Once upon a time, a man in a long purple suit told a joke to a man who was dressed as a bat.
The joke went like this:
Once upon a time, there were two people in a mental hospital.
One night, they decided to escape from the mental hospital together.
They climbed up to the roof. The scenery of the city stretched out under the moonlight. The road before them led to the world of freedom.
However, in front of them, there was a narrow gap between the two buildings.
The first person easily jumped over the gap. However, his friend did not dare to jump because he was afraid that he would fall.
So, the first person came up with an idea. He said to his friend, "Hey! I have a flashlight. When I turn it on, I will shine it between the two buildings. Then, you can step on the light and come over. "
However, the second person shook his head and said, "What? Do you take me for a lunatic? "
"You will definitely turn off the flashlight when I am halfway through!"
…
Under the hazy moonlight, the Batmobile sped down the street.
Inside the Batmobile, Wayne … we still have to call him that for the time being … had a solemn expression on his face.
His destination was undoubtedly the carnival that had been abandoned for many years.
For someone with the same reasoning ability as the real Bruce Wayne … solving Feng Bujue's riddle was not too difficult.
The 'flashlight' that Brother Jue left him was like a key. As for the lock corresponding to this key … as early as this afternoon, Feng Bujue had left it in Arkham Asylum.
"Water … where there is water … huge wheels, wooden boards, weeds, and … pink elephants …"
This was what Feng Bujue said when he was talking to Doctor Quinn. Without a doubt … it had been recorded word for word by the recorder pen.
At first glance, it sounded like the ravings of a mental patient. However, Feng Bujue was using the fragments of information related to the visual image to point to a specific location. This location … or rather, 'this image', he had once seen it in a comic. That comic was one of the most famous and classic stories in the Batman series — Deadly Joke.
Quite a lot of the story, including its final climax, took place in the abandoned carnival.
Anyone who had a certain level of understanding of Batman comics would have an impression of that location. Needless to say, Wayne, who "had the ability to prevent many villains from becoming evil," would definitely know where the carnival was.
Of course, there were thousands of Batman stories. Such a seemingly random description was probably too vague. Therefore, Feng Bujue used another item related to Deadly Joke — the flashlight to show Wayne the way.
When they met for the second time on the top floor of the Twin building, Feng Bujue and Wayne obviously knew that each other was a traveler from another world..... from their conversation..... The difference was that Wayne had figured it out in the submarine, while Brother Jue had figured it out much earlier. Therefore, Feng Bujue had prepared the flashlight in advance and said, "I will wait for you 'there'" when he tossed it out.
At this point, Brother Jue's plan had been completed.
As for Wayne, after he returned to the Batcave, he immediately took the flashlight to the instrument for a comprehensive analysis. At the same time, he retrieved Arkham's video and audio recordings and quickly browsed through them.
About forty minutes later, he heard Brother Jue's words. Combining the clues from the flashlight, it didn't take him too long to figure out where "there" was.
…
Vroom!
On the suburban road, the sound of an engine tore through the night sky.
The Wayne in this universe was not driving the "real" armored Batmobile like the one in Nolan's movie. Instead, he was driving a "super" Batmobile like Tim Burton's. The streamlined body of the Batmobile had a dark, reflective outer shell and an exaggerated turbine intake. All of these were integrated into one under the uniform gothic design style. This was the appearance that a classic Batmobile should have.
Click! Vroom!
Just as the Batmobile was about to reach the entrance of the carnival, suddenly, the sound of large equipment being powered up rang out. Dozens of strong light beams lit up in the dark and focused on the center of the road.
At this moment, a man in a long purple suit was standing in the middle of the road.
Through the display in the car, Wayne could see the man's full appearance without being affected by the light. "Jack" looked no different from before. The only slight difference was that his hands were now wearing gloves.
Wayne didn't know what this meant, and he didn't care about such details.
Within two seconds, he made a decision. He stepped on the gas pedal to its limit and sped towards the other party.
"Ha …" Facing the Batmobile that was speeding toward him, a smile appeared on Feng Bujue's face. "Perfect timing …" He opened his arms and yelled, "Come on!"
The roar of the engine was approaching, and there was no sign of slowing down.
"Come on! Hit me! " Feng Bujue was still standing in the middle of the road, standing in the center of the lights, and he had no intention of retreating.
"Madman …" Seeing Brother Jue's action, Wayne, who was inside the car, could not help but give this comment to himself.
Bang!
Two seconds later, the collision happened.
Wayne did speculate that Feng Bujue had superpowers, but he didn't think that the man's ability was strong enough to withstand the impact.
A Batmobile that weighed more than two tons and was traveling at more than two hundred kilometers per hour would generate about 3.09 million joules of energy. For a human being like Feng Bujue, who weighed about fifty kilograms, this amount of energy was more than enough to vaporize him.
However, when the collision happened, the scene was …
The moment the front of the Batmobile was about to hit Brother Jue, he lifted his foot and "stopped" the entire car.
At that moment, with Brother Jue's feet as the center, the ground around him crumbled and formed a large crater. The Batmobile that was stopped started to change under the influence of inertia. The whole vehicle started to crumple like a can that was being squeezed.
However, the material of the Batmobile was amazing. Its hardness and toughness were far beyond the limits of human technology. Under such an impact, the body of the Batmobile still didn't completely fall apart. It was only "compressed" to a certain extent.
Clang!
Then, the removable hatch at the upper rear of the Batmobile (the 1989 version of the Batmobile used the hatch that was integrated with the windshield to enter and exit the vehicle) was sent flying. It wasn't sent flying by some kind of "ejector" but by a punch from the person in the car …
"Ho …" Feng Bujue looked at the man who slowly stood up from the almost flattened cabin. He was unharmed and said in a lazy tone, "So, he's not dead yet?"
"That …" Wayne stepped on the car as he walked out of the cabin. He lowered his head to look at Brother Jue in front of him and used his voice that sounded like someone with terminal throat cancer to say, "… I should be the one saying that."
Of course, Feng Bujue wouldn't die. He had made a deal with Doctor Manhattan. With the doctor's ability to control particles, decompose and reassemble, and ignore the law of causality, coupled with the [Kongtong Seal] and the energy stored in the [Heaven Spirits Earth Fiends Box], Brother Jue had recovered his lost equipment and skills. And … he had become stronger.
Wayne wouldn't die either. Even though he suffered a similar impact as Feng Bujue outside the car, he was well-prepared tonight. This level of injury was nothing.
"The armor you're wearing … looks like the Hellbat armor. It appeared in the New 52 era of DC. It was designed by Bruce Wayne and built by other members of the Justice League." Even though Wayne didn't answer Brother Jue's question, Brother Jue continued, "But you and I both know that … the Justice League of this universe doesn't have Superman or Green Lantern. In other words … the two most important parts of this armor — the outer shell and the cape (extremely strong and can change shape according to the user's will like Green Lantern's creation. It can even be separated from the body) … can't be completed." He paused. "Even if you can use a substitute to solve the material problem, it still can't explain how you survived the shocking 'car accident' just now."
"Hmph … so there are things you can't think of." Wayne snorted and swung his fist.
His punch was so powerful that when Feng Bujue caught it with one hand, the air around them exploded with a loud boom.
"Actually, I thought of it. I'm just complaining." Brother Jue looked at the confused Wayne with a smile and replied, "You've gotten your hands on the formula for Miraclo, a special kind of biochemical phosphor. It can give the user super strength, stamina, speed, resistance, night vision, and underwater survival abilities within an hour, right?"
"You …" Wayne turned his head and looked at his fist that was firmly held by the other party. He didn't know what to say.
Before Wayne came here, he had injected himself with Miraclo, and he was now wearing his own "modified" Hellbat armor … Logically speaking, his punch was likely to kill the other party.
However, Feng Bujue seemed to have caught the punch with ease.
"I guess your expression right now must be very interesting …" Feng Bujue said. He reached out his other hand with lightning speed, grabbed the other party's helmet, and tore off half of it with brute force. "… Why don't you share it with me?"
After part of the helmet was broken, the other half quickly fell off Wayne's face. Then, a shocked face mixed with anger appeared in front of Brother Jue.
"Even if you have the same IQ as Bruce Wayne, your 'wisdom' is still only average." Feng Bujue waved his hand to shake off the broken pieces of the helmet that were stuck between his fingers. "Like most 'time-travellers', even though you have gained great power, you still have not been able to jump out of the limitations of your own worldview and personality."
His tone gradually became indifferent. It was a kind of indifference similar to "disappointment". It was like a child who had lost interest in the toy in his hand … At this moment, it was chilling to hear.
"Why did you make the 'Hellbat armor'? Why can't you design it yourself from scratch? You have far more resources and information than the real Wayne, don't you think? " Feng Bujue asked. "If you use the technology of 'mass-producing Inatron alloy' on a weapon level, whether it's used as an armor coating or a separate armor with it as the core … it will be more useful than this castrated version of the Hellbat armor you're wearing now."
"Argh!" Wayne was completely enraged by Brother Jue's "preaching". He roared and activated the secret weapon in his right wrist armor.
In an instant, a silent impact burst out and shattered the armor of Wayne's entire right arm. In return, it also caused damage to Feng Bujue who was holding on to Wayne's right fist.
After the explosion, Brother Jue's left hand … The part in front of his elbow seemed to have evaporated. If he hadn't let go and retreated in time, the damage would have extended all the way to his shoulder.
"Hmm … Is this the part of your 'original' work?" As Feng Bujue spoke, he didn't even think about it. He took out the Forest of Flowers orb from his backpack and activated its ability to repair his broken arm. "This' Atomic Blast 'that damages the enemy a thousand but damages the user eight hundred is really not clever."
"What do you know?" Wayne shouted. "What right do you have to judge me?" As he roared, he walked down from the wrecked Batmobile. "What I did was the 'right thing'! The 'righteous thing'! Do you know how much effort and effort I put in to create and maintain today's situation? "
"I know." Feng Bujue said, "I've already asked Dr. Manhattan to convey your experience here to me telepathically." He paused for half a second and added, "And because I know, I despise you even more."
"What did you say?" Wayne's expression showed that he found it unbelievable.
"Your 'righteousness' is fake. It's a double standard." Feng Bujue continued, "The real Bruce Wayne will never walk the same path as you … even if he has the same information as you."
"Are you referring to his' don't kill 'principle?" Wayne said, "You and I both know how stupid that principle is!"
"Yes, it's stupid." Feng Bujue said, "But this' stupidity 'is exactly the dividing line in his heart … It is this line that separates the righteousness he carries out from your' lowly, '' selfish, 'and' hypocritical 'righteousness …"
"Nonsense!" Wayne shouted angrily again. In a flash, he came to Brother Jue's side and punched again.
Feng Bujue didn't even look at his opponent. He stepped back and somersaulted, easily dodging the attack. Before he stood still, he continued, "In order to strangle the villains who might become a 'threat' in the future in the cradle, long before you became 'Batman,' you began to act … And the first thing you did was to kill those who bullied the scarecrow back then."
"Those guys were a bunch of bastards!" Wayne retorted, but his attacks didn't stop.
"Heh … It sounds like you empathize with them. I can imagine … before you transmigrated, your life wasn't easy either." Feng Bujue's ability to see through people's minds was indeed amazing. His words undoubtedly poked at the fake Wayne's sore spot.
"You killed and injured so many innocent police officers. What right do you have to criticize me?" Wayne retorted, launching another round of attacks.
"You saved Mr. Freeze's wife because you sympathized with him. You stopped Two-Face from being disfigured because you admired him. You even led Penguin to the righteous path because you believed in him. You believed in him because you believed in him. You even led Penguin to the righteous path because you believed in his value as a good person.
"But for Killer Croc, who was just as tragic, you did something different …
"You found Killer Croc when he was a teenager and claimed that you would protect him. You also arranged a suitable hiding place for him.
"At first, he was very 'obedient' because Killer Croc was very afraid of the changes in his body. But as time passed, he gradually couldn't stand that kind of life anymore.
"At that time, you wanted to kill him … Because you knew that after he returned to society, even if you could temporarily make him become a good person, this malicious world would one day force out his beast nature.
"So … one day, you sent him a 'specially made bed.' After he laid down on it, you shackled him. Then, you sealed the entrance to his place and left him to fend for himself … As if that way, you didn't have to be responsible for his death."
"What do you know? Do you know how painful it was for me? " Wayne roared. "I really did treat Wayne (Killer Croc's real name was Wayne Jones) as a friend! Do you think it was easy for me to lock him up there?! "
"Yes, you were upset for a while, and then you continued to live your good life." Hearing Wayne's agitated tone, the disdain in Brother Jue's words became even more obvious. "After you dealt with Killer Croc, you calculated that your days were almost up, so you went to kill the botanist, Jason Wood, and prevented the birth of Poison Ivy … Of course, according to your standards, even school bullies deserved to die, not to mention people like Wood.
"Then, you made the Riddler into a retard because there was no reason for him to become evil, and it was very difficult to stop him. His intelligence was a huge threat to you …
"As for people like Zas, you could just throw him into a high-security prison. Maybe time would make him turn over a new leaf, right? Heh … Even if he really didn't change and insisted on doing evil after he was released, he wasn't a difficult person to deal with. You just had to catch him one more time … and lock him up for more than ten years, then it would be over. "
When Wayne heard this, he didn't argue anymore. Instead, he asked, "So what? I have eliminated the hidden dangers that would have brought countless deaths and disasters. Also, I have reduced the sacrifice to the minimum. Compared to the so-called hero who indulges the villains to do evil and never kills anyone, I have saved more people! "
"This is where your problem lies …" Feng Bujue continued. "No matter how high-sounding you make it sound, in the end, the one who really made the 'sacrifice' … is someone else."
These words caused Wayne's heart to tremble, and his expression changed subtly.
"Look, if I didn't remind you, you wouldn't have realized this, right? This is a typical 'transmigrator's thinking.' " Feng Bujue said. "A person who upholds extreme egoism under double standards sees everything he does … as righteous.
"Your own pain … for example, losing a so-called 'friend' … is infinitely magnified by you, as if it was so great that it moved you to tears. But other people's pain … for example, becoming brain-damaged or dying … is' reasonable 'in your eyes.
"Your so-called 'justice' is just acting on the premise that you think it's' convenient. 'If it's easy to deal with, you'll deal with it in an orderly way. If it's difficult to deal with someone or something that you think is' troublesome, 'you'll deal with it once and for all by' crossing the line. 'After that, you'll attribute it to' reasonable sacrifices that bring more benefits than harm. '
"At the end of the day, your personal gains and losses are greater than justice itself. Your personal will is greater than all other systems.
"No matter how many reasons you find to persuade me, no matter how many things you think are right, compared to the real Bruce Wayne … you are worthless.
"Because he is a person who is more ruthless to himself than to others. He is a lunatic, an incurable fool!
"He is … f * cking … Batman!"
As he spoke, Feng Bujue's tone gradually became louder.
At the same time, fake Wayne stopped attacking and realized something belatedly — at this moment, his abilities were being 'extracted' by some strange force bit by bit.
He … was gradually becoming a mortal.
"Leaving aside your identity as Batman, what about your private life as' Bruce Wayne '?" And Feng Bujue was far from done. "Why did you marry Harleen Quizel and let her use the name Harleen Quinn after marriage? In the end … it's nothing more than your personal preference. Compared to Catwoman, who is a 'bitch from the East Side' (in the setting of Batman: The First Year, Catwoman is a prostitute at the bottom of Gotham), Quizel, a psychology professor with a clean background and a high education, is naturally more suitable as a wife … Of course, that's if she doesn't become a brain-damaged fan of some lunatic. "
Brother Jue spread his hands and said with a smile, "Speaking of which … with your help, that lunatic has now become a middle-class comedian who's living a decent life, right? His child seems to be in high school soon?" Brother Jue had already learned this information from Dr. Manhattan. "And Mud Man is still working as a B-movie star. Ventriloquist is living a comfortable retirement … As for those Robins, Batwoman, and Alfred … they've all stayed away from Bruce Wayne and Batman under your arrangements. They're all living ordinary lives."
Feng Bujue pursed his lips and sighed. "Sigh … You've basically achieved the few basic pursuits of transmigrators — absolute safety, a high degree of privacy and freedom, abundant material enjoyment, a woman they like … and a few weak or mentally retarded opponents to satisfy their sense of accomplishment as a 'hero.' It's a pretty good life, isn't it?"
At this point, he changed the topic. "Then here's the question … What the f * ck does this have to do with 'justice?'
"Do you think you're more correct than that so-called hero who indulges the villains to do evil everywhere and never kills anyone?
"Then you're wrong …
"You and him; the fake Wayne and the real Batman … There's a fundamental difference between your justice.
"This difference has nothing to do with 'results.' No matter how many people you 'save,' it doesn't change or explain anything.
"This difference is related to the most basic starting point for your actions. It's related to the true meaning and spirit of the word 'hero.'
"This difference is … The actions you take in the name of justice are ultimately for yourself. As for Bruce Wayne … the real Batman. Although his justice isn't completely … at least most of it is for others."
When Brother Jue finished speaking, the power in the fake Wayne had mostly dissipated.
"What … do you want?" At this moment, the fake Wayne's tone changed. There was fear in his eyes because he could vaguely sense Brother Jue's intention.
"Hmph … Hahaha …" Hearing this, Brother Jue smiled evilly. He didn't answer the question. Instead, he tilted his head and spread his arms. "My appearance reminds you of someone … doesn't it?"
"No … No!" In his panic, the fake Wayne finally revealed his true nature. He actually turned around … and tried to escape.
At this moment, he was no longer the Dark Knight of Gotham, but a normal transmigrator. Even if he had a strong physique and extremely high intelligence, even if he had a full set of Batsuit equipment and many advanced technologies from the DC universe … he couldn't bear the title of 'Batman.'
Thud!
After running a few steps, the fake Wayne fell to the ground. The reason was simple … With his' power 'taken away, he didn't even have the ability to move normally in the' Fake Hellbat Armor. '
"Don't worry, taking back your power … is just the beginning …" Feng Bujue looked at the fake Wayne who was on the verge of breaking down on the ground. He approached him step by step, and with a crazed expression, he continued with a sinister smile, "In the next few years, Jon (Dr. Manhattan's real name) will slowly correct your influence on this world … Your wife, 'Harley Quinn,' will go crazy because of your 'disappearance.' The Scarecrow's repressed dark side will finally awaken. Two-Faced Man will be disfigured in another violent incident. Mr. Freeze's wife will fall ill again, and this time, there will be no cure. On the other hand, the Riddler's illness will heal itself without any medicine …"
"No … No … No!" The fake Wayne's pupils contracted, and his face turned pale. He fell to the ground and couldn't even move. He could only let out a desperate cry.
However, Brother Jue wouldn't stop there. "Somewhere in this world, there will be another unfortunate person who will contract an atavistic disease similar to Killer Crocodile. There will also be another unscrupulous botanist who will develop a poison that mutates Poison Ivy. Some Kryptonian, Green Lantern Corps, and other alien forces will come to Earth one after another in some form. These are all just a matter of time … There's nothing that can't be fixed and reshaped.
"Of course, a new 'Batman' is bound to descend here as well. He may come from the future or the past. He may also be a person who died in some incident and came back to life … What's important is that he will be the real 'Bruce Wayne.' "
Feng Bujue paused for a moment before saying, "In short, there's no need for a 'fake Wayne' here … Everything you've done is meaningless …"
Just as Brother Jue finished speaking, a new change happened to the fake Wayne on the ground.
"Ugh … Ughhh —" In the midst of his wailing, his deathly pale face became truly "white" … as white as bleach, and his sturdy and well-built body also rapidly thinned.
Feng Bujue knew that these changes … were caused by the effects of Miraclo and the Hellbat Armor.
The variant of Miraclo, the Miraculu Serum (the serum used by villains such as Death Knell and Red Arrow), had the side effect of making people irritable and irritable, and even having a distorted personality. As for the Hellbat Armor … Its power source was the user's life. Those who wore it for a long time would have their bodies corroded.
Now that Dr. Manhattan had taken back his power, the double side effect caused the fake Wayne's body and spirit to suddenly become weak. It was difficult for him to bear the burden.
Ka! Ka!
Brother Jue did not just stand by and watch. He strode to the fake Wayne and tore off a few pieces of the armor with his bare hands. Then he pulled the fake Wayne out of the armor and threw him to the ground.
"Don't be afraid … I won't kill you." Then, Feng Bujue rode on the fake Wayne. Now he only needed to use his weight to suppress the fake Wayne. "I only have … a simple, small request." He took out a small knife from his pocket and waved it in front of the fake Wayne's terrified face. He said in a deranged tone, "Previously … Heh … You asked for my name, but I didn't answer you because I thought … You actually know the answer …"
At that moment, the fake Wayne's mind and body were on the verge of collapse. The last straw that supported his rationality was his instinctive will to live.
"Come on … Say my name." Feng Bujue's knife was already on the fake Wayne's face.
"J … Joker …" The fake Wayne squeezed out the word with shaking hands.
"Haha … Hahaha … Hahaha …" When the word was uttered, Feng Bujue raised his head to the sky and started to laugh maniacally.
"Current quest completed. All main quests have been completed.
You have completed the scenario. Automatic teleportation in 180 seconds. "
The expected system announcement came, but Brother Jue was not done yet. He still had one last step to complete his hidden quest.
After laughing for a full minute, Brother Jue lowered his head to look at the fake Wayne. "Don't look so sad. Come … Smile as well."
Then, the knife in his hand reached into the fake Wayne's mouth.
He slowly left two cuts on the fake Wayne's lips, or rather … he left a permanent 'smiley face' on the fake Wayne's face.
In the first few seconds of this process, fake Wayne was still crying out in pain, but his cries didn't last long … because in that instant, his spirit and mind … had finally and completely collapsed.
When the knife left the fake Wayne's pale face, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.
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