Chapter 789: Deadly Joke (XVI)

Finally, Constantine and Bruce sat side by side on the curb of the street, looking at the prosperous neon lights of the commercial street opposite. Constantine's brain, which was poisoned by drugs and alcohol, could always see many hallucinations from such lights. Then, Constantine said to Bruce:

"You are not from here, you should not come here, you should go back to where you live, instead of sitting here with a bitter smile."

"Yes, they all said so." Bruce replied, they said I don't belong here, I should get out early, I don't live in the same society as them, and I can't find any answers here,

"No, that's not what I mean." Constantine said: "When I told an angel that you shouldn't walk in the kingdom of hell, I wasn't talking about how beautiful heaven is and persuading him to go back and enjoy that kind of life, but Warn him not to go with us."

"People who are already in the abyss can't save others. They can't even save themselves. I can't stand up now. I feel like vomiting. My mind is full of those despicable hallucinations. You can't expect me to go to the charity to help the poor, you can't expect me to go to the church to spread the gospel, you can't ask me to change this city..."

Constantine glanced at his palms, which were covered with wrinkles of the years. He was not old, but his bad habits over the years had brought his body to the brink of collapse. He said: "You are young, strong, energetic, rich and stable. You can do many things that I can't do. Those are things I once wanted to do, but ultimately didn't do..."

"Why didn't you do it?" Bruce asked.

"Because I was pulled down by the hand reaching out from hell, this is my fate." Constantine looked back at the alleys of the slums and said, "Whether they were born in hell or lured in halfway, they are not born bad people, and they may have thought about saving the world."

"Don't think this is a very naive thing, Batman, the things you once thought about in the attic and spent time doing may not achieve the results you want, and may be much smaller than what you can do, but this is not ridiculous."

"You feel that everyone is looking at you and mocking you. You can obviously do ten points, but you only do one point, and you are complacent about it."

"But in fact, If someone has received your favor, he will only thank you, and those who have not received your favor cannot ask for more on behalf of the beneficiary, because it is not the bystanders who saved him, but you. "

"For example, you tried to save me, but for some reason, you did not have the ability to save me. I saw your efforts for this, so I am willing to treat you as my friend. If someone jumps out and says that you have not worked hard enough and you should do more to save me, I will punch him. "

Constantine looked at Bruce's face and did not find that his expression was relaxed. He could understand what Bruce was thinking now. The frequency of his soul beats was telling his mood at the moment.

Before this, Batman might have thought all this was very simple. His purpose was to fight criminals and avenge his parents. He thought he had done a lot of work. In just two years, he stopped countless crimes. ...

Later, Bruce Wayne also planned to make some changes. He planned to use the power of the Wayne Group to do more things. He was originally full of ambition for this.

But the crazy reality was like a blow to the head. He found that the reason why Gotham became like this was not what he imagined. The criminals were shameless, the poor were unwilling to work hard, and those who were deeply trapped in this vortex had problems protecting themselves. When he fell, he couldn't get out of it.

What he did and thought in the past seemed very ridiculous. He was not the night, because standing on the roof of Wayne Building, the night he saw was still not dark enough. He was not revenge. The tragedy of his life might not be just one or two criminals he knocked down.

Constantine took a deep breath and found that Bruce was in a very dangerous state. His spirit was sliding towards a certain abyss, and some hidden nature was being awakened.

He had comforted Bruce as much as he could

, but Constantine knew that he was not very good at comforting people.

And if Batman didn't think it through, the consequences would be very serious. This was not just a simple case of a well-trained superhero turning into a super villain. The collapse of Wayne Group was the most terrible.

Constantine rubbed his eyes with his palms, thought for a while, and decided to call for help. He left the place where Bruce was sitting, looking back every few steps, found the nearest public telephone booth, and called the Gotham Police Department.

In the Gotham Police Department, Gordon was interrogating Cobblepot.

But he was impatient to do this, because he knew that no matter which hospital Cobblepot went to, he would be given a mental illness report. In the end, he would definitely not be put in prison, but would still have to go to Arkham Asylum, but that place had become the base of the gangster boss, and Cobblepot going there would be like going home.

Moreover, whenever he was asked about the key information of hiring a killer, Cobblepot would cross himself. Everyone in Gotham knew what this meant. The police chief was the Godfather's man. As Gordon interrogated him, the chief's face became more and more wrong.

At this time, he just received a call from Constantine. When he heard that Batman had a problem, he could take this opportunity to leave.

When he came to Bruce's place, Gordon was also shocked by Bruce's current state. He knew the consequences of Batman's madness better than Constantine.

So, he hurriedly pressed Bruce's shoulder and said, "Bruce! Look at me, I'm James, we can talk, really..."

When he pressed Bruce's shoulder, he found that Bruce's body was shaking. Gordon listened carefully, as if he could still hear the uncontrolled laughter coming from his chest.

Gordon had a bad feeling. He covered his forehead and said, "Jesus! What happened? Did that lunatic do it again?!"

Suddenly, Bruce looked up and asked, "I gave you the bat light, but why did you hardly light it?"

"I..." Gordon hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't want to lie to you. The fact is that the bat light is really useful as a light. It has great power and can illuminate the entire yard of the police station. So, I fixed it on the roof behind the police station building..."...

At this point, Gordon quickly saved the situation and said, "But it can be used normally even if it is fixed there. Just adjust the angle and the shape of a bat will appear over Gotham..."

"And the reason I didn't do that all the time is because I thought you were busy." Gordon sighed and said, "Okay, let's stop playing those guessing games. To be honest, Wayne has to manage the Wayne Group, Bruce has to go to school, Bruce Wayne has to raise children and educate them, and Batman has to go out to fight crime..."

"I really don't know when to find you so as not to interrupt what you are going to do. If it's not really a very difficult matter, I don't want to use this method to solve it."

Bruce looked up at him, as if he felt that Gordon Gordon didn't tell the truth. At this time, Gordon turned his head and looked at Constantine. Constantine shrugged and said, "You guys chat first. I need to find a place to lie down. I feel very uncomfortable." After that, he turned and left. Gordon also sat on the curb. He said, "Since I got promoted, I understand one thing. The inaction of the Gotham Police Department is not entirely due to insufficient firepower." "There are three types of people who will be policemen in Gotham. One is the villains with no bottom line. Their purpose of coming to the police station is to collect money. Their boss lets them in to facilitate the work. If other people give them money, they will also be happy to help certain criminals. Get rid of the crime."

"The second type of people are just ordinary people. They only regard the profession of police as a job. They go when someone calls them. Whether the problem can be solved depends on luck. If someone gives them money, they will take it. As long as it is not too difficult, they will do it. They think that all the evils in Gotham will naturally disappear and they don't need to work hard. "

"There is also the last type, like my colleague Bullock. He looks like a bad policeman on the surface and often takes money from those gangs, but in fact, he is a good man. He uses his own methods to solve many people's troubles and do his best to uphold justice..."

"What about you?" Bruce looked at him and asked.

"Me?... They say I'm a lunatic." Gordon looked up at the sky and said, "Indeed, I am a lunatic in this city. I don't take bribes, and I don't help the gangs. As long as someone calls the police, I will do my best to solve the problem, even at the cost of my own safety and life."

"At first, I was very angry. How could they call me a lunatic? It's obviously them who are crazy, and it's obviously them who are sinking with evil, and only I am out of the mud and untainted. But later, I found that being a lunatic in Gotham is not a bad thing."

Bruce's eyes turned and looked at Gordon, seeming a little confused as to why he said such a thing.

In his impression, Gordon is really the last conscience of Gotham. You can have no hope for anything that happens here, but you can always trust Gordon.

"One day, I got caught up in a very complicated gang dispute. Everyone in the police station, including the intern who had just been here for three days, advised me to make a big deal out of a small matter."

"Then, I drove an armed police car to the downstairs of the mansion. Brock, who was driving, pointed a rocket launcher at a window of the mansion. I carried a rifle and entered the scene where the gang bosses were talking."...

"I told them that I must get the truth, otherwise we will die here together. Anyway, except for me, none of them is innocent, and I volunteered."

"They all said I was crazy..." Gordon narrowed his eyes and looked at the neon lights on the opposite street. He said, "Everyone was shocked and said I was a lunatic."

"They began to blame each other, saying that the other party had provoked me, a lunatic. In the end, they found out the real culprit behind the scenes and shot him dead. One of the gang bosses sent a car to take me back to the police station and told the police chief that the Godfather should not let a lunatic be the detective."

"Look." Gordon spread his hands and said, "In this city, if you want to stop crime, you can't be a good person, you have to be a madman."

Gordon took a deep breath and stood up, bent down, held his knees with both hands, looked down at Bruce and said:

"Batman, don't think of yourself as the only normal person in this city, because we all know that there are no normal people here."

Gordon looked at Bruce with an indescribable hope, as if he saw his former self, he said:

"I don't want to use the Batlight to find you, not because I don't believe in your determination to fight crime, not because I think you are useless, but because if you think of yourself as a normal person, you can't deal with these lunatics."

"Don't be ashamed of madness, only when you are crazier than everyone else can you defeat them."

Sitting in the same place, Bruce thought of the fire he saw, where he saw a reality crazier than the Joker.

Batman always felt that he was a normal person, and in contrast, the Joker who only laughed was a madman.

But now Bruce found that in this crazy reality, no one can escape from it. In the past ten years when he dreamed of revenge, he was still affected by madness and blinded by it.

The endless rain here all year round is fair to everyone. If you think you are not crazy yet, then you may have been crazy for a long time.

Bruce thought again, if he can't be sure that he is sober, how can he deal with criminals? How can he save Gotham?

Faced with this question, Gordon couldn't answer it either. He was not very good at this kind of philosophical thinking, and could only rely on experience to persuade Bruce.

But he knew who was good at this, so he called Harvey Dent, Bruce's mentor and friend.

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