The trajectory of the world king in the United States

The clown is handcuffed and sitting bored in the police station jail.Mobile terminal m..

He looked around boredly. In this cage, besides him, there were many other people imprisoned. They were all caught tonight. There were no dead members of the Clown Gang. They took off their clown masks and looked all kinds of different. There are young people and old people. These people are like a bunch of people. The only thing they have in common is their demeanor.

Crazy qualities, like a group of guys who escaped from Arkham.

They screamed in the cage and spoke garbled words that no one could understand, making the entire basement of the police station a mess, like a pilgrimage site for a group of cultists.

But as their leader, the clown sat quietly in the chair. He did not speak, made no noise, or even changed his sitting posture. He seemed to be thinking about something.

On the wall not far away, a TV hanging on the wall played Harvey Dent's statement 20 minutes ago. The prosecutor who had narrowly escaped death and completed another arrest looked a little embarrassed, but the more he In this way, it can better show his work attitude.

Facing reporters' questions, Harvey cashed in easily.

"Yes, I am not Batman. I have had the dream of a superhero since I was a child, but I cannot be him. This operation is a planned arrest of the Joker. He is a very dangerous criminal. We have made a plan Sacrifice, they are the real heroes, we just did what we were supposed to do."

He looked at the camera and said very sincerely,

"We are confident that Gotham can quickly restore order. This arrest reflects our determination, but I still hope that the citizens can calm down. As long as we are united, people like the Joker are not terrible. For Batman, I Because of his status, I can’t comment too much on him, but personally, I have to thank him.”

"If it weren't for him, I would have been able to meet you in the form of black and white photos."

"laugh..."

The clown showed a sarcastic smile. He closed his eyes and leaned against the bars of the cage. No one knew what he was thinking.

Outside the observation room of the cage, Gordon and the police were looking through the clown's belongings. Shockingly, the madman had 23 knives of different specifications in his clothes, but there was not one. Guns, he seems to be particularly fond of this kind of weapon that is not actually a deterrent.

"click"

The basement door was pushed open, Gordon and Smith looked up and saw an unexpected guest.

Mayor Nestor walked into the basement surrounded by everyone. He walked up to Gordon and looked at him seriously.

"Director, you even managed to hide this from me."

Gordon replied apologetically,

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor, but I have to protect my family, and only then can we catch him."

Nestor's expression suddenly became happy. He laughed and patted Gordon on the shoulder and said to everyone,

"Look at our newly established director. He really thought I would scold him. No...Gordon, I just want to say that I almost thought I lost a real good friend. Welcome back. Yes. With you here, I am full of confidence in this city."

So the atmosphere in the basement became lively again, and some young police officers clapped, but it was mixed with an unpleasant applause. The mayor and Gordon turned around and saw people sitting in the cage. The clown had no smile on his face and seemed to be acting very seriously, but he was also applauding and seemed to be happy that Gordon had escaped death.

"So, this is the Joker?"

Mayor Nestor came slightly closer to the cage. He looked at this dangerous man who had turned Gotham upside down. The Joker also looked at him, with a calm and hazy look in his eyes. He seemed to be an ordinary person who was most in line with ordinary people. Criminals in people's imagination.

But one second later, the clown suddenly showed a smile, his eyes became crazy and joyful, and the two scars around his mouth were squeezed together with the white paint on his face,

"Mr. Nestor, you are so close to a heinous criminal...Aren't you afraid of some accidents that no one wants to see happen?"

Nestor was frightened by this smile. He subconsciously took a step back, and then saw the undisguised mockery in the clown's eyes. This made the mayor's mood suddenly become very bad. Gordon saw this In one scene, he took the initiative to relieve the mayor's embarrassment and used his body to break the eye contact between Nestor and the Joker.

"Actually, Mr. Mayor, I have some other things that I need to tell you. Why don't we go to the office to discuss them in detail."

Nestor realized that this was Gordon coming to his rescue again. He smiled kindly and patted Gordon on the shoulder.

"Go, heroes of Gotham. No matter how big things are, you must make way for heroes. Have a good rest tonight and spend time with your family. We will talk tomorrow."

Gordon smiled sheepishly. He suddenly remembered something and asked,

"Where's Harvey?"

Mayor Nestor said casually as he walked out, "I asked the people from the city hall to send him home. He is also a hero and he also needs to rest."

The mayor left, but Gordon's body froze in place. He slowly turned around and saw the clown lying on the railing behind him. This guy tried to squeeze his face out of the railing, but it only made him look worse. Funny, looking at Gordon's serious gaze, he stretched out two fingers, shook them in the air, and said innocently,

"Don't look at me like that...Didn't Harvey go back?"

As he said that, he stuck his face in the railing and scratched his head, "Oh, maybe our heroes also need entertainment and go out late to have fun. For young people, this is normal, isn't it?"

Looking at Gordon's gloomy face, Chief Smith immediately walked aside, took out his mobile phone and started dialing. After three busy signals, everyone realized the seriousness of the matter.

"I'll go find him right away."

"no need."

Gordon stared at the clown, trying his best to suppress his anger, "Lock him to the interrogation room."

20 minutes later, all the police officers who had just relaxed in the police station were sent out to seize all clues and look for Harvey Dent. He is Gotham's latest hero and is almost synonymous with law and order in Gotham. Once His accident would be a devastating blow to the confidence of the people and the entire city.

In the interrogation room, the clown put his hands on the table and swung his ten fingers around each other, having a great time playing with himself. He had a relaxed look on his face, as if he had everything under control.

The frightened Wurz and other gang bosses gave all their resources to the Joker, with only one request: kill the Red Devil, and then kill Batman. People in despair can't help but turn to madness. Wurtz and the others are still living in prison.

They even took the initiative to ask to move in, especially after Maloney's horrific body was found in the alley. Their dignity had been torn to pieces, and it was simply too horrible to look at.

They already knew that they were in big trouble. There was no surrender, no negotiation, and the only result was to kill them all. They were driven crazy.

Gordon walked in, unplugged the monitor in the interrogation room, and sat across from the clown. The lights in the interrogation room were dim. It could be said that except for the clown and Gordon, the surroundings were dark.

Gordon looked at him and whispered,

"Tell me, where is Harvey?"

The clown didn't look at him and continued to play with his fingers. After a few seconds, he asked,

"what time is it now?"

"What's the use of knowing time? You should know that everyone here is eager to kill you. Cooperate. At least you can still save a life."

Gordon's tone was stiff. He probably didn't even think that he would get useful clues from the clown. When he heard his words, the clown rolled his eyes.

"Look at me..."

He pointed his handcuffed fingers at his face, with a "gentle" smile on his face, as if chatting with an old friend. He smiled and said, "Do you think a person like me would care about his life?" ? Come on, man, I have higher aspirations."

He leaned lazily on his chair,

"As for timing, it's a matter of whether our handsome Harvey will be in one place...or several."

"All right"

Gordon did not look at the time, but stood up and helped the clown unlock the handcuffs. This move surprised the clown. Gordon glanced at him. The director finally understood that when dealing with people like the clown, you cannot use normal thinking. Thinking, he shrugged, picked up his coffee cup,

"I knew I couldn't convince you, so I found someone else."

He walked out and drank coffee, "I hope you can have a pleasant chat."

"click"

The door was closed, and the lights in the entire interrogation room were fully turned on at this moment. Behind the clown, a black figure appeared there. Bruce reached out and held down the clown's head. When he was caught off guard, he knocked his head on the table. edge.

"boom"

This collision was enough to make ordinary people scream, but it only made the Joker groan in pain. He rubbed his bleeding head and raised his head, looking at Batman sitting opposite him. He looked at the bat-suited helmet. , he said helplessly,

"Hey, bastard, don't start from the beginning. This will make the victim dizzy and prevent them from feeling the pain that follows. This is a very low-level technique!"

Batman didn't answer. The Joker put down his hand and looked at him. A flash of excitement appeared in his eyes. It was the excitement that the plot had succeeded. He said enthusiastically,

"Look, you're still here... You can't hide from this. You always don't cooperate. But this time, you will play the game too, I know."

"This is a game specially prepared for you!"

"Where's Harvey?"

Bruce's voice, muted by the voice changer, sounded in the interrogation room. He used to use this method to intimidate criminals. After inflicting violence, few people could persevere, but the Joker was different. He didn't care about Batman's problems at all. , he just said to himself,

"I want Batman to take off his mask, I just want to see what you would do, like a scale, you know?"

He stretched out his finger and scratched it on the table, "On one side is human life, on the other side is your identity. I want to know what you will do, hehe."

He leaned back on the chair, "You didn't disappoint me. You let 13 innocent people die, and you let poor Harvey take the blame for you. Tsk, tsk, even a person like me would feel cold-blooded, but don't worry, I I will tell you where Harvey is, I will tell you, I will tell you everything!”

"Why do you want to kill me?"

Bruce asked, and the clown made a shocked expression. He held his chin, stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and said in a weird tone,

"Hahahahaha, hahahahaha! Hahahaha, what stupid things are you talking about? I don't want to kill you, I never thought about killing you! Without you, what can I do? Go back and rip off those gangsters?"

He stretched out his finger, pointed at Batman, then pointed at himself, and said meaningfully,

"No, no, no, Batman, you complete me!"

"You're just a bastard who kills for money! No different from those damn killers!"

Batman said contemptuously, but this sentence irritated the Joker. He slammed the table and then calmed down.

"No, no, no, don't imitate what they say. You are different from them, you know? Even if you want to, you can't!"

He turned to look at the glass of the interrogation room, and seemed to be able to see the people standing on the other side. He seemed to be telling them what he said on purpose,

"To them, you're a freak, just like me! When they need you, they'll sing your praises, like they have for the past year, but when they don't need you anymore, they'll kick you out, drive you away You treat me like a leper, I wish you could disappear immediately.”

He waved his hands exaggeratedly, like a host giving a passionate speech. Batman looked at him indifferently, and the Joker coughed lightly. He stood up and opened his arms.

"Dear viewers, maybe you have heard about it from various places, but now, I still want to solemnly introduce it to make the audience tremble. The rarest and most tragic mistake of the Creator is about to be presented to you!"

"Allow me to introduce to you...ordinary people! They have a mediocre body structure, and to make up for it, so deformed values, a fully inflated sense of human importance, a boring social conscience, a haggard and withered optimism, oh, so Doesn’t sound very hygienic, right?”

The clown made a disgusting expression, his eyes full of vicious mockery,

"The most disgusting part is that their fragility and value for order and sobriety will break once they are under too much pressure!"

In the dim light of the room, he stood up, walked around, and then pretended to listen,

"Oh, I hear you asking how is this thing?"

"What else? How can this poor, pathetic monster survive in this harsh, unreasonable modern society? Sorry, my answer is, this may not be optimistic."

"Morals, codes, their so-called clear rules are a boring joke. They are lost when they get into trouble. They can only be good people when they are in peace. Oh, I said the same thing to another Mr. Red, you know him How did you answer me?"

The clown spread his hands and showed a smile,

"He said I just want you to see that in a pinch, these... these self-proclaimed people will kill each other without any scruples... they will eat each other. Look, I think he summed it up well. Yes, I’m really not a devil... I’m just forward-thinking, or rather retro.”

"You want to know what I do, right?"

The Joker leaned forward and his voice became magnetic, "This is my game, you have to follow my rules, choose one out of five... Let me see who you will save, the great hero Harvey , still an innocent little girl, still a wife waiting for her husband to return, still a little boy waiting for his father to return, and still a...highly powerful mayor."

"Justice, purity, loyalty, bravery, power"

The clown held out five fingers and said, "Let me see, which one will you choose?"

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