Choice, this is one of the meanings of human behavior. We make choices all the time.
Generally speaking, choices always bring about a series of unpredictable effects on the development of anything. The word choice is always associated with a price. When we choose a certain action, we are bound to lose something. The things we lose because of our choices are called the price.
Having too many choices is not a good thing … because it means that you will have to pay a higher price.
"Bang!"
Joker's head was violently grabbed. Under Batman's lead, his whole body was placed on the wall of the interrogation room.
"Where is Harvey! Tell me! "
"Hahaha, hahahaha!"
He screamed, but it was not out of fear. The blood flowing from the top of his head smeared the paint on his face. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes.
There was only fanaticism and excitement. It was the joy of seeing the most beautiful thing bloom.
"I've said it before! You have too many principles. Do you think they can save you? Hahahaha. "
"Bang!"
A punch landed on Joker's abdomen. He curled up in pain and fell to the ground. He watched as Batman stretched out his hands, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up high.
"Tell me! Where is Harvey! "
"You don't … You don't have anything, anything, anything that can threaten me! Hahahaha, your strength is useless … Hahaha, this is my rule. You have to make a choice! Break it, Bat, break it! Only then can you see the truth … "
Joker felt that he could not breathe properly. He waved his hands and spoke with difficulty like a rooster with its neck cut.
"The only wise way to survive in this world is to have no principles! Tonight, you have to break your only principle! "
"Cough, cough, I know you can't do it!"
Joker coughed with difficulty. His voice was getting lower and lower due to the pain of being grabbed by the neck.
"That's why I'm here to help you … make a choice. They're about to die. There's only ten minutes left. If … cough cough … you want to save any one of them, you'll have to play my game. Cough cough, use my rules!"
Bang!
Joker's body was thrown out, knocking over the interrogation table in the room. His body leaned against the corner of the wall in a strange position. He reached out with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Batman. He had no doubt that if he provoked him any further, this guy would break his principles in anger and kill him.
However, he ignored the threat. He saw the pair of eyes. Even in the midst of extreme anger, he still maintained a shred of rationality. The clown chuckled and curled up his body like an injured old dog. He said in a low voice.
"Do you understand? Killing … was a choice. Choosing one out of five lives! Who would you choose? Which four people would you kill? Would you go crazy? Battie, I'm really curious! "
"Where are they?"
Bruce asked. This time, Joker did not keep him in suspense. The beaten Joker looked at him.
"Of course I'll tell you … I'll tell you everything. The loyal wife is in 87 Orchard Street. The pure girl is on the second floor of the Gotham Orphanage. The brave boy is in warehouse 104 at the pier. The poor Mayor Nestor is in the basement of the old theater in the central city."
He scratched his head and said uncertainly.
"Uh, if I'm not wrong, the righteous Harvey is in 65 Third Avenue on the narrow island!"
Bruce suddenly turned around and rushed out of the interrogation room. The clown's shouts could be heard coming from behind him. That madman seemed to be helping him.
"If you hesitate, don't think about saving anyone. Let me see who you'll kill, Battie! Let me see! … Hey, don't touch me! I have human rights! "
Sheriff Smith rushed in and interrupted the Joker's voice. Then came the sound of fists hitting flesh. When Batman rushed out of the police station, Gordon was already waiting there, along with Robin, who was wearing a motorcycle helmet.
He jumped onto the Batmobile and shouted, "Hey!
"I'm going to save Harvey!"
After saying that, he rushed into the road ahead at an extremely fast speed.
"I'm going to the pier!"
Robin left on a police motorcycle. Gordon got into the car. There were only three places left. He decided to go to the old theater in the central city. Based on the time Nestor left, he might be there.
Just as the car started moving, a violent roar came from behind the car. Gordon turned around and saw the dark red figure coming back. When Seiber passed by the car, he said in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?
"Leave the orphanage to me!"
The black battle-ax's speed reached its maximum in an instant. Like a shadow in the dark, it disappeared from Gordon's sight. Gotham Orphanage was the furthest away from this place, so Syber shouldered this heavy responsibility. Gordon no longer cared about safety. The police car sped onto the road as fast as it could. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled into the walkie-talkie.
"Smith! Damn it, stop hitting him! Go to 87 Orchard Street! Do you hear me? "
"Yes, sir! I'll be there right away! "
There was almost no difference in life from the moment it was born. Logically speaking, life should be equal. However, as human civilization progressed, there were always some factors that added extra labels to life. Therefore, the mayor's life became very important. Therefore, Harvey's life was more important than a child who had not even started his life yet.
The wickedness of the clown's deadly joke was … he wanted Bruce Wayne to see that Batman, who represented justice and hope for Gotham, would make a comparison and save the most important person in the world when faced with the cruel choice of human life.
This was a mockery of human nature, because for everyone who participated in this rescue operation, when choosing the target to save, they would have to go through a mental interrogation about the essence of life, and what was the most important thing.
Was it a child? Or was it a powerful and influential mayor?
He knew very well that if even one of them died, there would be a permanent hole in Batman's will. For such a person who adhered to the rules, there was nothing more painful than breaking the rules with their own hands. The Joker knew very well what they would do. Those who were called heroes would carry all the responsibility on their shoulders, and the weight would eventually crush them.
As for Gordon … Joker who was curled up in the corner of the interrogation room grinned maliciously.
He wanted to punish Gordon for ruining his fight with Batman … That was just his inspiration. Yes, the world was unfair and random things happened. But now, he couldn't wait to see the deadly joke.
Who would go crazy?
Batman … or Gordon? That young police detective?
Mr. Red … Mr. Red would never go crazy. Joker was sure of that. Mr. Red was a colder bastard than him. Like Joker, he believed in his own logic. The difference was that Joker's logic was chaotic, while Saber's logic was cold and indifferent.
But after all, he had spent so much effort and set up so many traps. How could he only target Batman?
"What a pity …"
Joker muttered to himself. "Rachel Daws, little beauty, it would be perfect if we could catch you. They will all be defeated. Everyone will be …"
"Ding!"
Something was thrown into the interrogation room. Joker's eyes lit up when he saw it. He looked around, wiped the blood from his mouth, and quietly held it in his hand.
Seiber and his steel beast turned into a cluster of red shadows in the city as they sped through the city.
His target was Gotham Orphanage. Catherine had been there before, and so had Selena. Saber knew where it was. His body was tied to the crazy motorcycle. When the motorcycle reached a speed of 450km/h, even a gust of wind was enough to send Saber flying.
This speed had exceeded the normal speed of a motorcycle. A normal person would not be able to drive it. A slight tilt would cause a tragic accident, but Saber could. His mental reaction speed was more than enough. His extraordinary physique allowed him to drive the motorcycle with a thunderous roar through the streets of Gotham.
No one knew the time set by Joker. Since he was already on the road to rescue someone, Saber was most worried about a sudden burst of fire in front of him.
"This is what it feels like to be a good person..."
Saber thought self-deprecatingly. "Good people are always controlled by bad people. It is easier to destroy than to save."
It was true. In the confrontation between Batman and Joker, Bruce had not won even once. Saber had a new understanding of Joker's destructive power, but he knew how to deal with Joker. This kind of person should be shot in the head the moment he was captured.
If possible, Saber would rather go back to that night. Even if he was stopped by everyone, he should have stabbed Harvey in the heart. Unfortunately... at that time, he was also under the control of his wild nature. If Professor Charles had not forced him out of that state, Harvey would have been dead.
This was also why he did not want to be involved in Joker's affairs. He was afraid, afraid that he would lose control again. When Gordon was hit by a bullet at Robert's memorial service, Saber clearly felt his own emotions controlling his body and killing all the criminals.
His beastly instincts seemed to control him at that moment.
This experience made Saber even more worried about his own situation. He knew that if he lost control, no one in the city could stop him. He would either be blown to pieces or commit a horrifying massacre.
He did not care about death, but he would not kill ordinary people for no reason.
"Click."
The black Tomahawk turned into a dark alley without street lights. The environment here was terrible, and there was the smell of garbage everywhere. Yes, it was here, Gotham Orphanage.
This building had been around for a long time, but after Bruce's father built a new, larger Wayne Orphanage in the name of the Wayne family, this place was on the verge of being abandoned. Only unlucky children like Catherine were sent here. It was said that there were many complicated secrets hidden here, but this place had been completely closed a year ago.
So now, looking at this place in the dark, it looked like a haunted house. There were agitated animals making all kinds of noises in the dark. Ordinary people would probably be scared to death here.
But this had nothing to do with Saber. He was not afraid of this.
"Bang."
The tightly shut, rusty door was smashed open by the battle axe. Seiber didn't even stop for a second. He took out the grappling gun from his belt and rushed up to the second floor of the orphanage with the help of the steel cable.
In front of him were more than 20 identical rooms. He searched outside as fast as he could. No one knew how long it would take for this place to explode, so he had to hurry.
Finally, outside the outermost storeroom, Saber smelled a strong smell of gasoline. He kicked open the tightly shut door and rushed in. The light source on his gauntlet was turned on at this moment. After seeing the layout of the room, Saber squinted his eyes.
There were at least 20 barrels of gasoline, and a timer was fixed on top of the barrels. The number on the timer was about 10 minutes, which made Seiber heave a sigh of relief. If this place exploded, the entire orphanage would be razed to the ground. Seiber quickly walked into the deepest part of the storeroom and saw a little girl in a white dress lying on the ground. She seemed to have fainted.
He hurriedly walked over and wanted to carry the little girl. Under the illumination of the light, Seiber's gaze swept across the little girl's face, and he immediately stopped in his tracks.
This was... Barbara Gordon, Gordon's little daughter!
The wife and boy that the Joker mentioned, were they...
"Damn it!"
Saber cursed, "Gordon will go crazy!"
He reached out and held little Barbara in his arms. However, the moment he stood up, a metal wire connected to the little girl's back was pulled apart. Saber heard the sound and turned around. The number on the oil barrel changed rapidly and finally stopped at 5.
"Damn it!"
"Bang!"
The heat in Seber's body exploded. Like a football player, he hugged Barbara tightly in his arms and dashed towards the glass in the storeroom. He smashed the broken glass into pieces. The moment he leaped into the air, a dazzling golden flame appeared behind him like a fireball.
It exploded. Saber felt the strong driving force and the scorching flame on his gauntlet burning. However, Saber's mind was filled with another thought at this time.
Was there a similar fatal design in other places? That treacherous bastard!
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