As a bad guy, he should have been prepared to be punished when he did evil. If a real bad guy had thoughts of escaping the final judgment, it could only mean that he was a coward.
Good or evil, choose a path and walk to the end. A man should never regret his choice. He should calmly face the consequences and not be an opportunist.
Joker. Some people said he was called Jack, while others said he wasn't. In short, he was a real bad guy, but his starting point wasn't evil. His starting point was chaos. His actions were in pursuit of a cruel fate where everyone was equal. He knew that mortals weren't the rulers of the world. He knew that no matter if it was a high official or a homeless person on the streets, after a nightmarish day, they would be treated equally by fate.
We usually called this thought anarchism. He believed that chaos would give birth to order, and in order to break the existing order, he had to summon chaos to descend.
And now, this bad guy who almost realized his crazy idea in Gotham was locked up in a place where he couldn't escape, alone waiting for the decision of fate.
"You! It's you! You really didn't die! "
The moment Gordon saw Joker's back, he couldn't suppress the endless anger in his heart. He slammed his fists on the runic cage in front of him, causing the black magic halo to tremble. His expression didn't seem fake at all. In fact, Bane, who was standing at the side, didn't doubt that if Gordon were to enter the cage now, he would definitely bite Joker to death with his teeth.
Even though he couldn't do that at all.
"No, no, no, Gordon, no!"
Joker leaned back in his chair and waved his fingers seriously.
"I'm already dead. I'm now a ghost. You can see me because of this layer of black magic. In fact, for the past few years, I've been watching you lead the chaotic Gotham back to order. From this point, you're definitely a good opponent. Chaos and order. But unfortunately, your efforts are useless."
"I don't care if you're a ghost or some other damned thing! I'll kill you and send you to hell again to comfort those who died. You should've disappeared long ago! "
Gordon gritted his teeth and scolded. Joker only pursed his lips. He glanced at Bane, who was standing at the side with his arms crossed, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.
"Then how do you plan to do that? Borrow the power of your "new friend"? Cough cough, you probably don't know what kind of person your new friend is. Let me tell you, Gordon. "
After saying that, Joker stood up from his chair. He put his hands behind his back and pretended to cough lightly. He walked to the front of the imprisoned magic chip. His pair of malicious eyes stared at Gordon, and his voice sounded like a ghost.
"You already know what a Shadow Dancer is, so I'll tell you something you don't know. Your new friend is followed by ninjas from Japan, vampires from Central Europe, and werewolves from Siberia. They've taken a fancy to your Gotham, Gordon. They've taken a fancy to this place. They want to turn it into a kingdom that belongs to them, the dark creatures. Their alliance shouldn't have gone so smoothly."
Joker shrugged as if he was chatting with an old friend.
"You know, vampires and werewolves have never gotten along. Those ninjas from Japan are also bent on monopolizing the place. But after being beaten up by Big Bat and Saber a few times, they know the pain. They know that they'll never be a match for these two fierce guys alone, so they've joined forces. Gordon, do you know? In my opinion, you're the next member of this new alliance. "
Joker's voice became melodious, and the anger in Gordon's eyes subsided a little.
"They'll use hatred to drive you. They'll tell you that as long as you do what they want, you'll be able to take revenge. You'll kill me. Then, unknowingly, you'll betray everything you've stood for. When you want to turn back, you'll suddenly realize that you … can't turn back anymore! All villains follow this pattern and fall bit by bit. You've already stepped into a very dangerous position, my Gordon. "
He stretched out a finger, leaned over, pointed at Gordon's chest, and said sincerely, "Look, I've already died once.
"You see, I've already died once. I don't care if I'll be destroyed again. But, Gordon, don't you care as well? Don't you care if the career you've held on to all your life is destroyed by your own hands? "
"Come on, you and I both know what kind of person you are …"
Joker stroked his chest and laughed, "I'll give you one last piece of advice. No matter what you want, Jim Gordon, you'll only get … despair here!"
Gordon's expression became hesitant. Even though his heart was still surging with anger, he had to admit that Joker's words seemed to make a little sense. But at this moment, Ben put his finger on Gordon's shoulder. This action instantly pulled Gordon out of his trance, and then he heard Ben's muffled voice.
"Ordinary people have almost no resistance to the Spirit Spell. This lunatic may be arrogant, but he's right about one thing. Even if I put you in now, you won't be able to kill him. Gordon, he's already beyond the limit of what you can deal with."
Ben looked at Joker, who glared at him angrily, sat back in his chair, and began to figure out the deck of cards in front of him. The Joker seemed to dislike Ben for ruining his game. From beginning to end, he didn't seem to be worried about his situation. Of course, this was very much in line with the characteristics of this chaotic and evil guy. If he became crazy because he was about to die, then he didn't deserve the title Joker.
"Gordon …"
Ben didn't care about Joker's crazy words. For an organization like theirs, when they did anything, it was definitely not just a plan. He said casually, "Joker has been hiding in Gotham for four years, but no one told you that he still exists. You see, your heroes are unreliable. If you want revenge, you have to do it yourself."
Director Gordon's meticulous thinking became a little chaotic at this moment. He looked at Ben, and then at Joker. After calming down, the anger in his heart began to weaken. Gordon had long known that no matter what decision he made, he had to get rid of the control of his emotions.
He began to hesitate, and at this moment, Joker, who had his back to them, suddenly spoke.
"And then? Kill me? Help them destroy Gotham? Gordon, please allow me to remind you that you are not alone. The poor children have lost their mother. Oh, my God, they are going to lose their father. And if I were you, I would call my children now to see if they suddenly have one or two 'good friends' around them. "
The precise attack instantly woke Gordon from his anger. He glanced at Ben, took out his phone, and walked to the side to make a call. Ben's eyes had a deep meaning. He didn't look angry, but when Gordon turned around, he changed the order of the runes in the magic cage in front of him, completely blocking out the sound of the cage.
Joker's grasp of the human heart had reached an incredible level. If he was allowed to speak nonsense, it was hard to say who Gordon would side with in the end.
After a moment, Gordon hung up the phone. He turned around and looked at Ben.
"This is between you and me. Get your damn man away from my daughter, or I don't mind fighting you to the death. You don't want to see this end, do you?"
He picked up the other phone in his pocket. A string of numbers on the screen had been dialed. He only needed to press the call button to attract the attention of a very dangerous person.
Gordon was a very smart person. After dealing with criminals all his life, he knew that when these villains needed his help, they could be used.
"Put it down, Gordon. It was just an accident."
Ben admitted this frankly. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. He walked to the cabinet next to Joker's cage, reached out and opened the password-protected box. He took out a small box and slowly opened it to Gordon, revealing the irregular Soul Stone. Under the light, the surface of the stone flashed with a gentle light, as beautiful as a piece of black agate.
"Do you know what this is? Gordon … "
Ben held the Soul Stone in his hand and walked in front of Gordon. He looked down at the director. If the power of hatred was not enough to drive a person, then it was best to use a gentler method, such as using the power of love to control him.
"The Soul Stone, other than the body, is another carrier for the soul. The leader of The Devil Gang used this thing to revive his followers. Guess, whose soul is stored in this Soul Stone?"
Gordon's body froze on the spot. A crazy idea flashed through his mind. He took a deep breath and reached out his trembling hand to touch the surface of the black Soul Stone. The next moment, a gentle and familiar will that he could feel wrapped around his finger. It was a feeling that could not be faked. It was as if the emptiness in his heart had been filled up in an instant.
The Iron Fist Director of Gotham burst into tears. When he regained his senses, the black Soul Stone was already in his hand. He wiped the tears from the edge of his eyes and looked at Ben.
"Not enough … Not enough!"
"How greedy!"
Ben's eyes flashed with a hint of hidden joy. Gordon touched the Soul Stone in his hand and said in a low voice.
"I have to give my everything … Of course, this is not enough!"
"Alright, alright."
Ben waved his hand. A moment later, two burly men carried a black wooden box in and placed it in front of Gordon. Ben kicked open the lid of the wooden box, revealing a terrified woman who was tied up with ropes. Her mouth was sealed with tape and her face was filled with fear. He made a "please" gesture to Gordon.
"Come, this is my third meeting gift from my friend, Gordon."
Gripping the black Soul Stone in his hand, Gaden turned his head to look at the woman in the box. In the next moment, his expression turned subtle. He walked forward, squatted down, and gently stroked the woman's face with his fingers. Gaden's white hair and the strange expression on his face made the trapped woman struggle frantically. However, she couldn't break free from his grasp.
The panic in her eyes couldn't be concealed. She was afraid … She understood that she was about to be judged for what she had done in the past.
"Oh, my dear Chief Officer, Miss Ramires, where have you been for the past five years …"
Gordon said softly, "Do you know how much I miss the days when you worked in the police station? The young men who survived also asked me about you, but I didn't know how to answer them. Oh right, I always had a question …"
The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Ramires' forehead, and Gordon's voice became extremely cold.
"When you sold my wife and children to Maloney, did you think this day would come?"
"Shh."
Gordon put his finger to his mouth and made a shushing gesture.
"Don't tell me the answer, I don't want to hear it. I can finally answer the young officers' questions without worry. Where did Ramires go?"
"Hehe, she's going to … Hell."
As the voice fell, in the dim room, the time stagnated for two seconds. It was like a final confession for the Evil Spirit, and then a fresh life completely bid farewell to the world.
"Bang!"
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