Chapter 800: Deadly Joke (End)

"Batman, in these short two months, you have seen the darkest side of this city. No, maybe not the darkest side. After all, you brought a lot of things, at least more than an umbrella."

"Before you came here, you learned martial arts, made countless inventions, exercised all year round, and were incredibly healthy. You had a very flexible mind and no bad habits."

"You thought you were alone and experienced life, but in fact, you have more than everyone here."

"You came to the slums of Gotham with such conditions and saw how people here live. Then, you found that you had been doing useless work for the past ten years."

"As long as there is evil soil, poisonous strains will grow. No matter how many flowers you cut, you can't stop thousands of The seeds of the million have taken root. "

"You feel desperate for this. As a loser, you comfort yourself with a bitter smile, but in fact you don't really want to laugh. You are just imitating poorly..."

Schiller stood there and touched his ears, saying: "I didn't hear you want to laugh, so the smile you showed was very disgusting."

"But now, you can laugh from the bottom of your heart, because I am a tolerant person, the most tolerant person in Gotham. Even if you fall in front of me now, I will never hurt you."

"On the contrary, I am very happy to send you back to Wayne Manor, where you should stay."

"There is everything you need there, food to fill your stomach, medicine to heal your wounds, a bed for you to rest, safety, enjoyment, warmth, it's time for you to do this. . "

"You have seen it, haven't you?" Schiller spread his hands and said, "You have made yourself like this, and you have also realized the difficulties of the lower class people. Such material is enough to move you for another ten years. Isn't it enough?"

"If I send you back, tonight, you can put on the bat suit again, stand on the roof of the Wayne Building, and pity all living beings with a deeper heart. This time, you are not giving nothing. Such mental and physical exhaustion has almost left you with permanent trauma. You have paid too much for them..."

"You don't actually need to do this. They don't deserve it at all. Your kindness has made you bruised and battered here. You stick to the bottom line, and they will only do whatever it takes. "

"What prompted you to do this? It's your kindness, your great sense of justice. , so that you are unwilling to do anything against the law even in the slums, this is the moral bottom line you stick to. "

"The people in the slums can't give you anything, but you are willing to pay so much for them, willing to suffer so much for them, everything is enough here..."

"So, another clown is willing to provide you with a little money, but I can do more. When your body is close to the limit, I can send you back to Wayne Manor and let you have a good rest."

"Soon, Alfred will serve you a steaming hot meal, Elsa will jump into your arms, Dick will look at you worriedly, and you can share the joy of family life..."

Schiller's voice echoed in the empty and dark chemical factory, with an inexplicable temptation, Bruce began to have hallucinations in front of his eyes.

The water vapor on the eyelashes turned into neon light under the reflection of the match light.

Bruce saw the chandelier of Wayne Manor, flashing a dreamy luster, and under the chandelier, on the precious wooden long table, all kinds of precious ingredients that he had not seen or eaten for a long time were served.

Alfred stood beside him with a smile, Elsa sat in his arms, Dick sat in the deputy seat, and at this time, Selina came over in a gorgeous dress and kissed his cheek, saying that he was a hero.

Everyone praised him for his spirit of sacrifice, for his broad mind, for his dedication and doing things that were originally unnecessary, and everyone was very moved.

Then, he heard the "click" of the shutter, and it turned out that the reporters came in. All this was under their gaze, and his heroic deeds were recorded in full.

Batman's bad reputation was finally cleared, and everyone in the mansion, restaurant, and manor praised him.

What was even more surprising was that Bruce Wayne also won the title of a prodigal son, and the stock of Wayne Group rose sharply. Going further, he already had the prototype of a final product.

Batman's popularity was far beyond expectations, so he embarked on the road of politics.

He wanted to fundamentally change the country, and as expected, under the dual value of wealth and fame, he stood at the highest position.

Batman announced education reform and a series of life guarantees for the slums. He finally succeeded and accomplished all of this.

Many years later, when he recalled these glorious experiences, he told reporters that it was all because of his good intentions at the beginning.

He entered the bottom of Gotham and experienced the difficulties of the poor. These two months were the most important two months in his life. He learned a lot from these people living in the slums...

As the dream came to an end along the timeline of the story, the dreamy light was about to disappear.

Bruce wanted to take another look, but there were no matches for him to light.

When the last match of the little match girl went out, she would not feel warm and satisfied, but would feel colder than before.

Lying on the cold surface of the platform, the revolving lantern in Bruce's mind was only a moment, and at this moment, Schiller's voice had just fallen.

Bruce felt that there was a kind of power bursting out of his chest, like a volcano about to erupt. He had never experienced such intense emotions, so he didn't know how to release it.

At this time, he felt a shadow covering his head. Schiller came over and looked down at him. Bruce saw the familiar crazy smile in his eyes. He understood that all this was a trap set by the Joker.

It was not a surprise that Jack would help him. He did not give up those crazy plans, and he did not really want to be a mentor and friend of Batman. The Joker's purpose from beginning to end was only one, that is, to make Batman laugh.

Schiller squatted down, held Bruce's shoulders and said, "You are about to get out of the sea of ​​suffering, Batman, aren't you happy about it? Since you are happy, you should smile, a smile from the heart..."

"Let's go, Batman, I'll take you back, you should have a good sleep..."

Schiller grabbed Bruce's shoulders, carried Bruce on his back, turned around, and carried Bruce to the stairs of the platform.

Just when he approached the railing, Schiller felt that the person on his back suddenly burst out with great power.

Schiller staggered and held the railing next to him with one hand, but at the moment when his center of gravity was unbalanced, Bruce on his back flipped over the railing and grabbed the edge of the railing with his hand.

Schiller looked back, his eyes filled with madness. He looked at Bruce and said, "What are you doing? ! ! What else do you want to do? ! ! Batman ! ! Are you crazy? ! ! "

Bruce's hands gradually slid down from the horizontal bar of the railing to the vertical bar of the railing. In the end, only two hands were left on the edge of the platform.

Below him was the bottomless chemical mixing pool.

On the surface of the fluorescent medicine, tiny bubbles kept flashing, like particles flying around the sun, and the pungent smell kept drifting away, making people feel dizzy.

In such a chaotic and psychedelic light, only a pair of eyes were very bright. Bruce looked up, and on his face against the light, every scar groove seemed deeper, but because of this, the eyes were more like sapphires buried in the rock.

"Here... there is nothing... what I'm looking for..." Bruce said intermittently: "I've experienced... all of life, and understood a lot of things... there's no need... to experience this again..."

He swallowed hard, and in this situation, it was difficult for him to even say a complete sentence.

"I feel hungry, painful, and sleepy... just like them."

His arms began to tremble constantly until his whole body began to tremble, but he still raised his face and faced Schiller's condescending gaze, and said: "There is only one thing I haven't done..."

Bruce's hand loosened, but Schiller showed a horrified expression. He squatted down quickly and tried to pull Bruce, but the moment he stretched out his hand, Bruce let go of the only hand.

The moment Bruce was captured by the gravity of the sun, his hair fluttered upwards, and the whole person was no longer so tired and heavy, but became light, like a dragonfly that got up from the water, and a gull that flapped its wings and glided.

The sound of falling water rang out along with the last sentence:

"I have only one last thing left to do, that is, to become them.

"When facing the crazy reality, tell yourself... smile."

When he merged with the sun's rays, Bruce smiled, a smile from the heart.

In front of Schiller, a drop of water fell, he slowly closed his eyes, the crazy expression on his face disappeared, but the hand holding the railing tightly did not loosen.

The quiet night of Gotham is like a dark and mysterious universe.

Soon, dawn came, and when the sun rose from the horizon, it was not as mysterious and coquettish as dusk, but with a unique gloom.

A figure dragged another figure out of the factory gate, behind them was a foggy sun.

The cool morning dew fell, reflecting the luster of the leather shoes. When the cobblestone road was foggy, a pious whisper came:

"If there can only be one Batman who laughs in this world... Laughing Bat, God bless you forever, Amen. ”

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