Chapter 2883: Minifigure Grand Battle! (Part One)

"First, there is... darkness."

"It's a necessary process in every movie."

A hoarse, deep voice echoed beside Shiller, with a distinctively Batman-like articulation.

"Then comes the inexplicable company logo, Warner Brothers? Why isn't it Warner Bros?"

Shiller cleared his throat and said, "We're not watching a movie, let's skip all that. Can we start directly?"

Now he stood in total darkness, nothing above or below, to the sides, only a disc under his feet that moved with him, and with a bang, it seemed the disc had landed somewhere.

The darkness began to fade, and Shiller was ready to step out when suddenly the disc sharply descended.

Thump!

Shiller fell straight to the ground.

When he regained consciousness, he instinctively tried to stand up, only to find that he couldn't muster strength on one side of his body, and he flipped over as he kicked his leg.

Looking down, he saw only one leg.

"Ah, how did I also become a Minifigure?!" Shiller complained as he rolled on the ground to stand using one leg, maintaining a one-legged stance, and started searching for his other lost leg.

It was only when he lifted his arm that he noticed the left was missing too, made-up of a curved plastic piece, gone. Should he commend the Minifigure quality? At least his head and body were still intact.

Sighing, Shiller looked around under the dim light; the narrow warehouse didn't have many places to hide things, his leg had probably rolled under some shelf.

Shiller hopped forward, grabbed the railing of the shelf while maintaining his one-legged stance, and started searching beneath the shelf for his leg.

He found it, aided by the weak light of the safety sign in front, and saw a leg under the frontmost shelf. He grabbed onto the shelf and hobbled over on one leg, bent down and picked up the leg, and with a snap, attached the leg back on.

He had just started to walk when he realized something was off, "Why doesn't this leg fit well?"

"That's because you're using my leg." A deep, gravelly voice sounded from behind Shiller as he turned around and saw a pitch-black figure.

"Tim? You scared me to death. I thought you were Batman," Shiller said as he took off the ill-fitting leg and threw it over.

"Who are you? Do you know me?" The figure approached, picked up the leg and attached it, then asked, "You're a player from Battleworld too, right? What's your code name?"

"Weird, don't you recognize me?" Shiller sincerely puzzled but then, seeing his reflection on the floor, realized he was a Minifigure—ghosts wouldn't recognize him.

"Dr. Shiller."

The real ghost appeared.

A dark silhouette appeared in the corner of the warehouse, a leg was thrown over with a snap, and if everyone were not Minifigures, this scene would have been truly shocking.

Shiller picked up the leg and inspected it closely, confirmed it was his part, attached it, and didn't look back as he said, "Batman, when will you ever learn to make some noise when you walk?"

"Sorry, but clearly I can't walk now."

After fixing the leg, Shiller walked towards Batman only to realize he was the unluckiest, as both of his legs were missing.

Getting a bit closer, Shiller deduced from details that this was probably Batman from the Prime Universe. Had he chosen to come here, or was this the only place he could go?

"Ahhhhhh!"

A scream came from another corner of the warehouse, forcing Shiller to look back, only to see a black and red figure throwing a leg out in horror.

Tim caught the leg, inspected it, and threw it towards Shiller; Shiller examined the leg and then tossed it to Batman, now Batman was the one maintaining a one-legged stance.

"Oh my God, what happened? Am I in some mad scientist's dissection scene?! What about my movie rating? I absolutely do not want it to be rated adult; that would massively tank my popularity..."

"Deadpool?" Shiller frowned, looking at the howling figure and said, "Which universe are you from? Never mind, they're all the same. Have you seen his other leg?"

"Hahaha, Doctor, uh, you must be a doctor, right? That pun is not very funny, a doctor asking me if I have seen a patient's leg, hahaha!"

His mouth almost extended to his ear, Deadpool continued to talk, not so funny, Shiller just shook his hand and said, "Ok then, have you seen my hand?"

"Hand? What do you mean? Is that some stripped-down professional medical term? Are you asking for help? Should I pass you a wrench or something?"

"I mean, have you seen something like this curved plastic piece?" Shiller raised his other hand.

Deadpool paused, looked down at his own hand, and then let out a terrified scream, only now realizing the drastic transformation of his body structure.

Seeing that was fruitless, Shiller turned to Tim and asked, "Do you remember my name?"

"Yeah, I remember a bit, but I don't know how to describe myself, or who I should say I am?"

"Do Batman in your universe laugh?"

"Not exactly his hobby."

"Is Jason still alive?"

"He's been back for a while."

"How is their relationship?"

"Jason raided the Batcave, and Batman banned him from snacking for a week, demanding he dye the white tuft on his head black, or else he'd never knock on his study door again."

"Great, the Wayne Family's big adventure." Shiller muttered, "No wonder you came to this world. Are you a Minifigure enthusiast?"

"Dick is, but he's trying to cover it up, so I came," Tim said, pursing his lips.

"I don't think there's a need to practice Balancing Technique now." Batman had to interrupt their conversation and then said, "I deduce that we're on a plane, and if I'm not mistaken, the plane will probably be forced to land in about 5 minutes."

"Why?" Tim asked.

Batman turned on the flashlight, and everyone held their breath because the shelves in the warehouse were filled with bombs.

"Let's gather the parts now, we must take control of the cockpit and the pilot."

"Yes, for a smooth landing ..."

"No, for a smooth dive into the ocean."

The other three began searching for parts separately. Batman's leg was found, clicked back into place, but Dr. Shiller's hand remained missing, to which he simply shrugged and said, "It seems I'll have to get used to this for a while, although I also don't think this curved plastic piece can do much."

Suddenly, a commotion came from next door. Tim first reached for his waist, only to discover his weapons had all transformed into plastic toys—plastic grappling hooks, plastic grenades, a plastic scanner, plastic... a plastic Batman dart?

Dr. Shiller turned to look at the Primary Universe Batman again, staring at the small plastic piece shaped like a bat in his own hand, and correctly speaking, it wasn't just a small piece of plastic, because a minifigure is only three heads tall, so the Batman dart was nearly half the length of his arm.

"Why didn't you just fill it with coffee beans?" Tim looked at his gun, which spat out little plastic beans, and complained, "Spraying those criminals with hot coffee would be more lethal than this."

"It had better be scalding coffee, Tim," Dr. Shiller still found amusement in the chaos, he said, "I know every coffee connoisseur would want their drink steaming."

"Exactly, PhD!"

"How long are you going to keep chattering there?" Deadpool drew his twin swords and slightly crouched.

The squeaking noise of the door being opened came along with a blade-like ray of light, piercing into the cramped, dark room.

At the same time, a somewhat shrill voice sounded out.

"Batman will never understand, his greatest opponent is always on the way to surprise him, I am always willing to make such astonishing efforts for the person I hate most, another disaster..."

"Tim!"

Bang! Bang, bang!

"Oh, shit! What the hell?!"

The figure at the door desperately waved his arms to block the flying little sugar beans, and Deadpool seized the moment to deliver a flying kick.

Crackle—Bang! Crackling noises!

A figure with green hair was viciously kicked against the back of the pilot's seat, while the pilot himself had already been embedded into the windshield.

This is it, Dr. Shiller thought.

In midair, a plane went into a nosedive with a whoosh.

Inside Wayne Manor, Batman put away the binoculars and said with some confusion, "Key surveillance, are you serious? Barbara, the plane just went straight down."

"Ah, I don't know how it went down either, so is that why you asked me to keep a close watch?"

As a roar came over the phone, Batman had to move the receiver a little farther from his ear while turning to press the button next to his chair, allowing the seat to drop down towards the high-tech-filled Batcave.

"Okay, Barbara, be patient, learn from your father, I'll check it out myself, and if the people up there are still alive, I'll bring them back."

The redhead Barbara sighed and threw the phone back onto the desk, her gaze falling on the Bat Light button and muttering to herself, "Dad's about to retire, I hope nothing happens at this critical moment, hopefully everything will be fine."

Dingling dingling! Dingling dingling!

Barbara rolled her eyes, walked over to the desk, and picked up the phone that was almost as big as her head, then said, "What's up, Batman?"

"Hit the button, Barbara! There's a major incident here, you absolutely won't believe who I saw on the sea!"

"It's not the Joker, is it?" Barbara feigned surprise, rolling her eyes even more, then said, "What a surprising big case! Do you need the police to send support?"

"No, no, it's not the Joker, oh my goodness, you can't imagine... There's another Batman!"

"What?!"

"I think you can let go," Dr. Shiller said to the Batman from the Primary Universe, who he was sharing a flotation board with, "We're minifigures now, in theory, we should be able to float on the water."

"Why don't you let go then?"

"Jack was the first to let go, and it didn't end well for him."

"Then Rose might be stronger than you imagine." Saying this, Batman used his arms to vault onto the board, looking up at the approaching helicopter, squinting his eyes.

"Hey, we're here!" Meanwhile, Tim, standing on another type of floating board, waved his arms at the helicopter and shouted loudly.

"Wait, Tim, we still don't know this is..."

"Batman!" A figure with green hair suddenly burst from the water, pulling out a pistol and shouting loudly.

"Joker, I knew it was you!" Batman, standing at the helicopter door, shouted down.

Suddenly he froze because Joker's gun wasn't pointing at him but at another dark figure on the sea.

The Primary Universe Batman was also shocked, looking at the grinning green-haired figure, he said, "You're the Joker?!"