Night was a word that was closely related to darkness. Most of the time, when night was mentioned, one would involuntarily think of darkness. When darkness was mentioned, the next word that came to mind was night.
Stories often began at night.
"Ka"
High up in the sky, the cabin door of the small plane was pulled open, and the cold night wind poured into the cabin. Even the pilot, who was wearing a cold suit, felt a bone-piercing chill. However, as the most elite mercenary, he had long learned not to make any comments about his employer's behavior.
At the cabin door where the cold wind was bone-piercing, a man wearing a flying squirrel suit unfastened his seat belt and stood up. He first poked his head out and looked at the night below. When he saw that the familiar city was no longer as glorious as before, and there were even some faint restlessness and flames, he frowned.
A chill flashed across his eyes, and that pair of eyes belonged to only one person … Bruce Wayne, or rather, Batman.
"Swoosh"
The dark figure jumped down from the small plane and skillfully placed his arms beside his body in the air, allowing his body to shoot down like an arrow towards the city below. In the cold night that could freeze anyone, his eyes stared unblinkingly at the silhouette of the lights in the darkness below. That was his city, that was … Gotham.
What he wanted to protect was not the city itself, and what he wanted to promote was not his actions. However, no matter what angle he looked at it from, he would not allow a group of outsiders to trample on the city. Not only did they trample on the exterior, but they also tore apart the core and soul of the city.
It could not be … forgiven!
In the city below, the frenzied thugs who were having fun did not know that a guy had descended from the sky to beat them up. They were still having fun, and the streets were filled with rich people who were dragged out of their homes. Their wallets were forcibly taken away, and the thugs did not even leave them with a coat. They occupied their homes, took out their collections, and squandered them.
Some of the evilest bastards even targeted their families. Many ladies who were usually kind to others were subjected to heinous abuse. Many of them chose to end their lives in pain, and those who dared to resist were dragged to the streets and beaten to death by the red-eyed thugs.
In the name of freedom, they committed the most brutal acts. These scumbags in the city called themselves the "righteous ones", rudely snatching away everything that other people worked hard for. They were like demons walking in the human world, reveling in a feast of flesh and blood. The innocent people could not fight against this turbid current that was getting stronger and stronger. They could only drag their families and walk in the darkness, watching their homes being occupied by a group of bastards.
Without the restraints of the law and the mandatory punishment, the darkness of human nature was on full display. When the perpetrators were not punished and were instead called heroes, it represented the arrival of the most terrifying dark age. The speculators, who had been standing on the line of morality, were the first to join them. Then, they attracted the restless citizens, and so …
Although the chaos had just begun, before this dark dawn, half of the city had fallen into the craziest chaos in history. Even the chaos caused by the Joker could not compare to this.
Joker only exposed the dark truth of society and led everything into chaos. The thugs in front of them were trying to use violence to overthrow the existing order that was disadvantageous to them, creating a hell on earth where they could do whatever they wanted. If Joker was born in the chaos, then the thugs in front of them were the vanguards of evil, not the ones who should be forgiven.
A person who could not control his own actions, no matter what kind of society or environment he was in, would only be a time bomb that would endanger himself and threaten others.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
Two hooligans wielding baseball bats stood in front of a few pitiful people who had escaped from the alley. Under the pale street light, the blood on their bats was a ghastly sight. The young woman, who was only wearing pajamas, had a face full of panic, but she still stretched out her hand to block in front of her three children.
"What do you want!"
The woman shouted. The two hooligans looked at each other and saw the burning desire and brutality in each other's eyes. They turned their heads and looked at the big shot who they could only look up to on normal days. They let out a wretched laugh.
"Hehehe, Mr. Prosecutor, two years ago, you sent our gang's leader to prison. He died there, and it was said that he wanted us to take revenge on you before he died!"
A tall hippie greedily looked at the charming woman's chest. His breathing became heavy, and he took a step forward, grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her to the dark side of the street. While the woman struggled and screamed, his companion walked towards the three children with the baseball bat in his hand.
"Ha! Little bastards, your mother is going to be punished, now it's your turn! "
The guy glared fiercely at the older child who was protecting his younger brother and sister, his eyes filled with the flames of jealousy.
"You rich young masters, look at the clothes you're wearing. I had to sell drugs for a year to my boss just to buy one. But you guys, you don't have to do anything, and your parents will buy it for you! This is so unfair! You damned rich people! The life you're living is what I've always wanted, why can't you give it to me! "
"Batman will punish you!"
The older child's eyes were full of fear, but even in the face of evil he couldn't resist, he still didn't give up on his younger brother and sister. He gritted his teeth and like a small beast, he stared at the thugs in front of him and shouted.
"Batman will come back! Red Devil won't let you go! He'll drag you to hell! "
"Ah! You're not afraid of me! But where's your Batman? He's scared! He ran away! Fool! "
The expression on the hooligan's face was distorted. He waved the wooden bat in his hand and shouted crazily, "Now there's someone to protect us! Boss Ben will crush your Batman and your Red Devil! But before that, go to hell! Little bastard! And behind you, damn … "
"Bang!"
As soon as the arrogant words left his mouth, the thud of a heavy object falling to the ground caused the thug to abruptly stop what he was doing. He turned his head to look at the darkness behind him. There, his companion, who was tearing the woman's clothes, struggled to grab something in his chest, but like a punctured balloon, he could only helplessly kneel on the ground.
"En!"
He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and shouted, "It's not him! It's not Batman! It's not him! Batman won't kill anyone! "
He turned around and saw a man in a black battle suit and a bat helmet standing in front of the children. Batman looked coldly at the dregs of the city in front of him, his eyes shining with an indifferent light.
"Yes, that's not me!"
"Bang!"
With a punch, the hooligan's body was sent flying into the air. When he landed on the ground, he was still struggling with difficulty. However, his twisted left leg and arm were the harbinger of his fate. In the current Ge Tan, with such injuries, it would be difficult for him to survive.
"Why didn't you kill him?"
Another voice sounded in the darkness behind Batman. Oliver, who was holding the battle achievement in his hand, looked at Batman's back. He leaned down, stuffed a dagger into the hands of the older child next to him, and whispered, "Don't worry.
"Look, their souls are as ugly as their appearance. You need a weapon to protect your loved ones …"
These words seemed to be said for the child, but in Batman's ears, they were meant for him. Unfortunately, his will was as strong as steel, and words alone could not shake him.
"Because I don't want to become a murderer. Killing people is easy, saving people is easy, but saving myself … is difficult. The best way is to not immerse myself in it from the start."
He turned his head and looked at Oliver, who was hiding in the darkness, and shouted loudly.
"Where's Saber? He promised me to protect this city … Look at what this place has become after I left! "
"Whoosh!"
A shadow arrow brushed past Batman's cheek and pierced into the chest of the hooligan who was struggling behind him. Oliver's cold voice sounded at the same time.
"Saber has his own troubles … So, the troubles of this city are yours … Oh right, there are many participants in this city. Batman, be careful of them. They won't be as merciful as I am."
After confirming that Oliver had disappeared, Bruce turned around and rubbed the head of the agitated older child. He stretched out his hand and shot a claw gun. Then, he disappeared into the darkness. He stood on top of a tall building and looked at the burning high-rise building. He let out a sigh of relief.
"Fufu … This is really a mess."
On the other side, in a mysterious corner of Gotham, in a cage, a strange sound rang out rhythmically.
"Thump, thump, thump."
It sounded like a stone knocking on the ground. If someone was here, they would definitely go and see what was going on. However, Bane had taken everyone away, leaving only the outermost guards and some black magic statues to guard the place. So, no matter how strange the sound was, no one would come and observe it.
The clown sat leisurely on the chair. The poker cards were still placed in front of him as if there was some great secret hidden within them. Meanwhile, on the chair in front of him, which was originally empty, was now occupied by a person... or more accurately, a soul.
It was very illusory, like a transparent body. Obviously, this soul had suffered some kind of torture and pain, and was now very weak.
"I say, are you going to keep silent like this?"
Joker knocked on the table with his finger. The soul opposite him still had a pair of empty eyes. Until Joker impatiently slapped him, the lost soul finally woke up.
"What, what happened to me?"
Gordon looked at his hands in disbelief. Obviously, he had also noticed the abnormality in his soul.
Joker, who was sitting opposite him, showed an evil smile.
"Hey, you're dead, idiot. Do you know how much effort it took me to drag you out of hell? These damn guys made a strong cage. If I hadn't left a backup plan, I'm afraid you would have dissipated into the world. "
"No, I mean … Why did you save me?"
Gordon put his hands on the table and felt the soul's movement. He looked at Joker and said in a low voice, "We're enemies!"
"I never said we were friends, buddy."
Joker's eyes flashed with an interested smile. He wiped his mouth.
"I just think that an interesting soul like you shouldn't dissipate like this. Speaking of which, when you decided to shoot Bane, did you really not regret it? You see, because of your betrayal at the last moment, Bain will definitely be furious. You've lost the chance to revive your wife, and even your children will be threatened. Tell me, is it really worth it for you to do all this for the sake of the illusory justice you're pursuing? "
"It's not a question of whether it's worth it or not."
Gordon originally hated Joker to the core, but after he died, he felt a little bored. He waved his hand and said in a low voice, "I just want to ask a question.
"I'm just trying to figure out a question. Even if I sacrifice Gotham, revive Barbara, and bring her to live in the darkness, is that really what she wants? Is that really a blessing for her? "
"No!"
Gordon lowered his head. "It's a torture for me and for her. Since that's the case, I've already done something wrong. I let in these villains and almost helped them destroy Gotham. I'm already a sinner. I can only wash away my sins with death, but I know that it can't be washed away."
"No, no, no!"
Joker stretched out his hands and waved them in front of Gordon's eyes. He said softly,
"Don't be like this, buddy. Listen to me. You can see that death is not the end. It's just the beginning of another journey. What I mean is, since a new life has begun, you have to find a way to survive. To survive, you have to work. So, are you willing to work for me?"
Joker looked at Gordon and stretched out his left hand. A woman's soul, which had shrunk ten times, was very familiar to Gordon. She was sleeping in Joker's palm.
Gordon stood up abruptly and looked at Joker in disbelief. The latter shrugged.
"Don't look at me like that, Gordon. Perhaps you've heard of the legend of the King of Hell in Gotham. I have to tell you that it's me. I control 70% of the undead in this city. Yes, you've been tricked by Bane. Poor Mr. Gordon, he's been trying to get something for nothing. Your wife's soul … has always been with me …"
"You see, I've given you a new choice, and I'm planning something very fun right now. Being locked up here is also one of the plans … A plan needs many contributors. So, are you willing to work for me?"
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