Chapter 2530: Battle for the Cloak (Sixty)

Chapter 2504: The Battle for the Cape (Sixty)

Bang!

The door was opened, and Bruce, who had just returned home, saw Gordon, who had turned his wheelchair with his only movable arm, come to the kitchen and pick up a knife. Bruce, who had just come out of the bathroom, stared at him in the dark.

"I'm sorry about your parents." Gordon's eyes glowed again, and they looked very bright in the darkness. He said, "But I tried my best."

"No, uncle, I was just angry. You are not a burden, and you can't just not be a burden to me..."

"No, I just don't want to indulge you anymore." Gordon said, "I suddenly realized one thing - right is right, wrong is wrong."

"My guilt towards you does not mean that you have done nothing wrong. The indulgence derived from this guilt will make you more confused about right and wrong. This is also my only mistake."

Gordon looked at Bruce and said, "I didn't find the murderer who killed your parents. If the law finds that I am wrong, it will convict me, and you don't need to punish me."

"I failed to save my friends, leaving their children homeless and penniless, and I also Failed to redress their injustice. If I decide that I am wrong, I will convict myself and I don't need you to punish me."

"You have no right to do what you are doing now." Gordon stared into Bruce's eyes and said, "And the only way to correct this mistake is to stop it and not let you make the same mistake again and again."

Bruce walked forward, but Gordon had already put the knife on his neck. He looked at Bruce with nostalgia and said, "That's it, little Bruce. Officer Gein has collected enough evidence. After both of us die, all of this will be announced by the informant, and you will also have the trial you should face."

"No!!!!!!!"

Jason hugged Batman who was shot and fell down. Seeing the Joker approaching step by step, he had no fear, only endless anger that overwhelmed his mind.

Just when he was about to raise his hand, a hand grabbed his wrist. Batman's eyes were fixed on him, and Jason couldn't help but lose himself in that look.

Peter, who was untied, looked up at the figure flying in the sky. He stood up slowly. The world around him began to spin around him. The crowds and streets were like birds in a storm. Only he was clear at this moment.

Why sacrifice the safety of one group of people for another? Why must the safety of one group of people change the fate of another group of people?

Because he was not strong enough.

If he had trained his self-control ability immediately after gaining the spider power, he would not have had to passively escape when facing Thompson because of the fear of overdoing it, causing Jason to stand up for him and break the toy to cause financial losses. Instead, he could have taught them a lesson and stopped them from doing bad things.

If he had learned from his mistakes after his teddy bear was broken, and had honed his skills and practiced how to deal with criminals, he would not have caused traffic jams in the process of chasing the Claw Killer, which would have caused an accident that changed the fate of others.

If after learning about Bruce's experience, he no longer struggled and was confused, but realized that all this was just because he was not strong enough, and continued to hone his superhero skills, and did his best in the past 20 years to make himself a perfect justice machine, then no one would die in today's disaster.

Even if there would be, then if he gave himself another ten years, maybe there would be no more.

In addition to the perfect execution of justice, the process of striving to hone and surpass oneself can naturally become a stronger driving force when things go wrong. Even if he still fails to become a perfect superhero in the end, every bit of effort made in these decades will eventually converge into a river called a clear conscience.

Clark flew over the crowd, the flock of birds in the storm suddenly quieted, and Spider-Man slowly raised one arm.

With a whoosh, the moment the spider silk launcher appeared, a spider silk wrapped around Clark's arm, and he suddenly pulled it up, turned around and suddenly took off.

The spider suit reappeared on Spider-Man. He grabbed the spider silk with both hands and swung over the heads of the panicked crowd. Clark threw the spider silk forward, and Spider-Man rolled to the ground, half-knelt on the ground and slowly stood up.

A red and blue figure appeared in the reflection of the sunglasses. The mob leader took off his hood, and when he turned his head, two figures appeared at both ends of the sunglasses.

Bruce, wearing a sweatshirt with a smiley face pattern, and the clown in a truck driver's overalls stood face to face.

"Long time no see, Jack." Bruce called out the name of the clown opposite, and Jack shook the bomb launch button in his hand, looked at Bruce and said, "You ran so far just to play these role-playing games here?"

"Yeah, you're right, it's just a game, why be so serious?" Bruce smiled and said, "Who invited you here?"

"Of course I will always be a loyal audience of Batman." Jack said, "Whether you are dreaming or not."

"What the hell is going on?" Jason looked at the two of them and said, "What the hell are you doing?!"

With the help of Poison Ivy, the Robins who came to the dream world and Batman and Batwoman who came here before all rushed here. They all kept a distance from the two of them carefully and just stood around and observed them.

"I'm sorry." Bruce shrugged and said, "It's just that I need a drama that is exciting enough to be used as material for my doctoral application."

"Drama?!" Jason looked at him with gritted teeth.

"Very exciting, isn't it?" Bruce turned his head and looked at everyone, his eyes swept across everyone's face. He said: "The confused young heroes chose to retreat in confusion about the future and returned to the lives of ordinary people, but stood up again when faced with a major disaster many years later. Their heroic hearts have not been extinguished, but because of the wasted years, they no longer have the ability to save everyone, and can only watch their families being harmed."

"A true hero who has lost all his abilities and even become extremely weak has not forgotten his original intention for decades, and even relied on unimaginable amazing willpower to completely break through the restrictions imposed on him by his natural enemies and finally saved the world."

"A righteous sheriff who indulged the son of an old friend for a long revenge because of his guilt finally realized his mistakes, overcame his guilt, and chose to let his sympathetic and beloved nephew face the judgment of the law."

"They influenced each other, redeemed each other, and finally saved the city and rebuilt new justice on the ruins left by the disaster."

Jack applauded, and Bruce raised his head proudly, but soon he put his eyes on Jack's face again.

"Then there is only one question now, my dear Mr. Disaster, where did you come from? You are not the disaster designed by me, which prevented this play from having a perfect ending. I have to stand up and explain to everyone in advance."

Bruce was very dissatisfied, but Jack smiled and said: "I said, I will always be a loyal audience of Batman. How can I not participate in such a wonderful drama?"

Bruce was about to speak, but Jack suddenly pulled his face down, stared at Bruce and said: "Do you think I will say that? Why does your lousy movie need a perfect ending?! The delicious popcorn is the reason for you to show the audience a pile of shit?!"

Bruce was obviously stunned. He squinted his eyes and stared at Jack. Jack wrinkled the muscles around his nose and said: "It's better to I said that my ending was to sprinkle some rainbow candy needles on your shit. Although the shit is still shit, it looks much better. "

"Is that how you evaluate my drama?!"

"If this thing can really be called a drama." Jack snorted coldly and said, "I think I know why you can't apply for a doctorate in three years. Three years later, three years later, you are ready to take your application materials to the grave!"

Bruce's face has become very ugly. He stared at the clown and said, "It's not you who decides whether my application is passed or not."

"Oh, yes, how could I forget that professor." Jack grinned and said, "Before you are ready to put this pile of shit on his desk, you'd better put on your clothes to prevent him from beating the shit out of you."

Bruce really put them on.

Jack rolled his eyes, folded his arms and turned around and said, "I don't want to listen at all. He has to comment on a pile of shit, but who told me to come here to satisfy my addiction to bombing? Come with me."

"So all this is just a game for you?!" Jason turned his head and looked at Bruce who passed by him. Although he was wearing a bat suit, he didn't look like Batman at all.

He glared at Bruce fiercely, but Bruce turned his head lightly and said, "Why not? Why so serious?"

Jason pressed his shoulders and punched him in the head. Bruce dodged backwards, pulled Jason's hand away and threw him aside and said, "Do you think I will be a good doctor? Carefully and patiently mediate the conflict between you? Don't joke, no one cares about the little things between you except you two."

Jason's face became very stiff, but he had to go to treat Batman now. He stared coldly at Bruce who was walking away, and finally picked up Batman again.

Spider-Man landed in front of the mob leader and looked at him with ill intentions, but just as the Joker and Bruce disappeared into a portal, the mob leader took off his sunglasses.

Spider-Man's eyes widened suddenly because he saw a familiar face, a familiar hooked nose that he had seen in the photos of "Gotham Travels".

Bruce followed the Joker through the portal and came to a hospital. Bruce looked around and said with some confusion: "Arkham Asylum? Which universe?"

"Of course it's the father and son who are enemies." Jack said, and Bruce knew he was referring to Arkham Batman and Arkham Knight Jason.

The fog outside the window had not yet dissipated, and Bruce followed Jack all the way to a room at the end of the office building.

When he opened the door, there was no one inside, but a desk full of documents, a felt board with photos nailed on it, and a wall covered with storyboards.

Walking along the room, Bruce found that the storyboards on the wall were similar to those in the dream world, but also different, and many of them had familiar people on them.

The owner of the gift shop where he worked, the little girl who was the first victim of the Claw Killer, the leader of the thugs who led the riot...

Their postures frozen in the photos made Bruce feel familiar, and countless fragments flashed in his mind.

His steps paused, and suddenly he understood something.

Jack stood in front of him and looked back at him, smiling and saying, "Don't worry, we'll be there soon."

The malicious light flashing in his pupils was exactly the same as when those people in the photo looked at the camera.

The last door was pushed open.

Clayface, Puppet Master, Professor Pigface, Mr. Freeze, Harley Quinn, Scarecrow, Two-Face, Riddler...

Surrounded by a group of lunatics, sitting in the center of the room was Schiller Rodriguez.

When the dim daylight shone in, he was like a black bird standing on thorns, with the whole world reflected in his gray pupils.

Bruce walked in, Schiller stood up from his chair, the sun swallowed the eclipse, and the black bird spread its wings.

The lunatics looked at Bruce at the same time, and Schiller smiled and opened his arms.

"Welcome to Gotham... The Laughing Bat."

Ding Ding!