My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Gotham City, USA.

Where am I? I was playing Batman: Arkham Knight before... How did I suddenly appear on the street?

It was dark all around, with many light rails between the buildings above. The police cars on the street were labeled... GCPD?! Gotham City Police Department? Is this Gotham? Could it be... I have traveled through time?!

I was transported to this place, I'm in trouble now. Check out what I look like, the shady guy in the Batcave or the senior talent in Arkham Asylum!

Sigh! Green hair, white skin, bright red lips, crazy eyes, insane smile, begging and hated posture, at first glance it is obvious that he is a pervert!

I am the clown! Ugly Lord!

Now I'm set. I'm going to find Two-Face, Penguin, Bane and Harley Quinn. Their status in the criminal world is comparable to Khrushchev and Pol Pot in the political world. Each of them has his or her strengths, each of them has their own unique skills, and their fighting spirit and patience are astonishing!

With them as secret weapons, they will definitely bring endless surprises to Batman!

Hey? What's on the big screen in the mall? What does Arkham execution mean? What does it mean to hang the bodies of criminals for public display? What does it mean to never give criminals a place to live again?

the most important is……

Who is Conrad Kurtz?

"I am Conrad Kurtz."

I heard a cold and smiling voice behind me. This strange tone was like a saw cutting bones, which frightened me so much that my hair stood up. When I turned around, I saw... a wall?

No! This is not a wall! This is a set of dark blue and almost black armor! It is not as delicate as Iron Man's armor. The huge and rough armor plates make it look extremely bulky. The two huge shoulder armors make me doubt whether I can raise my hands evenly while wearing it.

Its breastplate was decorated with a white human skull, with bright red bat wings spread out on both sides where the ears should be; vertebrae and ribs were arranged on the abdomen of the armor, like a deformed and ugly centipede; three shrunken heads hung below the belt, holding in their mouths a loin cloth that was undoubtedly made from dozens of human faces, hanging from between the legs of the armor to the ankles.

This twisted and weird shape almost scared me crazy. Before I traveled through time, I was just a stay-at-home kid living off my parents. How could I have seen so many corpses that seemed to be still howling in pain? But I couldn't take my eyes away. On the right shoulder armor of this suit of armor, several familiar faces were stretched open by nails and covered tightly. These empty eyes seemed to be staring at me!

Two-Face, Penguin, Harley Quinn, Bane... and many other villains whose names I can’t even remember, their faces were peeled off bloodily and became the trophies of the owner of this armor - the pale god with wet and cold black hair!

He smiled at me - his hairless eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and the high brow arches made his pure black eyes even more eerie. His teeth were clenched, and I could see his shark-like sharp teeth tightly biting together, as if he was enduring pain, and as if he was enjoying cruelty.

I have never believed in God, but at this moment I pray devoutly to God to grant me a merciful coma. The pungent smell of corpses makes my stomach cramp uncontrollably. The smile of the Pale God has left an indelible scar in my mind.

Before I could react, I was kneeling at his feet, whimpering and gagging sounds coming from my mouth. The yellow stomach acid drowned my tongue. Only I could understand that I was begging for his forgiveness.

"Stand up, don't kneel."

I couldn't believe my ears, but he did say that. I controlled my trembling limbs to get up from the ground, falling into my own vomit several times, and sticking my fingers on the ground, the pain was excruciating, but I still stood up.

"Lift your head and look at me."

Fear made me hesitate. He seemed to have lost his patience. Two sharp blades covered with barbs pierced out from the forearm armor of his armor. He pressed the tip of the blade against my chin, using the pain to force me to raise my face and look directly into his dark, lifeless eyes.

"Ah, a fake." He studied my face, his tone very calm, or at least it had been that calm since he first greeted me. "Wayne boy!" he shouted.

Above my head I heard the sound of ropes being tightened. I just caught a glimpse of the black cloak floating in the air, and Batman in the bat costume landed silently beside me.

Although it may not be appropriate to say that I traveled through time and became the Joker, but when I saw Bruce Wayne I really felt like I saw a relative, and I wanted to throw myself into his arms and cry.

Compared to the pale god, Batman seems so amiable...

Batman glanced at me and said in a deliberately low voice, "Another one?"

again?

"Yes. It's the same old process. Take this kid to the Bat Hospital for plastic surgery, and then go to the Bat Barber Shop to dye his green hair back - you really have to add a 'bat' prefix to everything. Finally, give him a residence permit and a place to live."

"What about jobs?" Batman asked.

"The road administration still needs manpower, so let's arrange for him to work somewhere."

"Wait..." I asked in surprise, "You...don't want to kill me? I'm a clown."

"You are a clown with a hammer. You think you can become a criminal just by dyeing your hair and cutting your face? You are dreaming." The sneer of the Pale God made me lower my head in shame. "Besides, you have not committed any crime or committed any crime. At most, you are a criminal in disguise. Work hard, reform yourself, and strive to obtain Gotham citizenship as soon as possible."

This is not something a terrifying god with human parts on his body would say. I was dragged into the Batmobile by Batman and sped through the streets of Gotham.

I can no longer remember the scene on the street, but what impressed me most were the male and female workers with hope and longing on their faces, tearing down the consumerist posters on the billboards and replacing them with a brand new picture.

In the picture, the pale god is surrounded by workers and farmers, his dark eyes firmly looking at the cold crescent moon in the corner of the picture, his raised arm holding a scale powerfully, and the other hand placed on his chest holding a hammer.

At the bottom of the picture, a red banner was inlaid with large white characters: Evil cannot escape justice, capital must be destroyed by the people! -- Midnight Haunter, Conrad Kurtz.

…………

Coz declined the invitation of Gotham citizens to buy newspapers first, and patiently queued outside the newsstand with the citizens who loved him. He took out four 25-cent coins from under the face of the two-faced man on his shoulder and bought a copy of "International News".

This set of armor is just a showpiece (except for the human skin). Even Wayne couldn't use the technology of this era to make the power armor he wore before (or later?). In this era when even promethium and ceramsite steel have not yet been invented, he can only make do with this titanium alloy shell.

Anyway, Koz didn't count on the defensive power of armor. The most important thing about this outfit is that it makes criminals feel scared when they see him, and makes citizens feel friendly when they see him.

Sitting on a bench in front of the Gotham City Police Department, Coates greeted Sheriff Gordon, who had just finished his shift. The sheriff's old face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, and joy bloomed in every wrinkle.

His daughter Barbara was shot by the Joker and became paralyzed on one side of her body. She had to live in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. Just when he thought he would fight the Joker for the rest of his life together with Batman, who had a principle of not killing, a cruel white bat descended from the sky and turned the psychopath who hurt his daughter into a hand-torn chicken.

Sheriff Gordon felt that his revenge was a great success. He looked thirty years younger these past two days. His miserable old face was always smiling. When he saw Coze reading a newspaper, he raised his hands and shouted, "Hail! Lord of the Night!"

"Don't try that on me, brat." Koz scolded with a smile, very cheerful and bright, "Are you off work?"

"That's right. After you come, I won't have the chance to work overtime." Sheriff Gordon said happily, "I'm going to buy some minced pork and have hamburgers with my daughter tonight. When will you be so kind as to come to my house for a simple meal? Barbara has been wanting to meet you for a long time."

"Let's do it another day. I have to inspect the Court of Owls later. I think there are too many capitalists here." Koz leaned back on the bench. The heavy armor made the wooden bench creak. He waved to Gordon who was rushing to the supermarket and spread out the newspaper in his hand.

Headline: In order to deal with the threat of Godzilla, the US government decided to launch the Mecha Hunter Program. The first Hunter Mecha "Blue Romeo" has been put into construction, and the program is technically supported by Stark Industries.

The large photo below shows Tony Stark, the young master of Stark Industries, and the US Secretary of Defense with their arms around each other. It is said that this playboy with a hippie beard never likes to shake hands with people, which makes the Secretary of Defense's smile look quite awkward.

Behind the two of them was the mecha hunter "Blue Romeo" that was under construction. It was 77.72 meters tall and weighed 7775 tons. Although it was just a skinny metal skeleton now, one could already see its future majestic and colossal momentum.

Tony Stark is... kind of interesting.

Kozdo took a look at "Blue Romeo". This bipedal humanoid mecha reminded him of many "good" memories. He had a brother with wings on his back who once destroyed one with his own hands.

Big white dove, this guy is coming soon.

The following news seemed dull and boring. Either this star had an illegitimate child or that artist learned to ride a bicycle. No one cared about the people's suffering, but the actors' family affairs were known to everyone. Koz was certain that "International News" would be finished sooner or later.

After flipping through several pages, Coz finally saw the news he cared about, which was about the flu incident in Raccoon City, northern Colorado. Experts claimed that the flu virus was not fatal and was at most a severe cold that would not kill people.

Koz didn't believe a single word of the experts' nonsense. What really made him stop and stare was the picture accompanying the report. In the picture, a man in a police uniform and an Asian woman in a red dress were posing for a photo with forced smiles in front of the camera. The pale giant who was hugging them both for the photo smiled like an honest old farmer.

Mortarion, the tough but cute little Fourteen.

Coates gave his signature painful smile, rolled up the newspaper, stood up from the bench, and devoted his limited life to unlimited service to the people.

I know where to find you.

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In the early morning, Hogwarts had to wake up to the roar of the giant dragon.

Draco sat on the edge of the bed with sleepy eyes. He could only feel his head buzzing, as if someone had hit him hard on the ear with a stainless steel basin. It was so painful.

While searching for slippers under the bed with his feet, he was drowsily unbuttoning his pajamas, his eyes drifting to the other beds in the dormitory. It took him a while to realize that he was now sleeping on the upper bunk.

Since yesterday, the wonderful days of the four-person room are gone forever. Students from each college are randomly arranged according to their grade and gender, and their dormitories are reallocated in the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor of the castle. The original four-poster beds are replaced with bunk beds.

Professor Dumbledore said this would help the students learn to unite.

Draco didn't feel much solidarity. Anyway, he wanted to strangle Ron last night for snoring and grinding his teeth. The kid even talked in his sleep: "No spiders... No spiders..."

The noise was like a file stuck in his ear and stirring constantly, and it kept him awake until the early hours of the morning.