I really don't care

Moore had that thought again.

There is of course a reason for this.

He was lying on the ground, with one hand stretched forward, and the other protecting his chest. But when he was knocked down, his hand fell powerlessly to his side.

He has no power to resist.

Moore should have turned over immediately, clenched the long knife and continued to hit the clown a few times until the clown was dealt with.

But Moore lost.

His proud speed didn't work against the Joker.

Because the clown even tried to hurt himself to drag Moore to hell.

The clown squatted down, and took out the long knife that Moore was clutching tightly in his hand——he opened Moore's fingers one by one, and opened the stiff, pale fingers that seemed to be holding the last sliver of hope. finger.

He shattered Moore's dignity.

The clown snorted and was in a good mood, "Look! Godson, you don't have the ability to cut me now!"

"Destroying relatives in a righteous way? Then you must have that ability." The clown shook his head and smiled happily.

"You're so self-indulgent, let me think about it—" The Joker said maliciously, "If you give your corpse to Batman, he will be very happy!"

The clown's eyes widened, "I left him a gift before, which made him want to play with me for a long time!"

Gift... Moore gritted his teeth. The pain in his back made his forehead and body covered with cold sweat.

But he figured it out, the so-called gift was Jason—the Jason who was tortured to death by the clown with a crowbar back then!

Moore's teeth almost creaked.

The clown smiled in satisfaction, "Are you very angry? Are you very angry? But there is nothing you can do!"

He raised the empty needle tube in his hand, and there was still a little green liquid in it, which looked very leaky, and he knew it was not a good thing at a glance, "You are very strange, why can't you move?"

"Neurotoxin—"

"do you understand?"

The clown laughed out loud.

He stopped playing tricks, stood up and hammered Moore's back again with the crowbar in his hand.

It hurts, even if it is an artificial human that has been relieved of pain and injected with neurotoxin, Moore still feels very painful.

Moore had no choice, he judged that his internal organs were also damaged, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Willing to fail?Of course he is not reconciled... But now he is paralyzed all over his body, he will not die, the poison is also very painful, and the injury on his back makes him even more uncomfortable, the internal organs are oppressed, no matter how soft they are, they will be injured.

No way... no way.

Although unable to speak, at this moment, Moore also knew that he would not ask others for help.

Even if he could speak, he would never call Superman.

If it could be called, Jason also called at that time.

Younger brothers never beg for mercy even when they die, so how could Moore speak out with such a stubborn temper?

His eyes stared fiercely at the clown, he only moved his eyes, so he mobilized his eyes to stare at him.

Moore wasn't even sure if he was staring at the clown anymore, he couldn't feel it, but he seemed to see the clown.

The eyes are still a little sore, aren't they?

Are you crying?

Moore didn't know.

Heard the voice, is it real?

The brain doesn't seem to be able to think, is it because of neurotoxins?

Is what you see real?

Moore's brain began to slow down. He seemed to hear what the clown was saying, but it seemed that he was separated by a layer so far away that he couldn't hear clearly at all.

But he heard the last sentence: "If you beg for mercy, I will consider letting you go~"

If he begs for mercy, it is equivalent to losing Batman's face, and Moore will never beg for mercy——!

His lips, which he thought could not move, suddenly moved, and he heard himself say: "You are dreaming."

The voice was very small, but it did use the muscles of the mouth to speak out.

What the hell is going on... Can you talk?Can that hand move?

Are neurotoxins blinding the senses?

Then did his hand move...?

Moore really didn't know what to do.

But he thought of the traitor Aubrey.

Aubrey probably committed a betrayal, and now it has become a fact, but it doesn't matter, he has a way out and a reliable backing.

It's just that now...

Moore couldn't continue thinking, just thinking about Aubrey's passage just now, his head hurts badly.

It seems...someone has found it?

*

Tony Stark used his own steel armor, and the speed was of course very fast. He was anxious, but he didn't know what he was anxious about. He was very afraid that something would happen to Moore.

At the same time, the Batplane was also dispatched, dispatched during the day, and didn't care that it would be discovered by the citizens and the police began to chase it.

His little master, he hasn't pampered him well yet.

And a few minutes later, because the distance is not very far, there is also a reason to find Iron Man halfway and follow up-he also arrived a few seconds after Iron Man arrived.

Then, they subconsciously held their breath.

*

Normally, Moore is like a young man playing games in the world. He is handsome, rich and considerate. He can give people all the beauty imaginable. He is well-behaved and gentle. He is the dream of women. He is a good brother.

However, Moore, who was in front of them now, was in a state of distress, with obvious pools of blood under his body.Like the moon hanging high in the darkness, it was torn off, and finally exuded a little light...

Like a light bulb with unstable voltage.

Constantly sending out soaring light, trying to make the last struggle.

But looking at the wound on Moore's arm with a knife, and the wound on both sides of his mouth that forced him to turn his head...

Batman was outraged.

Iron Man is not a saint, not to mention he has always been willful.

Although Red Robin is usually easy to get along with, he is actually a control freak at heart, and he doesn't want Moore to get out of control.

In other words, all three are very angry.

Iron Man first asked Lao Jia to check Moore's vital signs. Lao Jia told him that he was weak but still there, but whether he could be revived was also a question.

Iron Man has never felt so angry, this emotion fills his chest, he wants to cry out.

In fact, he did, "Joker! How dare you—"

"I killed him~" The clown was not afraid, "Using the same tool that killed the bird~" The same crowbar.

Tony, who was burning with anger, subconsciously used the palm cannon.

But he deliberately lowered the power to prevent it from affecting Moore who was lying on the ground, so this is also a normal situation-he failed to hit the clown.

Batman is also very angry, but he still maintains his sanity anyway, and he even has to prevent the Joker from being directly killed by the too angry Iron Man.

He actually wants to cover for the enemy who killed his son!

But this is Batman's code, he is too painful.

Among the children who volunteered to be his assistants, one of them had already lost once, and he could hardly bear the second loss. Is this world fair?

Red Robin Tim also knows that his adoptive father Batman may still prevent Iron Man from killing the Joker, but he himself thinks it is still possible to teach the Joker a lesson.

With the palm cannon this time, Iron Man aimed at the clown's arm, and this time he also hit, making the clown look even more embarrassed.

After all, the clown's abdomen also had a wound caused by Moore's five consecutive stabs, which was not properly bandaged and was bleeding all the time.

But this can't relieve Iron Man at all, he just wants to kill the clown directly.

The clown dodged under numerous and uninterrupted palm cannons, but he still couldn't completely dodge. He was gradually forced away from Moore by Iron Man's palm cannons.

Moore's breathing was very light, apparently in a state of less intake and more exhalation, and it may be hopeless.

After being able to get close, Iron Man held Moore in his arms with gentle movements.In this state, Moore obviously cannot receive any more damage.He gently turned Moll over and was bleeding.

"Moore..." Tony was calling Moore.

Moore's eyes froze, and there was no reaction.

Yes, he was already on the verge of death.

Tony opened the glove and touched Moore's face. His body temperature was gradually dropping - Moore seemed to have some reaction. He moved his eyes and murmured: "It's so warm..."

"...Yeah, it's so warm, so can you hold on and continue to keep me warm?" Tony paused, his big warm brown eyes blinked and blinked, trying to hold back the tears that came up, his eyelashes trembled, like It is the eyes favored by the gods that are overflowing with sadness at this moment.

To Tony's awkward temper, this sentence is actually a confession in disguise.

Red Robin still wants to take revenge, he follows the clown and prevents the clown from escaping.

Batman had no time to bother about the Joker, and moved closer to Maul's side, much less what Tony had to say-although to him he should care a lot.

When Batman saw Moore's state, he immediately took out the booster and shot Moore directly.

In Batman's belt are all kinds of things that most people can't think of or even use in a lifetime.

However, there is a grid in his bat belt that is specially used to store cardiotonics.

At this time, the cardiotonic came in handy, but he hoped that it would never come in handy.

This means that there may be a life lost.

Moore's eyes were already lax, and his pupils were slowly dilated.

Batman was speechless for the first time, just like the time he had faced Jason's body before.He was very angry in his heart, and he didn't even have time to care about Tony's outrageous language.

Red Robin Tim turned his head in surprise when he heard Tony's voice calling Moore.

"..." He hasn't officially called Moore 'brother' yet.

*

'If I can sacrifice myself to save the people in Gotham who may die or hurt more later, will God give me a little reward? '

Moore wondered again, 'Will God give me a little reward? '

Then he closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief in the joy of Batman and Iron Man coming to rescue him.

'I'm sorry...'

'I'm too weak...'

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