"Pu!"
The Clown, who was sitting in the truck and experiencing a reverse side flip, felt the world spinning around him. After the truck flipped over, all of the glass shattered. His face was scratched and blood splattered everywhere. But he was lucky. The guy next to him was pierced in the heart by a large piece of glass and died a long time ago.
He crawled out of the broken window with difficulty, holding an automatic rifle in his hand. He first fell to the ground and gasped for air for a few seconds. Then, with great difficulty, he used the rifle to support himself from the ground.
He staggered like a drunkard and fell twice when he started walking. It seemed that the tremors had affected his balance. However, his expression was one of joy. He held the rifle with both hands and saw Batman rushing towards him from the empty street in front of him on a motorcycle.
Joker's face was filled with a strange smile. He held the rifle and fired wildly. At such a distance, bullets had no effect, but Saber knew what he wanted to do.
Just like a matador wearing a red cape, he was trying to provoke Batman. He threw away the rifle in his hand and stood there, watching the Batmobile with huge wheels rush towards him.
He had no intention of dodging at all.
Under the dim street lights of Gotham, at the intersection of darkness and light, he stood there. The smile on his face, which was covered in paint and blood, grew wider and wider. It was as if this empty place was his stage and he was waiting for another partner to appear.
"Come on, come on."
He muttered to himself. His eyes widened as he stared at Batman who was getting closer and closer to him. When he looked carefully, his body was trembling. Saber watched all this from the shadows. He focused all his attention on Joker. This person was very strange. He was the most unique villain he had ever met.
He was crazy, but he had a meticulous mind that was not bound by the rules of civilization and morals.
He was stubborn and stubborn in pursuing what he wanted to do, even if it was just an idea that popped up in his mind.
He was changeable, like a typical manic psychopath. However, when he was quiet, he had an attractive quality.
He was like a mixture of contradictions. His existence itself was the best embodiment of the chaos of human nature. He was no longer normal. He always looked at all the problems he encountered from a higher level, and then came up with strange but useful methods to solve them.
Saber did not even look at Bruce. In this situation, he knew what Bruce would do. Naturally, he also knew what Joker wanted to do.
His pursuit had never changed. He wanted Bruce to take off his mask. More accurately, he wanted Bruce to break his own principles because he did not believe in them.
Everything he did, the terror, the murder, the crime, it was all to prove that Batman was just a hypocrite. He wanted to prove that, on some level, Batman was no different from him. For that, he was even willing to give up his own life as the price of the game.
The engine of the Batmobile roared louder and louder. Bruce leaned against the body of the motorcycle. The light in his eyes grew colder and colder. When Saber wanted to kill Joker, he had stopped him, but the price he paid was the death of innocent people.
There would never be a correct answer when it came to the choices of human nature. But everything that the Clown had done had truly shifted the pressure onto Bruce's shoulders. Every day that he saw innocent people die because of him, the guilt in Bruce's heart only grew stronger.
He looked at the clown who was standing under the light of the street lamp with his hands open. He could even see the mockery on the clown's face that was covered in paint. There was a smile of anticipation mixed with excitement. A dangerous thought jumped in Bruce's mind.
"Run him over!"
A voice echoed in his mind. "Run him over! As long as you run him over, everything will be over! "
Bruce's bottom line was shaking. The principle he had set for himself was shaken. He would not kill, but if he allowed this madman to continue, more innocent people would be in danger. Their lives and the peace of life would be completely shattered, and so would his life.
Then, the life that had been planned would be completely destroyed.
"Kill him, kill him, and everything will end!"
Bruce gritted his teeth. The Batmobile sped up. The moment he heard the roar of the deepening shadows, the smile on Joker's face grew wider. As someone who was very experienced in manipulating people, he knew that he could feel that Batman's stupid principle was breaking through.
In the dim light, in the black paint, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter. It was like a ball of fire, burning brighter and brighter. This meant that what he wanted was within his reach.
"Come on, run me over! Run me over! Break it, you don't need it! "
Joker was still mumbling to himself. He spread his arms as if he was hugging the impact. With the Batmobile's speed and accumulated momentum, if the Joker really hit him, he would die in an instant even if he had ten lives.
But life … if it was not used to pursue what he wanted, what was the point of it?
Was he really going to live a mediocre life like an ordinary person?
Life was a bet in the game. It was a consumable, whether it was his or other people's, it was the same.
This was the real fairness, wasn't it?
"Ah!!"
Bruce, who was swaying between dangerous thoughts, roared angrily, as if to motivate himself to break through his own shackles. The distance between the two was less than 50 meters. It could be crossed in the blink of an eye. Joker's voice also began to roar at this moment.
"Run me over! Come on! Break it! "
"I … can't!"
"Boom!"
At the last moment, he finally changed direction. At top speed, he almost brushed past the clown. Making a sharp turn at this speed was practically suicide. Even a high-performance motorcycle like the Batmobile could not withstand such a sharp turn. The engine died, and he was flung away from the clown along with the motorcycle. The motorcycle bounced twice on the ground.
The Batmobile crashed into the wreckage of the truck, and Bruce was flung away. He fell to the ground, seemingly unconscious.
"Tch, that's it?"
Joker got his life back, but he was not happy at all. He pulled his hair in frustration, like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
He turned around and looked at Batman, who was on the ground. He tilted his head and seemed to be interested. He stood there and thought for a while, then whistled happily. He reached into his pocket and took out a black switchblade. He hummed a strange song, swung his hand, and walked towards Batman with a happy pace.
"You can't learn, ha! You think you can't be destroyed, ha! "
He licked his bright red lips. He looked at the black bat that had lost its resistance, and his eyes narrowed. Joker climbed out of the truck and reached out, trying to take off Batman's helmet. But just as his fingers touched the connection between the helmet and the battle armor, a flash of blue electricity sent him flying.
Joker screamed and rushed over to kick the guy down. He pointed the switchblade at the guy's neck and said very seriously.
"He's mine!"
Looking at the pair of eyes brimming with excitement, the Clown Gang member trembled and answered frantically.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Joker patted his face with satisfaction, imitating the way he was electrocuted. He made an ugly face, and then he half-knelt beside the unconscious Batman. He used the switchblade to draw on his neck, and there was a mixture of dissatisfaction and surprise in his eyes.
It was like he had received a delivery and found that the seller had sent him the wrong thing. He seemed to be hesitating whether to take off the helmet, because once he did, it meant that the game was over.
But he wasn't done yet …
The hesitation didn't last long.
"Click click."
Two guns were aimed at his head from two directions. Joker turned his head, and behind him were two heavily armed police officers with hoods and helmets.
They took off their masks, revealing the faces of the people who were supposed to be dead and missing.
Jim Gordon and John Blake, one on the left and one on the right, pointed their guns at Joker's head, forcing him to stand up from the ground. Joker was a little angry, a little unhappy, and a little relieved. He threw away the switchblade in his hand and stood up. When Robin handcuffed him, he kept complaining.
"Damn it … Why are you always like this, always appearing when I'm having the most fun!"
When Joker was taken to the prison van, he sat there. Before the door closed, he "sincerely" said to Gordon, who was looking at him.
"You've learned the rules of the game, haven't you?"
"My dear Gordon, I'm so happy … Welcome back to the game."
Gordon ignored him and closed the door. He turned around and looked at Sergeant Smith. The two middle-aged men hugged each other and patted each other's back.
"This is great, Gordon … You're not dead, this is great."
"I'm sorry, Smith, but the situation at the police station … I have to keep it a secret. Other than you and Robin, I really don't know who I can trust."
Robin stood in the darkness. In front of him was a man with a ghost mask who had his chin propped up with his left arm. He took a deep breath and looked at Seiber before speaking in a low voice.
"I've got him."
"Hmm?"
Saber looked at Robin. To be honest, when he saw Gordon and Robin take off their masks, he was a little surprised. However, he was more curious about what Robin wanted to say to him.
He took off his ghost mask in the dark and looked at Robin. The two of them looked at each other. This time, Robin did not avoid his gaze. He said in a low voice, "I went to New York and was reprimanded.
"I went to New York to visit Father, and I was lectured by him. Then I went to visit Kathlyn. She had friends at the school, and I chatted with Mr. Charles for a while. Then I went to Central City to visit Kevin and Sergei. After receiving the secret message from the director, I snuck back to Gotham. I even went to the cemetery. Even though I did not like those people, my career and my dream told me that I should not get too close to them."
The young man looked at the darkness around him and took a deep breath.
"I used to do that too, but Mr. Charles told me that I shouldn't neglect the people around me for the sake of my ideals. Along the way, I've been thinking about this problem. I thought about you, Kevin, Catherine, and the others. What do they mean to me? I used to rely on my father, and Mr. Gordon was my life mentor. There was a period of time when I hated you so much that I even rejected Catherine … I felt that you guys had ruined my life, and the addition of Kevin and the others messed up my life and my ideals."
Saber yawned and said impatiently.
"What are you trying to say?"
Although it was rude, Saber's eyes softened in the dark.
"What I want to say is … ideals don't conflict with family. I want Gotham to be peaceful, but I have to protect my family because that's what you guys do too. I'm sorry, I was wrong, Saber, my brother."
Robin pointed at the prison van that was slowly moving. "Just like you told me, only by jumping out of that circle can I do what I want without being affected. Only by becoming a ghost can I seize those fleeting opportunities. I used my actions to atone for my sins. I avenged Kevin and the others in my own way."
"Well then, welcome back."
Saber put on the ghost mask again, and his voice became muffled. "My brother."
After a while, the black battle-ax started moving again. Saber turned around.
"But Robin, be careful, it might not be over yet."
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