Chapter 787: Deadly Joke (XIV)

If you want to defeat a madman, you can only be crazier than him. Bruce is now crazier than the Joker.

Cobblepot was not crazy to begin with. He had a physical mental problem and was at the bottom of the villain contempt chain. Facing a crazy Batman, he had to admit that he lost.

"Wayne, our game is over. I admit that you won. I don't care what the final outcome of the children you took away was. Just looking at your current state, you did win."

Cobblepot raised his hands and stepped back a few steps and said, "If you want to embarrass me in this way, there is really no need. We are all businessmen. Don't make it so undignified..."

Bruce just stared at him with his bright eyes. He said, "Why can't you understand me? I am indeed here to do business with you. I have said that I have memorized all the information near the living hell. I have all the information you want here. You just need to pay for it..."

Cobblepot showed a helpless expression. He stood there, took a deep breath, and then walked to the telephone behind him and called the Gotham Police Department.

Cobblepot didn't want the police to take Bruce Wayne away, he wanted the police to take him away.

I can't afford to offend, but I can hide. The worst that can happen is that I will go to jail for a few months, and by the way, I can also build relationships with the gangster boss I haven't seen for a long time.

In this way, Cobblepot was taken away by Gordon, Bruce's plan to make extra money was ruined, and his memory that was far superior to ordinary people was no longer useful.

Looking at Cobblepot's leaving back, Bruce did not feel the joy of victory at all, he was only full of regret, thinking that Cobblepot was crazy.

Cobblepot wanted to reorganize the rules around the Hell of Fire, and Bruce just came to him with a solution and sincerity, but he chose to call the police and surrender himself. If this is not crazy, what is it?

Standing in front of the Iceberg Restaurant, Bruce sighed and looked at the still gloomy sky of Gotham. He knew that he had to find another way out.

It's not that he was tired of the truck driver's job, but the truck he got was at the end of its life, and he didn't have that much money to fill the bottomless pit of repairing the truck.

Fortunately, the place he moved to now, although it leaked every day and made constant noise, had one advantage, that is, the location was very good.

It was very close to the dock, much closer than where Serena lived, which meant that Bruce could work as a porter.

After discovering this, Bruce felt the excitement and joy he had never felt in the past month, because the threshold for porters was much lower than that of truck drivers, and even the birth and residence were not checked, as long as anyone could do it.

On a morning when the temperature rose, Bruce came to the dock to apply for a job. The person in charge of recruiting took a look at his figure, shook his head and said, "You are too thin, and there is no muscle on your arms, so you can't sell it for a good price."

"But I'm very strong." Bruce said.

The recruiter flipped through the book in his hand impatiently and said, "Everyone who comes here says so, even if they are as thin as a bamboo pole... Forget it, if there is no shortage of people here, I really can't bear to deal with you."...

"First of all, do you smoke? Where do you live? Do you know any gang members?" The recruiter asked a series of questions, and Bruce answered truthfully. After hearing that he didn't smoke or drink, the recruiter rolled his eyelids and said, "You are from another place?"

Bruce could only nod and say, "But before that, I have been a truck driver for a while, and I am familiar with the roads. "" This is an excellent point. "The recruiting person answered him," But you can't do it on the ship's unloading. You have to do it in a week. After turning his eyes, he said: "Indoor scores were originally very low salary, but now there is a special job. Your partner is a bit special. As long as you have a lot of courage, the salary is 30 %." "I have a lot of courage." Bruce immediately answered. It was discovered that his partner was a crocodile. Therefore, Bruce's first emotion was not fear, disgust, or doubt, but envy. Bruce felt that if he looked like this, the agent would definitely not dare to cheat him.

In fact, Bruce recognized him. When he was in the dream world before, there was also such a crocodile in the cat city Gotham, but at that time, he was a crocodile cat. Bruce thought that there might be a corresponding criminal in the real Gotham City, but he didn't think he would appear like this.

But Bruce was not really nervous, because he knew that the crocodile cat was easy to get along with, so he walked up and greeted the crocodile, saying, "Hello, I am your future colleague, and I also work in this warehouse."

The crocodile turned his eyes, glanced at him, and asked in a buzzing voice, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Bruce looked up at his bloody mouth, but then his eyes fell on the box he was carrying. There were a bunch of metal parts in the box, which looked very heavy. Bruce looked at the side, and he walked over to move the same box, and then he found that he couldn't move it at all.

"Don't move." The crocodile man suddenly said, "That will sprain your waist, and if it breaks, you will have to pay for it."

The crocodile man's voice was a little hoarse, and his accent was very strange. It seemed that his vocal cords were different from those of ordinary people, but Bruce felt that he was already very good. After all, you can't ask more from a crocodile.

The two began to work in silence. Bruce asked the crocodile man about his situation, and then he learned that this crocodile was more unlucky than him.

The crocodile man is not a local, but he also comes from the vicinity of Gotham. He was originally a normal person, but he suffered from an atavistic disease, which made him look more and more like a crocodile. …

The town where he lived could not tolerate people with such appearance, and drove him out with guns and cannons.

With nowhere to go, the crocodile man could only come to Gotham to try his luck. At first, he lived in the sewer, and everyone should know what happened later.

In order to deal with the Court of Owls, Schiller froze the entire sewer of Gotham. Although the Court of Owls no longer exists in history, the freezing of the sewer has remained.

The crocodile man was very tragically sealed in a small room and starved for a whole month. It was not until the gangs renovated the cold storage that they dug him out.

But Gotham has an advantage, that is, the people here are well-informed and rarely make a fuss. The first thing they see is not the crocodile man’s weird head, but his strong arms, so the crocodile man joined the ranks of Gotham’s large-scale development.

Because he was arrested and sent to labor reform before he had time to kill anyone, he did not get the title of Killer Croc. Now he is just a strong and capable crocodile man, who gets the salary of one person and does the work of three people. The gang will give him the title of labor model.

"You mean, food and accommodation are provided here?" Bruce looked at the crocodile man and asked. The crocodile man glanced at him again, shook his big head, and said, "Don't think about it. They provide me with food and accommodation because I look very fierce. No one will rent a house for me. If I leave Gotham, no one will help them do so much work."

Bruce felt a little regretful, but he didn't say too much. In the next few days, he found that this was indeed a very ideal job for him. The crocodile man was so capable that Bruce didn't need to spend too much effort to carry heavy objects. He just needed to arrange the order of putting them on the shelves and put on the labels.

The salary here is not low, and unlike truck drivers who rely on the weather for food, the cargo transportation volume here is very large, and there is work to do every day. Bruce's slum life is back on track.

However, there is no day without unexpected events in Gotham.

Clouds, the weather forecast here is far from predicting the fickle weather. The warehouse near the seaside dock caught fire in a weather with a humidity of up to 87%.

It is impossible to know exactly how the fire started. When Bruce heard the news, he only heard the gatekeeper say that it seemed that the storage specifications of a chemical agent were incorrect, which led to a leak. In addition, one of the warehouse tally clerks was smoking, and the sparks fell on the chemical, which not only caused an explosion, but also caused a fire.

When he heard the word "chemicals", Bruce knew that something might have happened in the warehouse where he worked. Before leaving yesterday, he specially checked whether his labels were affixed, and those labels said "chemical agents, sent to ACE Chemical Plant".

Rushing into the warehouse area, Bruce found that the fire was very strong, but he knew he had to go in, because the crocodile man ate and lived inside the warehouse, and he definitely didn't have time to run out now.

Bruce didn't know whether the crocodile man would have the same habits as the crocodile, but whether he liked water or not, he definitely didn't like fire.

Bruce rushed in as fast as he could. He found the room where he worked. The fire here was not the biggest, but the smoke was thick. Bruce remembered that a batch of wood had just been delivered yesterday morning, but there was no time to send it away, so it became the best fuel. …

The blazing flames reflected on Bruce's face. When the flames hurt in his blue eyes, it was like the afterglow of the sunset under the blue sky, but this beautiful scene did not last long. Bruce heard a "bang" and the beams of the warehouse fell down, which meant that this place could not hold out for too long.

Bruce picked up his coat, covered his mouth and nose, and rushed in against the choking smoke and dust. He felt that he could save the crocodile man, but he overestimated his physical strength and underestimated the danger here.

As soon as he rushed in, Bruce saw that the crocodile man was pressed under the wood. There were many beams in the wood transported yesterday, and they all collapsed at this time. The crocodile man should not have noticed when he ran out, and was pressed. The beam just pressed on his waist, making it impossible for him to exert force.

Bruce wanted to lift the wood, but the reduction in muscle mass made him no longer so strong, and judging from the weight of the wood, even Batman in his prime might not be able to lift it up quickly, and Bruce already felt that he was about to run out of oxygen.

The only way now was to force the crocodile man out. Bruce half-knelt beside him and said to him: "Hold on, it may hurt a little, but it will be fine in a while..."

He grabbed the crocodile man's strong arm and pulled him out hard. The crocodile man screamed fiercely, but he couldn't move at all.

Bruce covered his mouth and nose with his coat and stood up staggeringly.

A noisy voice rang in his ears. He couldn't hear what was being said. He only smelled an extremely pungent smell of chemicals. He knew that this thing was poisonous when it burned.

It seemed that everything had come to an end. Bruce thought that he finally got what he wanted. He finally touched the bottom of this terrible abyss.

What was underneath? There was only death.

No, no, no, Bruce thought, not only death, not only death... there must be something else here.

Suddenly, the noisy noise became clear, and Bruce heard it. It was a laugh, a very happy laugh.

This laugh was so sincere that it sounded like the last cry left by countless wronged souls who died in the snowy night.

After the power was exhausted, his mind began to blur. In the shadow of the campfire, Bruce slowly fell down.

He lay on his back on the ground, the firelight shone on his face, gently caressing his cheeks, the smoke choked his throat, and the flames burned into his eyes.

Just like all the people in Gotham, in the fire of the secular world, the sins and punishments burned, the bones and blood turned to ashes, and the eighteen levels of hell could not burn a single tear.

The fire collapsed the shelves, and the shelf closest to Bruce collapsed with a bang. The countless chemicals on it fell on him like raindrops.

In the blazing flames, Bruce welcomed a Gotham night rain, which was cold and unbearable, and chilled to the bone.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose, because he saw the truth of the fire, and he was facing the craziest thing in the world - reality.

Thousands of ordinary people, in the ordinary life day after day, there is no huge war, no brilliant story.

Tired, hungry, insomnia, day after day, taking drugs, gambling, whoring, no redemption, looking for a job, a house, a partner, running around, no money, no love, no hope, alone.

At this moment, Batman finally understood why the Joker wanted to laugh.

Because the Joker saw a god standing on the clouds, vowing to save everything, and it took ten years.

Batman spent ten years living a joke.

This is really funny, so Bruce also laughed.

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