Chapter 1281: A Pair of Solitary Shadows (End)

"Zila-Zila-"

The sound of electric current sounded in the Bat Cave, and the huge curved screen lit up instantly, but Batman's hand did not press the switch.

The cold screen light reflected on the dark cape, turning the bat's wings dark blue, but soon, more bright colors appeared, firefly-like green and blood-like red, which flowed on Batman's armor in turn, and the light and color danced on the dark cape.

Batman looked back and saw a familiar face, with green hair combed behind his head, blood-red lips wide open, and eyes staring at the screen, full of unspeakable madness and cruelty.

"Joker..."

Batman gently read out his name, as if he was never satisfied with reading his lover's name ten thousand times, and heavy emotions flowed out along the tail tone.

The huge curved screen was filled with this crazy face, and what was even more daunting was that the skin on his face seemed to have just been attached to the muscles, and the wrinkles and muscles when he smiled were completely different, like a painted skin.

In front of the screen, Batman saw that there were obvious scars on the Joker's neck, and it seemed that someone had peeled off his skin, but then glued it back.夎

"Long time no see, Batman. I know that you have found a new lover during my absence!" The Joker's lips lifted up, revealing his teeth. He said, "I just lost the skin on my face, and you just fell in love with someone else, completely forgetting our past passion!"

"You damn sinner, traitor!" The Joker's tone suddenly rose, but slowed down in an instant: "Oh, damn, what am I talking about? How can I say that about the great Bat Master?"

"Batman will never betray me..." The Joker muttered like a dream: "Of course, of course, we all know this. Outsiders cannot interfere in our affairs. This is our family affair, just like you and those birds..."

"Just like the scream of that bird when I broke its wings! Hahahahaha!... Sorry, I'm talking nonsense again. I didn't just break his wings! I broke all the bones in his body! He kept screaming, crawling, trying to escape, hoping that you would save him... But he's dead! Dead! ! "" In order to prevent you from forgetting this, I can only repeat his name again -Jason Todd! The completely clown's mouth slipped out. He was as if he was held around his neck, and stopped again. Suddenly, he put his entire face before the screen, staring fiercely at the person opposite the screen and said: "Answer me, Batman! You won't betray me! ... I heard your answer, so it's his fault! Derigz's fault! He seduced you, his damn devil! "You say, isn't this interesting?"

The Joker's voice sounded again, with a thoughtful tone, like a scholar, as if he was thinking in someone else's shoes, trying to figure out what someone wanted to do.

"When I caught this damn fake, he was not afraid of me at all, and he didn't even feel guilty about seducing you... Do you know what he said?"

Batman stood in front of the screen and watched the Joker's performance quietly. He had seen this kind of performance more than once, but each time was more miserable than the last. 夎

However, this time, the tragic situation was beyond his imagination. As the Joker leaned back, the other half of the screen was completely exposed.

Schiller sat on a chair with his arms fixed to the armrests of the chair. He was covered in blood because at least a dozen steel nails were nailed into his body, not only penetrating his internal organs, but also his bones.

Batman clenched his fists instantly, but soon, the Joker's voice sounded again: "Do you think I'm evil? Batman, you are always like this, speculating on others with the greatest malice."

"Oh! This time. I didn't hurt anyone!" The Joker suddenly laughed, put a finger to his mouth, and whispered: "... He volunteered!"

"When I knocked him to the ground and hit him on the back, he lay on the ground and said to me, I can kidnap him, but there is a condition..."

"When I used him to perform the execution for you, he wanted to say something to you, but for the principle of fair trade, a steel nail in exchange for a word."

Batman's fingertips trembled regularly, and the Joker's sharp laughter echoed in his ears. After laughing for a few seconds, the Joker said breathlessly: "Listen to this word, fair trade! It sounds like a word Batman would say!"

"What, you said I won't keep my promise? You said Schiller was deceived by me?" The Joker suddenly put a hand behind his ear and performed a monologue of the two people's dialogue facing the screen.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me, Batman! I will let him speak, of course I will! But if he doesn't have the strength to speak because of pain and excessive blood loss, you can't blame me..."

The Joker kept smiling and stepped back from the camera. He walked behind Schiller, grabbed Schiller's neck with his pale hands like ghost claws, and then let him go.

Suddenly, he took out a claw hammer from behind the chair. Batman's pupils shrank suddenly, but the Joker weighed the claw hammer in his hand and said, "When I smashed the bones of the bird, I didn't think of this good thing, but good things always come in handy, right, Batman?"

After that, amid the Joker's sharp and cruel laughter, the hammer fell heavily on Schiller's shoulder.

The scream that Batman expected did not happen, and he instinctively looked up at Schiller's eyes.

Instantly, he understood that Schiller had blocked all sensory perceptions and fell into extreme rationality, just like when they tested each other before. 夎

Concentrate all extreme emotions into something higher, overlook yourself and others.

"Listen, Batman, I only have 15 words, because I keep my promises better than this madman."

"One nail for one sentence, I won't say more."

"That is to say, if you don't understand, I won't repeat it a second time."

Schiller spoke so fast that it was like chanting a spell. The hammer fell heavily on him, but it didn't make his tone fluctuate at all.

"People often say that the mind is connected. It is not completely impossible to achieve, but the premise is that the two people must be similar enough."

"When thoughts resonate, the spiritual world can be connected."

"We are the same kind of people. No one in the world is more similar than us, Schiller and Batman."

"When we face each other, it's like looking in the mirror."

"Batman is always alone. This road does not need a partner, but you must understand me before you can save me."

"Close your eyes and understand how similar we are."

"Explore your spiritual world and find the way to another spiritual palace of your own."

Batman had already closed his eyes, because Schiller's seemingly calm but actually full of psychedelic ups and downs had already led him to see the lonely self.

"Down, down, down again, see the darkness, see the light." 夎

"Follow the light, keep moving forward..."

Schiller's speech speed is getting faster and faster, and the face of the clown behind him is getting more and more hideous. He knows that everything he can't accept is happening, so he swings the hammer faster and faster. Schiller has seen death waving to him, but the weaker the mental fluctuation, the clearer the road.

"Find me, find me..."

"Find yourself, find yourself..."

"Find the hope you have longed for."

In an instant, endless white light submerged Batman, and after the light dissipated, a huge tower suddenly descended in the thick fog.

Chasing the voice in his heart, Batman soared into the air, merged into the thick fog, and then landed on the top of the tower like a clever bat. 夎

And such an accident has already made the guests in the theater rush out of the room. Bruce, who had just rushed to the patio railing, turned back as if he had felt something in his heart.

In an instant, Bruce saw a pair of torch-like eyes from the thick fog.

When Batman's experienced eyes saw the pair of innocent blue eyes, countless fragments of memory took him into that dreamlike world.

Criminals who have been on the right path one after another, Gotham gradually restored order, the sun setting after the clouds dispersed, the city as clean and clear as diamonds, and the tears from the eyes of all Gotham people...

Countless fragments passed by his ears like the wind, until finally, a light spot lit up in the slowly floating starlight.

The hand writing on the blackboard stopped, and the teacher looked back. The exhausted young man was sleeping soundly like a baby in a cradle.

At this moment, Batman understood Schiller and how he pushed himself and Gotham in another universe onto another path, another bright path that was completely different from the darkness.夎

When the dazzling sunlight shines on this bat accustomed to darkness, the dark clouds that never disperse in Gotham are like him wearing armor and weapons, and the endless rain is like his tears.

When Batman sees the hope of light, no one can stop him. He wants to save and protect this hope.

The next second, an endless black tide surges from between the wings of the bat. The trembling of the two souls becomes stronger and stronger, and the rhythm becomes more and more consistent, like a symphony that reaches a climax.

The most fundamental darkness in the universe instantly submerged the tower.

Schiller, who was tied to a chair in reality, suddenly raised his head, and at this time, the clown's dagger had cut his neck.

Suddenly, Schiller's expression changed completely. The Joker ran to him like crazy and grabbed his neck with his extremely thin hands.

Schiller opened his mouth, but the voice that came out was not his. 夎

"You can't kill me... because I'm Batman."

The Joker opened his eyes wide, he grabbed Schiller's neck tightly, shook back and forth and screamed: "No! No! Batman!! How can you!!!!"

At this moment, the corners of his mouth that had been turned down like Batman slowly rose up. Although his eyes were still serious, it was obvious that another soul had returned again.

When the expressions of two souls were reflected on the same face, there was nothing more harmonious than this, and the two figures became a pair.

"Joker, you have made too many people lose too many things with your disordered chaos and madness... Today, you will understand - the taste of loss!"

Schiller's tone was still as soft as a feather, his words were elegant, his tone was decent, and it had nothing to do with madness.

But he suddenly raised his other hand with intact bones, and the equally pale and thin hand tightly grasped the wrist of the Joker's hand holding the dagger. The powerful clamping force from it was more like a ghost hand dragging people into hell. 夎

"Today, you will lose--" Schiller raised his tone and uttered the name like a chant: "...Batman!!!"

"Swish!"

The hand holding the wrist, with a resolute force, cut the artery on the side of Schiller's neck with the dagger, and the blood flew high.

The blood like a red ribbon slowly fell on the Joker's face, gently stroking his eyes, as gentle as a mother's hand.

The bloodshot red eyeballs were full of fear and disbelief.

Looking at the man in front of him gradually fading away, the madman who represented madness itself, the eternal nightmare of Gotham-the Joker, let out an unprecedented, terrified scream:

"Schiller!!!!!! You madman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"夎

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