The correct way to attack the villain

Have you ever had a really bad day?

The flames soared into the sky, and the surrounding scenery flew upwards—Bruce knew very well that he was not a person who was afraid of falling.

At a height of thousands of meters, without a parachute, only those who have really fallen into the abyss know what it feels like to fall freely.

The heat wave swept through everything, and after the fire burned out, he stood in front of a dark alley with no end.There was a puddle of water under his feet, which should have been his reflection, but now, it was the reflection of the clown.

The Joker asked him, "Have you ever had a really bad day?"

Two gunshots sounded deep in the alley, and the eight-year-old boy knelt on the muddy ground, the broken pearl necklace was scattered around him, and blood soaked his whole body along his knees.

The era of Thomas Wayne comes to an end today.

Bruce Wayne had nothing on this day and was born again on this day.

For anyone who has experienced misfortune, memories are the cruelest things, they will occupy your brain all the time, affect your thinking, control your actions, inescapably, maliciously, screaming and stinging Your nerves drag you down in the real world.

Someone chose to obey, so he became a complete lunatic wearing a clown suit, while some resisted, trapped in another kind of self-paralyzed anger, put on a black cloak and became an outlaw of extreme justice only.

Reality will always tell them what is really bad when they think it is bad enough.

Someone once told him that he is not afraid that his life will get worse, he is only afraid that he will not be worthy of the suffering he has suffered.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed. This time, the clown stood opposite him. They stood at both ends of the alley. The Thomas couple lying in the middle and the little boy kneeling on the ground disappeared without a trace, replaced by standing On both sides of the alley, the street lights of Gotham City at night.

The clown looked at him: "Have you ever felt this way? In fact, everything is predestined."

"Would you like to hear something interesting?"

"I used to feel that my surroundings were full of evil, either in terms of power or the rules of human nature, until one day I suddenly discovered that my previous life might have been paving the way for a certain moment."

As the clown spoke, he leaned on his falcon-headed cane and walked here. Every time he took a step, the surrounding street lights would go out, and the road behind him became pitch black, which made his forward steps seem to be without hesitation.

The clown stopped in front of him.

"Bad day, self-struggling, blinded by hatred, wanting revenge but not finding a way out."

"Do you feel that at what point your life has been changed?"

The walls on both sides collapsed, high-rise buildings fell from the sky, and an electronic photo was hung on the huge screen of the building. Excessive P pictures, filters and gaudy red satin and pink bubbles, a group photo of Batman and the Joker, with paintings on it There was a big double happiness.

"Obviously now I understand that there is no distinction between accident and necessity in all the misfortunes in life. Everything is leading you to meet someone, and then you meet."

Bruce turned around abruptly, and the endless alley behind him turned into a staircase with a red carpet on it, and a charming "girl" stood on it and looked down at him.

"She" held a fan in her hand, lifted her skirt, came to him lightly, and told him, I am your female companion, sir.

Bruce didn't speak, and the "girl" walked past him with a smile. The stairs in front of him staggered left and right, turning into a sewer that had just been blown down.The water that spread to his waist was extremely hot, something caught his leg, and then went up his leg, a clown's face emerged from the bottom of the water.

He asked him with a nasty smile, "Have you ever had a really bad day?"

After he finished speaking, he kissed him, hot water droplets hung on his cold lips, and then turned into a bubble in the next moment, turning into a boy standing at the gate of the orphanage, the boy suddenly grew up, sitting in a dilapidated movie theater In , because of an actor who looks like a sprouting potato, he was rocked with laughter.

Then he looked here, there was a glass between them, he was standing outside the car window, and he said something to him, and after he rolled the window, he heard him say, if it weren't for Batman, I wouldn't even look at it Bruce Wayne.

The picture suddenly shattered like glass.

Bruce returned to the alley, he looked at the standing water under his feet, and there was a reflection of the clown in it, and he smiled triumphantly, he said.

"Then did I say these words, or did you think of them yourself?"

The Joker's reflection in the stagnant water begins to overlap with Batman's, finally.

The reflection in the stagnant water is always himself.

Everything fell down, and everything was crushed, and he even forgot who he was, what role he was playing, and he didn't know what was affecting him.

A burst of sharp laughter whizzed past his ears. Bruce stood in front of a mirror, and in the mirror stood a clown. They repeated the same expression, the same movement, the same experience, and the same trajectory like mutual reflections. , It's like meeting someone you can talk to.

"Could you tell me what you're worried about, master?"

The psychiatrist compared the case in hand, and said to Bruce Wayne in front of him: "OK, I need to know more about your current mental state, we can try to come up with some word associations."

"What's your favorite color?"

"What do you hate the most?"

"What can you see now?"

"What is the last thing you want to see?"

"What do you want?"

The surrounding scenery became pitch black.

"A depressive personality with extreme self-discipline, which is very contradictory."

"Are you so principled that you often ignore your own personal feelings?"

He groped in the dark, couldn't find his way, and was beaten badly.

He couldn't see a way out of his life until he saw a mirror.

The person in the mirror was broken into pieces, put into a box and put on a heavy chain, and then put into another layer of boxes and put on another chain.

He will only do what he thinks is right, even if he regrets it.

He can't let anyone know that there is a clown with teeth and claws in that box.

Bruce woke up with a start.

He looked at the familiar bed net above his head.

Alfred, who had been guarding next door, heard the movement and rushed over immediately: "Master, how do you feel now?"

Bruce was covered in bandages and frowned. He tried to recall what had happened before, and then looked at Alfred.

"Where's Song Mo?"

Alfred looked at Bruce sitting on the bed, and said after half a second: "Song Mo is fine, he woke up in the morning."

The man's frown relaxed a little, and he pressed his swollen head: "How long have I been asleep?"

Alfred: "It's been three days, young master." The old housekeeper paused after finishing speaking, and corrected him, "And you don't call it sleep, it's called coma."

Bruce reached out and picked up the suit shirt hanging by the bed and put it on, buttoning it and asking, "What's the situation in New York?"

"The Destiny has retreated." The old butler picked up a small wooden square table and put it on the bed, then turned around and picked up the vegetable soup covered with a dinner plate on the bedside table, "SHIELD seized the second generation of Hyperion and gold from the Destiny The ship captured their commander-in-chief, but a large number of Valkyries escaped from Rosen Bridge, and they did not find Otto on the golden ship."

The small square table that covered his legs suddenly restricted Bruce's movement of getting up. Alfred put the bowl of vegetable soup that would be heated every hour on the small square table, and forced a metal spoon into Bruce's body. hand: "The doctor said you should rest for at least a week before getting out of bed."

Apparently the old butler knew everything about his young master's actions, and he also prepared a glass of water and an empty bowl for rinsing his mouth.

Bruce Wayne: "..."

The man had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​getting out of bed temporarily: "Otto will not participate in this operation, he can't take another risk."

Alfred stood by the bed respectfully: "You too, master."

Bruce glanced at the old butler.

Although Alfred is very reluctant to discuss these things in this situation now, facing Bruce, he still said truthfully: "The group of superheroes in New York originally planned to go to the Heavenly Palace on the second day after Song Mo woke up." Galaxies, but they can only temporarily dispel the idea for now."

Bruce chewed for a while, and swallowed the stewed vegetables in his mouth: "Why?"

Alfred: "Because there was a small incident at Song Mo's place."

Bruce frowned again: "Didn't you say he's fine?"

"It's one thing to be fine." The old housekeeper stopped here, as if he was thinking about his words, but in the end he didn't elaborate, but said, "He's still in New York, you can go and see him in person."

Alfred looked at the man who moved the small square table after he finished talking, and added: "I mean after you recover from your injury."

Bruce got out of bed, and the bandages that covered almost his entire chest made his movements look a little sluggish: "I know my body myself."

Alfred just watched in silence as Bruce changed his clothes and put on his coat. When he was about to leave the room, he said, "That explosion destroyed half of Manhattan, master."

Bruce paused.

"I can't imagine what happened to you at the center of the explosion."

Alfred was still standing where he was, with his back to the light, his back was still straight and he didn't look old, but the gray hair and the wrinkles on his face were sending a message that he was already in his twilight years.

"From the first time you cried in Wayne Manor, I have been taking care of you, master, your three meals, the sanitation of the manor, and the daily maintenance of the Batcave. I can help you bandage, set bones, and stitch wounds, but I I don't want to one day-"

"I want to bury you with my own hands."

Bruce looked at Alfred.

The last time he heard Alfred speak in this tone was at his father's grave.

He knew that Alfred was not referring to the fact that he saved Song Mo, or more than that. His misbehavior for so many years seemed to have finally crushed the old butler's strong nerves, but.

"A lot of things can't be avoided, Alfred." Bruce said from the bottom of his heart, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize to me, master, those bullets, blades and explosives didn't hit me."

The old butler calmly put away the square table and dinner plate, stopped talking, took out the car keys in his pocket and walked into the garage, just like every time before, complaining in a tone that I never want to continue Watching what Bruce Wayne is doing now, and then helping him with everything after complaining.

This made Bruce Wayne feel guilty.

This guilt lasted until Alfred drove out a pure white luxury version of the extended Lincoln from the garage, and the front of the car was very high-profile with Bruce Wayne's cursive script written in black piano paint.

Bruce Wayne: "..."

The old butler sat in the driver's seat: "Pay attention to your status as a wounded person, young master, you can't sit for five hours back and forth from New York."

So, two and a half hours later, a pure white stretched Lincoln stopped next to the ruined Avengers Building. The entrance of the living room of the Avengers reception building.

The richest man in New York, who happened to be standing downstairs and personally repairing the broken metal foundation of the Avengers Building, stood in front of the ruins and looked at the car parked in front of him.

Tony Stark: "He's here to mess things up?"

Tony Stark: "Jarvis, take out all the stretched cars in my garage, and that stretched Hummer that was specially modified for me."

Jarvis: "With all due respect, Sir, the cars in your garage have been blown up, but there are still a few Audis from ten years ago in your villa in Malibu Sea, but it will take a little time to drive here."

Tony Stark: "..."

As the richest man in New York, he has never been so angry.