomb.
"Beep—beep—bang!"
A figure with green hair walked out of the smoke, baring a blood-red smile, "Surprise, Batman. It's me again! I've released all the lunatics from Arkham Asylum, I..."
"Hey! You've got the wrong direction! I'm over here!" Batman stretched his neck and shouted.
"What?!" Joker looked up at the figure on the streetlight, then turned to the figure standing on the street.
"Which one of you is Batman?!"
Prime Universe Batman had an idea, and said, "Joker, I'm the real Batman. Others might get me confused, but you never will."
"Don't listen to his nonsense, I'm Batman!" shouted the dust-covered Batman, "That one is a fake, a cloned imposter!"
Joker's eyes rolled up, then left, as he squinted fiercely.
"Answer me one question, and I'll be able to tell who's who," Joker said.
"Ask away," they responded.
"Who's your best friend?"
"Superman!" both Batmans responded in unison.
"And who's your greatest enemy?"
"Superman!" again both Batmans replied together.
Joker's expression froze, slowly shifting from disbelief to anger and sorrow, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Then who, who do you hate the most?! Who do you detest the most?!"
"Batman doesn't hate anyone," they said once more in unison.
"Go to hell, both of you phonies!!!"