In one second, Irin came up with three possible solutions.
Plan A: Hide.
Plan B: Chant a spell.
Plan C: Show off a trump card.
Among them, Plan C could be further divided into C1-C4.
At least.
In the blink of an eye, there was too little time. Irin did not have time to come up with more plans.
If it was the real Bruce Wayne, Irin might not have had enough time to think about how to deal with the situation in front of him.
The premise was that …
Was this the real Bruce Wayne?
In the blink of an eye, the pitch-black bat motorcycle had already swept over with a terrifying sound wave!
Irin did not hesitate and decisively activated "Run Fast" and "Shadow Following."
In the eyes of "Batman," the hateful "Riddler Gentleman" actually disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The derivative use of "Shadow Following" —
Shadow Leaving Traces!
Now, "Shadow Following" had been upgraded to the max by Irin.
This was no longer the same as when he first developed the derivative use.
In a situation where Yi Lin's sense of existence was reduced by 100%, even if he used a skill face-to-face, even if Yi Lin could not "unscientifically" disappear from the other party's eyes, he could still make his sense of existence blur in the other party's "perception" for a moment.
Not to mention in this kind of high-speed relative movement.
"Batman" and "Riddler Gentleman" passed by each other. In his retina, there was a moment where he could not capture the figure of "Riddler Gentleman" for less than a second.
The night in Gotham was too dark.
The clothes of "Riddler Gentleman" were too dark.
Moreover, "Batman" was not used to the narrow vision of wearing a mask.
Due to all these conditions, the "Batman" actually tilted the front of the car slightly and flew right past Yi Lin!
Buzz —
But after passing by, Batman also used the shortest time to come back to his senses.
He gritted his teeth, and an uncontrollable madness appeared in his eyes.
"Die, die, die, die —"
Batman suddenly took out a strange-shaped pistol from his waist.
It was filled with … special armor-piercing bullets!
Even if he couldn't penetrate the armor of a tank with one shot, he could still make a hole in it!
No matter how amazing the Riddling Gentleman's riddles were, no matter how amazing the Riddling Gentleman's methods were, "Batman" believed that no one could block an armor-piercing bullet with their body.
The Riddle Gentleman must die!
Otherwise, he would be letting down the citizens of Gotham!
"From now on, let the world feel pain!"
“？？？”
Duang！
He … suddenly couldn't see!
Everything before him was pitch black!
"Tsk, it's actually just blinding."
A dissatisfied voice suddenly rang in Batman's ears.
Suddenly, he felt something tickle his neck.
No, that's a saber!
"From now on, let the world feel pain!"
Batman didn't have time to recover his vision.
The Riddler Gentleman's inexplicable words rang in her ears again.
Again, again, again!
The next second, there was a loud bang in "Batman's" head, and he could no longer open his eyes.
From now on.
…
[Chaos points + 20 obtained!]
The mosquito like notification of the acquisition of chaos points sounded, and Irin finally stopped the dagger that was madly stirring in "Batman's" mouth.
Under the mask, the mouth was already a mess of flesh and blood, and red and white things were spitting out from the mouth.
"I didn't expect this" Batsuit "to be so hard? Is it a damage reduction attribute? "
If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to use "killing skills" to destroy this equipment, perhaps he wouldn't have spent so much effort.
Irin struggled to pull the "Batsuit" off "Batman's" body.
Behind the mask, there was a face that Irin was quite familiar with.
"It's really you …"
Behind the mask, it wasn't Bruce Wayne at all.
Instead …
James Gordon Jr.
Therefore, killing the "fake Batman", other than a few chaos points reward, there was no point reward.
Because … James Gordon Jr didn't belong to the "Old Legends" at all.
Irin had long recognized that this person wearing the Batsuit wasn't Bruce Wayne at all through that gaze.
He had once drank and chatted happily with Bruce Wayne.
Irin was sure that Bruce Wayne would never look at him with such a hateful gaze.
Even if Irin had committed a heinous crime in Gotham City.
The only thing the old Bruce Wayne cared about was the answer to that riddle.
James Gordon Jr's expression before he died … It was hard to describe in a few words.
Irin glanced at it and felt … quite aggrieved.
Poor sheriff.
Irin thought about it. He didn't know if it was because of the decreasing charm points, but he had become more and more proficient at gaining hatred.
Basically, if he did something, he would be hated by the people in the trial to the point that they wouldn't stop until he was dead.
Just like Nie Hongxiu in Haunted-mist Mountain …
And James Gordon Jr in Gotham City …
Irin was actually very helpless.
The Horseman of the Apocalypse template seemed to be such a ghastly setting.
Irin silently touched James Gordon Jr's body.
Killing people and touching corpses without leaving a name.
— Good habit.
…
[Batsuit (Modified)]
[Grade] Epic
[Restrictions] Male, suitable body, charm points greater than 5.0.
[Durability] 27643000
[Effect] Strength + 30%, Agility + 30%. "Night Walking", "Slow Descent", "Blunt Damage Absorption", "Sharp Damage Reduction".
[Description] Can't you cosplay as Batman? Don't you know in your heart? Wear it, and you'll be the most mysterious guy in the night.
…
“？”
After reading the "Batsuit (Modified)" in his hand, Irin instantly had the illusion that he was offended by some kind of malicious intent in this world.
He slowly typed a question mark.
Must have a charm point greater than 5.0 to equip it?
Who are you looking down on?
Epic level. The reason why it was Epic was because the existence of this equipment represented a period of "history".
Naturally, it would have a unique "personal color".
Just like the "Scepter of Question Mark" in Irin's hand, or the "Batsuit (Modified)" in front of him.
Or it would have a strict equipment restriction.
Or it would have a complicated way of using it.
Of course, there were also relaxed, brainless, and simple types.
Nothing was absolute in this world.
In the past, Irin had heard of an even more ridiculous equipment restriction in the circle.
Someone had once obtained a "curse-type" equipment that could curse anyone with the name "Zhangsan" to death.
However, when the attributes of this equipment were leaked, from then on, no apostle with the name "Zhangsan" was known.
"Huh?"
Wait.
Irin suddenly took out another Epic equipment.
He carefully compared it three times.
"Could it be —"
Irin's pupils contracted slightly. With a "pop", the "Batsuit (Modified)" turned into a gray card. On the card was a set of black and mysterious bat armor, vivid and lifelike.
He quickly walked to the front of the Batbike and took it out without hesitation.
…
[Congratulations on obtaining the "Mount Card" … "Batbike"!]
“！”
…
…
At the same time.
Wayne Building.
Tonight.
On Bruce Wayne's bed, there was no girl lying on it, which was rare.
He sat alone in the dark room, drinking red wine alone.
He did not remember what year the Lafite was … Anyway, it was not expensive.
Outside Wayne Building, it was already crazy.
Looking down, there were explosions everywhere from time to time, as well as the flashes of firearms in the night sky.
Bruce Wayne was completely silent.
He had a vague feeling that tonight's Gotham City was far more crazy and disorderly than 20 years ago's Gotham City.
It was like a virgin who had been suppressed for 20 years and suddenly burst out in madness when faced with dozens of sexy girls.
Although this comparison was a little inappropriate.
However, the current Gotham City did give Bruce Wayne a sense of déjà vu.
"Old friend, the facts have proven that you are wrong."
Bruce Wayne sighed softly. He raised the red wine glass in his hand and saluted in the direction of the mayor's mansion.
Not long ago, he was unable to reach James Gordon's phone.
That was Bruce Wayne's special communication tool.
It could not be blocked using ordinary means.
In other words … something had happened to Gordon The Elder.
In this crazy Gotham night.
"Since you are here, why not have a drink?"
Bruce Wayne suddenly chuckled and turned around.
At the corner of the room, a funny looking Joker in a purple suit had unknowingly appeared.
"Hee hee hee, good evening, my dear Bruce Wayne … retired Batman …"
Pa.
The red wine glass instantly fell onto the expensive carpet.
The dark red wine instantly stained the carpet with a large stain.
No!
How could this be?
Bruce Wayne's fingers trembled slightly.
Impossible!
Last night, when he saw the "Joker" who "robbed" the GBC Broadcasting Company, he did not show such a shocked expression.
In fact, in this world, there were very few things that could make Bruce Wayne's emotions fluctuate so violently.
The criminal who played the role of Joker, whether it was his demeanor, clothing, or tone, was very similar to the previous Joker.
But in fact, they were just very similar …
Bruce was most familiar with Joker. After comparing him with the lunatic in his memory, he was certain that the Joker from last night was not the real lunatic.
Moreover, Bruce Wayne was very sure.
Twenty years ago, he personally pierced Joker's chest.
He killed Joker with his own hands.
At the same time, he also violated the justice that he had always been upholding.
When Batman's hands were stained with blood, he was no longer Batman.
He was no longer worthy of upholding justice in the dark.
Because the moment he killed Joker with his own hands, he was no different from the criminals he punished.
Therefore, twenty years ago, there was a rumor that Batman and Joker died together.
Because this was the official information that he had asked Gordon The Elder to release.
After that night, Batman locked up all the criminals in Arkham Asylum and completely disappeared from Gotham.
He never appeared again.
In short, Joker was dead.
He was sure.
But …
The Joker in front of him, who was wearing a purple suit, raised his head and laughed strangely. Bruce's body trembled.
Whether it was his rationality or every cell in his body that was involuntarily trembling, it seemed to be telling Bruce Sr. that …
He was Joker!
The real Joker!
"Impossible! Who are you? Joker is dead! I'm sure of it! "
"Heh, heh, heh, my dear Bruce … What is it?"
The clown chuckled as he walked out from the darkness. There was a strange and sickly smile on his face, but there were all kinds of complicated emotions in his eyes.
There were three parts surprise, three parts joy, three parts regret, and one part uncontrollable madness.
All kinds of complicated emotions appeared on a distorted face covered with paint.
Even the former Batman, Bruce Wayne, could not see through Joker's inner world through those eyes.
Bruce Wayne took a deep breath.
Soon, he calmed himself down.
He had seen superheroes active in other cities before.
For example, those who ran very fast.
Or those who ran out of the Amazon jungle.
Some even floated up from the bottom of the sea.
This world was not normal.
After a short period of shock, Bruce Wayne's face suddenly sank.
"As far as I know, Joker died on that day twenty years ago. I personally … burned his body. Who … are you?"
"Hehehe, why don't you guess? Bruce, we are old friends! "
Suddenly.
Joker put on a kind smile and a calm tone. He smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Bruce, who … am I?"
This kind smile, coupled with the funny and strange Joker paint on his face, was incomparably strange.
"Jack Cretz!"
Bruce Wayne's pupils suddenly shrank. "Cretz … Jack Crazy? Joker Crazy (Crazy Clown)? "
"Bingo — You got it!!! Hehehehe — Congratulations to my wise Mr. Bruce Wayne for solving the puzzle of the great Joker. Next, hehehe, it's time to give my dear Bruce the award! "
Joker's figure moved. His movements were extremely fast. When Bruce Wayne reacted, Joker had a syringe in his hand and stabbed it hard into Bruce Wayne's neck.
In the blink of an eye, the dark green liquid in the syringe gurgled into Bruce Wayne's body!
"You!"
Bruce Wayne suddenly squatted on the ground.
His whole body trembled violently.
His white hair, at a speed visible to the naked eye, became golden again.
That slightly shriveled body, under the influence of the drug, became full again in a few seconds. Under the loose bathrobe, streamlined muscles were revealed. That seemingly tempered body was full of explosive power.
Bruce Wayne seemed to feel that the power that he had lost for many years was pouring out of his body endlessly. It was as if that power had no end.
Peak?
No!
This power was far more terrifying than his peak state.
Clap clap clap clap.
Bruce Wayne slowly stood up. His back was straight. The moment he looked up at Joker, his sharp eyes were like two rays of light unsheathed from their scabbards, suddenly filling the room with an austere atmosphere.
Crack crack crack.
Bruce Wayne clenched his fists tightly.
He shook his legs again.
This feeling was incomparably wonderful.
This was the body of youth.
Five!
No, I want to fight ten!
No, no … twenty!
Bruce Wayne was so excited that he almost roared out loud.
But after all, he was Bruce Wayne, the one who once made all the forces in Gotham tremble in fear.
His fighting skills, firearms, willpower, and endurance were all said to be the pinnacle of human existence.
He used the shortest amount of time to suppress the ecstasy in his heart. He did not forget that in the room, there was still a person who could be said to be his lifelong enemy.
"Why?"
"Because … of love!"
Joker suddenly laughed maniacally. With a flip of his hand, a sharp dagger slid out from the sleeve of his suit. Like a ghost, he rushed in front of Bruce Wayne in an instant.
But Bruce Wayne's current state was no longer the same as a few minutes ago.
It was not an exaggeration to say that he felt stronger than the old Batman. His stamina was longer, and his strength … was also stronger.
This feeling was as if he had been reborn!
However, he couldn't figure out why Joker would do such a thing to him.
He could not figure it out either. That night, he had killed Joker with his own hands. So, who was this Joker in front of him?
He also could not figure out what kind of drug Joker had injected into him. How could it allow him to regain his youth in his old age?
All of this … was a mystery that could not be solved in a short time.
Bruce Wayne did not have time to think too much about it.
This was because at this moment, Joker was already wrestling with him.
The whole of Gotham City thought that Joker was able to become the King of Darkness because of his crazy will and his treacherous criminal methods.
But Bruce Wayne was very clear.
The real Joker was also a Master of Martial Arts!
A monster that was comparable to him in terms of wisdom and strength!
And … a monster that was crazy and unscrupulous.
But gradually, Bruce Wayne gained the upper hand. Joker's speed became slower and slower. Bruce Wayne's heavy punches landed on Joker's body.
Kacha.
Suddenly.
Bruce Wayne felt that something was wrong.
His punch not long ago had broken Joker's ribs.
But Joker only laughed maniacally and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, he stood up energetically, as if he was not affected at all.
“？”
Joker suddenly laughed and pointed at Bruce Wayne's arm.
Bruce Wayne looked down.
There was a wound there.
It was a wound that Joker's dagger had made.
"This wound …"
He was about to say that this wound was not painful at all.
But in the next moment, his pupils shrank and he opened his mouth wide in shock.
Wound, wound, the wound was healing quickly!
“Surprise~~~”
Joker suddenly laughed maniacally. While Bruce Wayne was still in shock, he took advantage of the moment when this man with iron will let down his guard to appear in front of Bruce Wayne and open his arms.
He was close at hand!
Bruce Wayne could even clearly see the wrinkles on Joker's face caused by poor quality makeup.
"I have been in 'this' Gotham … for a long time … hehehe …"
"Your father, Thomas Wayne."
"Your mother, Martha Wayne. Heh, forgive me for being blunt, but she is really beautiful …"
"Your wife, Selina Kyle … heh, she is really hot!"
"Your old butler, I think … his name is Alfreid?"
"Actually … their deaths … were all planned by me! Heh heh heh heh — "
Joker chuckled.
The dagger in his hand took the initiative to cut his own chest.
Following the texture of the skin, it cut open bit by bit.
After the texture, it was the pale ribs.
Joker suddenly exerted force.
He threw the dagger aside.
Following the two rows of ribs, he forcefully opened his chest.
There —
There was a bright red heart.
Thump, thump, thump!
Joker raised his head, his smile still the same.
"Look, Bruce. Heh, I did all this because of love!"
Boom!
In an instant, it was as if a bolt from the blue flashed through Bruce Wayne's mind!
He had long felt that the deaths of the people around him were unusual.
It was as if there was a mastermind behind the scenes manipulating everything.
However, even Bruce Wayne could not find out the real reason for all this.
It was so coincidental … it was just like a coincidence.
He suddenly realized that Jack Cretz had been by Bruce Wayne's side for many years as an "old friend of his father" and a kind doctor!
There were no flaws!
"Heh heh heh —" Joker suddenly laughed coldly and lowered his voice.
"My dear Bruce, heh heh … let me tell you a little secret. The person you killed is Joker, and I, heh heh, am also Joker … but it is the 'other' Joker —"
“！”
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