"So, love will disappear, right?"
Qie Tano looked at Irin.
Her face was full of smiles.
"Yes."
Yi Lin's eyes narrowed slightly as she replied without hesitation.
The next second.
The mosquito like notification of the acquisition of chaos points sounded. Irin finally stopped the dagger that was crazily stirring in "Batman's" mouth.
Under the mask, the mouth was already a mess of flesh and blood. Red and white things were spitting out of the mouth.
"I didn't expect this' Batsuit 'to be so hard? Is it a damage reduction attribute? "
Irin struggled to pull the "Batsuit" off "Batman's" body.
Behind the mask, a face that Irin was quite familiar with appeared.
"It really is you …"
Behind the mask, it was not Bruce Wayne at all.
Instead …
James Gordon Jr.
Therefore, killing the "fake Batman", other than a small reward of chaos points, there was no reward of points.
Because … James Gordon Jr did not belong to the "Old Legends" at all.
Irin had long recognized through that gaze that this person wearing the Batsuit was not Bruce Wayne's original body at all.
He had once drunk and chatted happily with Bruce Wayne.
Irin was sure that Bruce Wayne would never look at him with such hatred.
Even if Irin had committed a heinous crime in Gotham City.
What the old Bruce Wayne cared about was only the answer to that puzzle.
James Gordon Jr's expression before he died … It was hard to describe in a few words.
Irin took a look and felt … quite aggrieved.
Poor sheriff.
Irin thought for a moment. He did not know if it was because of the decreasing charm points, but he had become more and more proficient at farming hatred points.
Basically, if he did anything, he would be hated by the characters in the trial to the point that they would not rest 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 looting corpses without leaving a name.
He sat alone in the dark room, drinking red wine alone.
He couldn't remember what year the Lafite was … Anyway, it wasn't expensive.
Outside Wayne Building, it was already a scene of madness.
Looking down, one could see the occasional explosions and the flashes of gunfire in the night sky.
Bruce Wayne was completely silent.
He had a vague feeling that the Gotham City tonight was far more insane and disorderly than the Gotham City twenty years ago.
It was like a virgin who had been suppressed for twenty years and suddenly burst out in front of dozens of sexy girls.
Although this analogy was a little inappropriate.
However, the current Gotham City gave Bruce Wayne a sense of déjà vu.
"Old friend, the facts have proven that you were wrong."
Bruce Wayne sighed softly, raised the red wine glass in his hand, and saluted in the direction of the mayor's mansion.
Not long ago, he was already unable to reach James Gordon's phone.
That was Bruce Wayne's special communication tool.
It couldn't be blocked by ordinary means.
In other words … something happened to Gordon The Elder.
In this crazy Gotham night.
"Since you're here, why not have a drink?"
Bruce Wayne suddenly chuckled and turned around.
In the corner of the room, a funny Joker in a purple suit was standing there.
"Hehehe, good evening, my dear Bruce Wayne … retired Batman …"
Pa.
The red wine glass instantly fell on the expensive carpet.
The dark red wine instantly stained the carpet with a large stain.
No!
How could it be!
Bruce Wayne's fingers trembled slightly.
Impossible!
Last night, when he saw the "Joker" who "robbed" the GBC Broadcasting Company, he didn't 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, clothes, or tone, was very similar to the previous Joker.
But in fact, it was just very similar …
Bruce was most familiar with Joker. After comparing him with the lunatic in his memory, he was sure 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 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 clown in a purple suit in front of him raised his head and let out a strange chuckle, but Bruce's whole body trembled the moment he saw him.
Whether it was his rationality or every cell in his body that was involuntarily trembling, it seemed to be telling Bruce Sr.
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 this?"
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?"
"Heh heh heh, 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!!! Heh heh heh heh — Congratulations to my wise Mr. Bruce Wayne for solving the great Joker's puzzle. Next, heh heh heh, it's time to give my dear Bruce an 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 was injected into Bruce Wayne's body!
"You!"
Bruce Wayne suddenly squatted on the ground.
His whole body trembled violently.
His white hair became golden again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Under the effect of the medicine, his somewhat shriveled body once again became full within a few seconds. Under the loose bathrobe, streamlined muscles were revealed. His seemingly well-tempered body was filled with explosive strength.
Bruce Wayne seemed to feel that the power that he had lost for many years was flowing 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, the surroundings were filled 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 there was still a person standing in the room who could be said to be his lifelong enemy.
"Why?"
"Because … of love!"
Joker suddenly laughed maniacally. With a flip of his palm, 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 even stronger than the old Batman. His stamina was longer, and his strength … was 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 also could not figure it out. That night, he had killed Joker with his own hands. So who was this Joker in front of him?
What he couldn't figure out was what kind of drug Joker had injected into him. How could it restore his youth in his old age?
All of this … was a mystery that could not be solved in a short period of time.
Bruce Wayne did not have the time to think about it.
That was because the clown was already wrestling with him at this very moment.
The whole of Gotham City thought that Joker was able to become the King of Darkness because of his crazy willpower and treacherous criminal methods.
Boom!
Ah ah ah ah ah.
It was so coincidental … it really was just 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's and a kind doctor!
There was no flaw!
"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 was Joker, and I, heh heh, am also Joker … but it's the 'other' Joker —"
“！”
Whoosh —
"Cloud Piercing Arrow!"
Boom!
The long arrow exploded in the air. The bright light was like a firework, becoming the most beautiful color in this black and white world.
One Cloud Piercing Arrow, and thousands of troops came to meet you!
President, come quickly!
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