The trajectory of the world king in the United States

"puff"

The clown who experienced a reverse rollover while sitting in a truck felt dizzy. After the truck rolled over, all the glass products shattered at this moment, scratching his face and causing blood to flow everywhere, but he Fortunately, the guy next to him was stabbed in the heart by a large piece of glass and died long ago. .

He climbed out of the broken window with difficulty, holding an automatic rifle in his hand. He fell to the ground first, breathing heavily for a few seconds, and then struggled to get up from the ground with the gun leaning on his body.

He staggered as he walked, like a drunken man. He fell down twice at the beginning. It seemed that the shock just now affected his sense of balance, but his expression was very happy. He grabbed the rifle with both hands. He saw Batman riding a motorcycle rushing toward him from the deserted street ahead.

The clown's entire face was filled with a weird smile. He grabbed the rifle and fired wildly forward. At this distance, the bullets had no power at all, but Seb knew what he wanted to do.

Just like a matador wearing a red cape, he was trying to provoke Batman. He threw away the rifle in his hand. He stood there and watched the Batmobile with huge wheels rushing towards him.

He didn't even think about avoiding it.

Under the dim street lights of Gotham, at the intersection of darkness and halo, he stood there, the smile on his face covered in paint and blood getting wider and wider, as if this deserted, dead place was his stage. , he is waiting for another dance partner to appear.

"Come on, come on."

He murmured to himself, his eyes widened and staring at Batman who was getting closer and closer to him. If he looked carefully, his body was shaking a little. Seb was watching all this in the shadows on the side, and he turned all his eyes All put in the clown's body, this person is very special. This is the most unique villain among all the villains he has seen before and now.

He is crazy, but he has careful thinking that is not bound by clear rules and moral values.

He is stubborn and stubborn in pursuing what he has always wanted to do, even if it is just an idea that bursts into his mind.

He is changeable, like a typical manic psychopath, but when he is quiet, he has an attractive quality.

It's like a mixture of contradictions. His existence itself is the best embodiment of the chaos of human nature. He is already abnormal. He always looks at all the problems he encounters from a higher level, and then there are weird things. But there are useful ways to solve it.

Seb didn't even look at Bruce. In this case, he already knew what choice Bruce would make, and he naturally understood what the Joker wanted to do.

In fact, his pursuit has never changed. He wants Bruce to take off his mask. To be more precise, he wants Bruce to break the principles he set with his own hands, because he doesn't believe in them at all.

The purpose of everything he has done, terror, murder, and crime, is to prove that Batman is just a hypocrite. He wants to prove that on some levels, Batman is no different from him, and for this, he will even pay His own life is the price of the game.

The engine noise of the Bat-Motorcycle became louder and louder. Bruce leaned on the motorcycle, and the light in his eyes became colder and colder. When Seb was about to kill the Joker, he stopped him, but the price he paid was an innocent person's. Die one after another.

There is no correct answer to this kind of human choice, but everything the Joker has done has really transferred that pressure to his shoulders. Every day he sees innocent people die because of him, and Bruce feels guilty in his heart. will be stronger.

He looked at the clown standing in the light of the street lamp with his hands spread out. He could even see the mocking, expectant smile mixed with excitement on the face covered in oil paint. A dangerous thought was beating in Bruce's heart.

"Bump past!"

A voice echoed in his mind, "Just hit it! Just hit it and it will be over!"

Bruce's bottom line is faintly shaking, and the principle he shot for himself has been shaken. He will not kill anyone, but if this lunatic is allowed to continue, more innocent people will be threatened, and their lives and peace of life will be threatened. Completely shattered, and his life.

The life that has been planned will be completely destroyed.

"Kill him. Killing him will end this completely!"

Bruce gritted his teeth, and the speed of the Bat-Motorcycle became faster and faster. At the moment when he heard the roar of the deepening shadow, the smile on the clown's face became wider and wider. As a person who is very experienced in manipulating people's hearts, he knew, He could feel that Batman's stupid principles were breaking through.

In the dim light, in the black oil paint, the light in his eyes became more and more intense, like a ignited flame, burning stronger and stronger, which meant that what he was pursuing was within his reach.

"Come on, bump me! Bang me! Break it, you don't need it!"

The clown's muttering continued, and he spread his arms as if to embrace the impact. With the speed of the Batmobile and the accumulated kinetic energy, if it really hit him this time, the clown would have ten lives. died in time.

But life...what's the point of this thing if it's not used to pursue what you want?

Do we really want to live a mediocre life like an ordinary person?

Life, this is the bet of the game, it is a consumable, whether it is his or other people's, it is the same.

That's true fairness, isn't it?

"what!!"

Bruce, who was swinging between dangerous thoughts, roared, as if to motivate himself to break through the shackles he had shot down. The distance between the two was less than 50 meters, almost a blink of an eye, and the clown's voice also started at this moment. Roar,

"Hit me! Come on! Break it!"

"I can not!"

"boom"

At the last moment, he finally jumped in the direction. At the top speed, he almost passed the clown. Turning sharply at this speed was like suicide. Even a high-performance motorcycle like the Batmobile was affected. Without this rapid deflection, the engine stalled, and he and the car were thrown away from the clown, causing two vibrations on the ground.

The Batmobile smashes into the wreckage of the truck, and Bruce is ejected. He falls to the ground, seemingly unconscious.

"Tch, is that so?"

The clown got his life back, but he was not happy at all. He grabbed his hair in frustration, like a bad child losing his temper.

"Ahhhh!"

He turned around and looked at Batman who was blocking the ground. He tilted his head and seemed to be interested again. He stood there and thought for a while, then whistled happily, put his hand into his pocket and took out the A black switchblade was humming a strange song, waving his hands and walking towards Batman with a cheerful pace.

"You never learn, ha! You think you can't be destroyed, ha!"

He licked his bright red lips. He looked at the black bat that had lost its resistance. His eyes narrowed. A villain from the Joker Gang climbed out of the truck and stretched out his hand to take off Batman's visor. But when his fingers touched the connection between the visor and the armor, a flash of blue electric sparks sent his whole body flying out.

The clown screamed wildly, rushed over and kicked the guy down. He put a knife on the guy's neck and said very seriously,

"he's mine!"

Looking at those eyes filled with some kind of excitement, the guy from the clown gang trembled and replied crazily,

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The Joker patted his face with satisfaction, imitating the way he was electrocuted, and made an unsightly grimace. Then he half-knelt beside the unconscious Batman, and scratched his neck with a knife. There was a kind of surprise mixed with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It was like the conflicting feeling of receiving a courier, only to find that the merchant sent the wrong thing. He seemed to be hesitating whether to take off the visor, because once it was taken off, it meant the game was over.

But he hasn't had enough fun yet...

This hesitation did not last long.

"click"

Two guns were pointed at his head from two directions. The clown turned his head. Behind him were two heavily armed policemen with hoods and helmets.

They took off their masks, revealing the hidden faces of the guys who should have been dead and missing.

Jim Gordon and John Blake, one on the left and one on the right, pointed their guns at the clown's head, forcing him to stand up from the ground. The clown obeyed with a trace of anger, a trace of displeasure, and a trace of relaxation. Throw it away and stand up. When Robin put the handcuffs on his arms, he kept complaining,

"Damn it... why do you always show up like this when I'm having the most fun!"

When being taken to the prison car, the clown was sitting there. Before the car door closed, he "sincerely" said to Gordon who was looking at him,

"You also learned the rules of the game, right?"

"My dear Gordon, I couldn't be happier... to welcome you back into the game."

Gordon ignored him, closed the car door with his hand, turned around, and looked at Chief Smith. The two young men hugged each other and patted each other on the back.

"That's great, Gordon...that's great that you're not dead."

"Sorry, Smith, but the situation at the police station... I have to keep it secret. Apart from you and Robin, I really don't know who I should trust."

Robin stood in the darkness. In front of him was a man with a ghostly face who put his left arm on his chin. He took a deep breath, looked at Seb, and whispered,

"I got him."

"Ok?"

Seb looked at Robin. To be honest, he was a little surprised after seeing Gordon and Robin take off their masks, but what he knew better was what Robin wanted to say to him.

He took off his ghost mask in the darkness and looked at Robin. The two looked at each other. Robin's eyes didn't dodge this time. He whispered,

"I went to New York to see my dad and was scolded by him. I went to see Catherine. She also had friends in that school. I chatted with Mr. Charles. Then I went to Central City to see Kai and Sergey. After receiving the secret message from the Director, I sneaked back to Gotham, and I also went to the cemetery. Although I disliked those people, my profession and my ideals told me that I should not get too close to them. near."

The young man looked at the darkness around him and took a deep breath.

"I used to do that, but Mr. Charles told me that I should not ignore the people around me for my ideals. Along the way, I have been thinking about this issue, thinking about you, Kay, Catherine and others, who mean to me What, I used to depend on my father, and Mr. Gordon was my life mentor. There was a time when I hated you so much that I would even reject Catherine... I felt that you broke my life. Kai and the others joined, and more It turned my life and my ideals into chaos."

Seb yawned and said impatiently,

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Although he was very rude, in the darkness, Seber's eyes softened.

"I want to say... there is no conflict between ideals and family. I want Gotham to become peaceful, but I also have to protect my family, because you do the same. I'm sorry, I was wrong, Cyber, my elder brother."

Robin pointed at the slowly starting prison car over there, "As you told me, only by jumping out of that circle can you do what you want to do without being affected. Only by becoming a ghost can you catch those fleeting things. Opportunity, I used practical actions to atone for my sins, and I helped Kai and the others get revenge, in my own way."

"Well, welcome back."

Seb put on the ghost mask again, and his voice turned into a deep voice, "My brother."

After a moment, the black battle ax restarted, and Seb turned around,

"But Robin, be careful, this might not be over yet."

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