Final Raiders Achievement

"What should we do now?" Barbara looked extremely worried. "The clown virus has already broken out. I'm not sure if the serum will work... The paleness on Bruce's face shows no signs of disappearing."

"Don't worry." Alfred took out a needle and drew Bruce's blood. "I need to re-sample his blood and prepare a new serum."

"Your head is bleeding, Ah Fu." Barbara picked up the sterile gauze to help him treat the wound, "You can leave this work to me, and you should have a good rest."

"Thank you, Miss Barbara. Then I'll leave the blood analysis to you, and I'll take care of Bruce." Alfred handed the needle filled with blood to Barbara. He shook his head and sighed, "I'm still old after all. .”

Barbara turned the wheelchair and moved to the side of the workbench, "You are still young, Alfred, Bruce needs you."

"Yes, he needs me." Alfred said with a slight smile, "I am getting older and weaker, and my energy and physical strength are not as good as before. One of the benefits of being old is that you can use it calmer and more Looking at everything around me with a calm eye, I'm ready, Barbara, from the moment Bruce became Batman, I knew the price I might have to pay, I can accept everything that has happened and will happen Bad things."

"We're all ready, Alfred," Barbara said softly.

"But sometimes I'm also full of fear," Alfred said. "I don't know what will happen to Bruce when I leave. I can never feel safe to leave him... Bruce is not young, but he is still in my eyes. child."

"He still has us, and we will always help him and be by his side." Barbara comforted, "We all chose this difficult path like him, didn't we? He will not be alone."

"Seeing you, Master Richard and Master Timothy, I can feel a little more at ease. After all, I am old, and the help I can give to Bruce is very limited. He will still rely on you in the future." Alfred said, "The only regret is that Jason..."

Barbara was silent for a moment, "...I'm very sad, Ah Fu."

"I'm also very sad," Alfred said with tears in his eyes, "I wish he could come back... I believe other people think so too."

"That's what we all think," Barbara said. "There will be a solution."

This is a scar in their hearts that will never be erased.

Jason's departure brought them not only the pain of the death of their loved ones, but also the collapse of ideals and beliefs, and the rift in family affection.

The blood analysis instrument made a ding-dong sound.

Barbara immediately began to study the blood analysis report.

"The situation is very bad, the clown virus seems to have mutated in his body," she said solemnly, "and it is difficult for us to prepare a new serum in a short period of time... I don't know if the old serum can still inhibit it .”

Bruce groaned as he was restrained in the chair.

"...What's wrong with me?" His voice was hoarse, "My body...why did it become like this?"

Barbara breathed a sigh of relief, "The clown virus in your body has broken out, we had to knock you unconscious and tie you up."

"It's good to see you awake." Alfred began to check on Bruce's physical condition.

Bruce's eyes linger on the cut on his forehead for a moment, "I'm really sorry, Fu. Did I hurt you?"

"Although I have old arms and legs, fortunately, my skills are still strong." Alfred said, "Tell me, why didn't you inject the spare serum on the Batmobile in time?"

"Actually, I don't remember what happened before... I was rescued from the cell by Leona, and then I got on the Batmobile. I don't remember anything after that." Bruce said guiltily.

"The most urgent thing is to prepare the serum." Alfred said.

Barbara asked, "Any news from Dick and Tim?"

"They seem to be fine. Arkham has a signal jammer, so the communication signal cannot be connected." Bruce said.

"As long as they're fine." Barbara relaxed a little, "How do you feel now?"

"The clown virus has no signs of attacking for the time being," Bruce said with a frown. "Can you loosen my restraint first? My ribs are broken, and this position will press on my bones."

"No problem." Barbara untied him according to her words.

The bat cave is extremely dark, the light is very weak, the sound of the underground river echoes in the empty cave, and the bats flap their wings and fly in and out.

Bruce moved his wrist and looked at Barbara with bloodshot eyes: "Don't trust the cunning enemy...I didn't expect you to believe my words so easily."

He let out an odd laugh.

"Barbara, the serum didn't work!" Alfred was shocked, "Master, wake up!"

But it was too late.

Bruce rushed forward and grabbed Barbara's neck like lightning. At the same time, he picked up a firearm from the workbench and aimed it at Alfred.

Barbara's face turned red, and the blood vessels on her forehead burst out. She desperately broke his hand away, "Quick, wake up! Bruce!"

Bruce's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and the grip on her neck suddenly relaxed a little.

Barbara took the opportunity to punch Bruce in the eye.

The gun in Bruce's hand fell to the ground, and he let go of her neck, staggered back, and dropped to his knees.

"Get away from me... Hurry up, get out of here!" Bruce's expression was contorted and painful, "I can't control myself... Fu, take Barbara and leave in the Batmobile! The farther away from me, the better! Hidden Get up and hide where Leona can't find it..."

"No, Bruce!" Barbara screamed, "We can't leave you..."

"Miss Barbara, we have to leave." Alfred dragged the disabled Barbara towards the Batmobile.

Bruce's hand trembled and stretched out to the gun on the ground, and he was doing his best to suppress the crazy clown personality.

A crazy monster was rushing left and right in his heart, "he" might get out of his control at any time, Bruce broke free from the mental cage set by Leona briefly, but Leona's spiritual power was too strong, he His ontological consciousness is imprisoned, and the clown personality is not reconciled to being restrained by Bruce, "he" wants to come out.

Just when Bruce was about to lose control of himself, the door of the Batmobile finally closed, and it spewed out blue flames, carrying Alfred and Barbara away.

Bruce was shaking violently, his fingers twitching and twitching, and the two personalities were evenly matched, fighting for control of his body.

Trembling, he picked up the gun and pointed the muzzle at his forehead.

Since the clown personality cannot be resolved, then death is his final destination, and he has long been mentally prepared.If he gets out of control, he'll just cause more havoc than the Joker.

"Chong-"

The sound of metal colliding sounded.

The gun in Bruce's hand was blown away by a knife, which pierced the palm of his hand, and bright red blood ran down his arm.

"Don't die, Batman." The clown climbed up from the underground river in the Batcave wet all over, and he smiled very cheerfully, "This would be no fun."

"It's you!" Bruce's face became ferocious in an instant, and the whites of his eyes were almost filled with red blood. When the clown appeared, the other personality he had suppressed with great difficulty became active again.

"It's me." The Joker said calmly, and he clapped his hands. "Admirable willpower, Batman!"

"Get away from me!" Bruce growled.

"You are scared!" The clown laughed loudly, "You are scared! What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that you will do something irreversible under the influence of the virus? I am approaching you step by step, what can you do?" What?" His voice was sharp, "You can't do anything! I have to say that Little Lina's behavior is really to my liking, I like her script...but this doesn't change the bad relationship between her and me. Relationship."

The clown said softly: "You can only be mine, no one can take you as their own."

Bruce was panting heavily, his red eyes glaring fiercely at the clown.

The clown happily picked up the gun from the ground, stuffed it into Bruce's hand, and held his hand, letting Bruce point the gun at his forehead.

"Come on!" The clown grinned strangely, "Kill me, little bat!"

Bruce knocks the clown to the ground with one punch.

Then in the next moment, the restless second personality lost control, and he clenched the gun in his hand.

"Please feel free to shoot me in the head, I will never die, Batman." The Joker laughed loudly, "Because a part of me lives in your body! We will never be apart, ever! You will be forever Living in my shadow, your brain will replay what I tell you over and over until we are completely one! You will never be able to get rid of me because we are the most compatible couple in the world, Batman! "

"Bam—"

Blood spattered.

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Leona stood on the tallest building in Arkham City overlooking everything around her.

"There are only Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn left." She raised the list in her hand and ticked a few check marks on it, "Poison Ivy is easy to find, just look for a place with more plants, but the Clown Where is the girl?"

"I know," said the Riddler. "She likes to go to a superhero-themed bar."

"Then you lead the way." Leona said casually.

There are several people standing behind her.

A strange-looking man covered in crocodile scales, a strong man with an infusion tube inserted all over his body, and a wretched man with a round figure and a long, pointed nose.

"Penguin, Bane, and Crocodile don't need to go," Leona said, "You guys help me catch Deadshooter back."

Leona likes smart and capable subordinates, and almost all the people in Arkham are smart and capable. She just needs to be brainwashed, and they will be loyal to her.

Leona is very happy with her new subordinate.

The author has something to say: I don't have much to say.

This section is almost in the final stage.

The deepest feeling of writing "The Queen of Darkness" is to bear the risk of being beaten by readers at all times. Don't dare, don't dare to write like this in the next book.

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