The sound of electricity sounded in the Batcave, and the huge curved screen instantly lit up, but Batman's hand did not press the switch.
The cold screen light reflected on the dark cloak, illuminating the bat's wings into dark blue, but soon, more bright colors appeared, green like fireflies and red like blood, taking turns to flow on Batman's armor
, light and color danced on the dark cloak.
Batman turned around and saw a familiar face, green hair combed back, blood-red lips grinning widely, eyes staring at the screen, full of unspeakable madness and cruelty.
"clown……"
Batman said his name softly, as if he was reading his lover's name ten thousand times without satisfaction, and heavy emotions flowed out along the end of the sound.
The huge curved screen was filled with this crazy face, and what was even more daunting was that the skin on the face seemed to have just been attached to the muscles. The folds and muscles of the smile were completely different.
Like a painted skin.
In front of the screen, Batman saw obvious scars on the Joker's neck. The skin seemed to have been peeled off by someone, but was glued back again.
"Long time no see, Batman. I know that during my absence, you have a new love!" The clown raised his lips and exposed his teeth. He said: "I just lost the beauty on my face."
Skin, you just fell in love with each other and completely forgot about our past passion!"
"You damn sinner, traitor!" The Joker's tone suddenly increased, but then slowed down again: "Oh, damn, what am I talking about? How can I say that to the great Bat?"
"Batman will never betray me..." The clown muttered like he was dreaming: "Of course, of course, we all know this. Outsiders cannot interfere with our affairs. This is our family matter, just like you and those people.
Just like the birds..."
"Just like the scream that the bird made when I broke its wings! Hahahahahahaha! ... Sorry, I'm talking nonsense again, I didn't just break his wings! I smashed his whole body
bones! He is constantly screaming, crawling, trying to escape, and counting on you to save him... But he is dead! Dead!!!"
"In case you forget this, I can only repeat his name again - Jason Todd! The former Robin, the current Robin, is he still your Robin now? Of course!"
"He forgave you so compassionately and returned to you, but unfortunately, he will never forget all that, hahahahaha!"
Before the crazy laughter could completely fall out of the clown's mouth, he stopped again as if someone had strangled his neck. Suddenly, he put his whole face in front of the screen and stared at the other side of the screen fiercely.
People said:
"Answer me, Batman! You won't betray me! ...I heard your answer, so it's all his fault! It's all his fault! It's all Schiller Rodriguez's fault! He seduced
He killed you, you damn devil!!!”
The crazy expression on the clown's face slowly disappeared. Suddenly, he became calm and his eyes were full of philosophical thoughts. He was a little far away from the camera, only a little, but it allowed Batman to see through the upper right corner of the screen.
In the gap, I saw a pale face.
That's Schiller.
"Tell me, isn't this interesting?"
The clown's voice sounded again, and his tone contained thinking, like a scholar, as if he was thinking in someone's shoes and 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 quietly watched the Joker's performance. He had seen this kind of performance more than once, but each time it was more painful than the last.
However, this time, the tragic situation was beyond his imagination. As the clown leaned his forward body back, the other half of the screen was completely exposed.
Schiller was sitting on a chair, his arms were fixed to the armrests of the chair, and he was covered in blood because at least a dozen steel nails had been driven into his body, not only penetrating his internal organs but also his bones.
For a moment, Batman's fists clenched, but soon, the Joker's voice sounded again: "Do you think I'm evil? Batman, you are always like this, using the greatest malice to speculate on others."
"Oh! This time, I didn't hurt anyone!" The clown suddenly laughed, put a finger to his mouth, and whispered: "...This is of his own free will!"
"When I knocked him to the ground and gave him a blow on his back, he lay on the ground and told me that I could kidnap him, but there was a condition..."
"When I used him to perform the execution for you, he had something to say to you, but out of the principle of fair dealing, a steel nail would be enough to change the words."
Batman's fingertips trembled regularly, and the Joker's sharp laughter echoed in his ears. After laughing for a few seconds, the Joker breathlessly said: "Listen to this word, fair trade."
!Sounds like something Batman would say!"
"What, you said I won't keep my promise? You said Schiller was deceived by me?" The clown suddenly put a hand behind his ear and faced the screen, performing a one-man show of dialogue between the two.
"No, no, no, you misunderstood me, Batman! I will ask him to speak, of course I will! But if he doesn't have the strength to speak due to pain and excessive blood loss, you can't blame me..."
The clown kept smiling and stepped away from the camera. He walked behind Schiller, grabbed Schiller's neck with his pale, ghostly claw-like hands, 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 smash all the bones of that little bird, I will
I didn't think of this good thing, but good things always come in handy, right, Batman?"
After saying that, amid the clown's sharp and cruel laughter, the hammer fell heavily on Schiller's shoulder.
The scream that Batman expected to ring in his ears did not appear, and he instinctively raised his eyes to look into Schiller's eyes.
In an instant, he understood that Schiller had now blocked all senses and perceptions and fell into extreme rationality, just like when they tested each other before.
Condensate all extreme emotions into something higher, overlooking yourself and others.
"Look, Batman, I only have 15 sentences because I keep my word better than this lunatic."
"A steel nail is another word, and I won't say another word."
"In other words, if you don't understand, I won't repeat it a second time."
Schiller spoke very fast, as if he was reciting a spell. The hammer fell heavily on him, but it failed to make his tone fluctuate at all.
"The communication of minds that people often say is not completely unachievable, but the prerequisite is that two people must be similar enough."
"When thoughts resonate, the spiritual world can be connected."
"We are the same kind of people, and no one in the world is more similar to us than Schiller and Batman."
"When we face each other, it's like looking in the mirror."
"Batman is always lonely. He doesn't need a partner on this road, but you must understand me before you can save me."
"Close your eyes and read 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 of tone had already led him to see his lonely self.
"Down, down, down again, see the darkness, see the light."
"Follow the light and keep moving forward..."
Schiller's speaking speed is getting faster and faster, and the face of the clown behind him is getting more and more ferocious. He knows that something he cannot accept is happening, so he swings the hammer faster and faster. Schiller has seen death coming.
Wave to him, but the weaker the mental fluctuations, the clearer the path becomes.
"Find me, find me..."
"Find yourself, find yourself..."
"Find the hope you have longed for."
In an instant, endless white light overwhelmed Batman, and after the light dissipated, a huge tower suddenly descended in the thick fog.
Pursuing the voice in his heart, Batman rose into the sky, merged into the thick fog, and then landed on the top of the tower like a dexterous bat.
Such an accident had already caused the guests in the theater to rush out of the room. Bruce, who had just rushed to the patio railing, turned back as if he felt something.
In an instant, Bruce saw a pair of eyes like torches in the thick fog.
When Batman's experienced eyes saw those slightly innocent blue eyes, countless memory fragments took him into that dream-like world.
The criminals who are taking the right path one after another, Gotham gradually restoring order, the sun falling when the dark clouds disperse, the city as clean and clear as diamonds, and the tears falling from the eyes of all Gothamites...
Countless fragments passed by his ears like wind, until finally, a point of light lit up among the slowly floating starlight.
The hand writing on the blackboard stopped, and the teacher looked back. The tired 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 path of light that was completely different from darkness.
When the dazzling sunshine shines on this bat accustomed to darkness, the dark clouds in Gotham that never disperse are like his strong and tenacious self, and the continuous rain is like tears filling his eyes.
When Batman sees the hope of light coming, no one can stop him. He wants to save and protect this hope.
The next second, endless black tide surged out from between the bat's wings. The tremors of the two souls became stronger and stronger, and the rhythm became more and more consistent, like a symphony reaching its climax.
The most original darkness in the universe instantly flooded the tower.
Schiller, who was tied to a chair in reality, suddenly raised his head, and at this time, the clown's dagger had already cut his neck open.
Suddenly, Schiller's expression completely changed. The clown ran up to him like crazy and grabbed his neck with his extremely thin hands.
Schiller opened his mouth, but what came out was not his voice.
"You can't kill me...because, I am Batman."
The Joker's eyes widened, he strangled Schiller's neck, shook him back and forth and screamed: "No! No! Batman!! How could you!!!"
At this moment, the corners of his mouth that were lowered like Batman slowly raised. Although his eyes were still serious, it was obvious that another soul had returned again.
There is nothing more harmonious than when the expressions of two souls are reflected in the same face, solitary shadows in pairs.
"Joker, you have made too many people lose too many things with your disorderly chaos and madness... Today, you will understand - the feeling of loss!"
Schiller's tone is still as soft as a feather, his words are elegant, his tone is decent, and he has nothing to do with madness.
But he suddenly raised his other hand with intact bones. The same pale and thin hand firmly grasped the wrist of the clown's hand holding the dagger. The powerful clamping force coming from it was more like
The ghostly hand that drags people into hell.
"Today, you will lose -" Schiller raised his tone and uttered the name like a chant: "...Batman!!!"
"Bah!"
The hand holding the wrist, with decisive strength, cut open the artery on the side of Xi Le's neck with the dagger, causing blood to fly high.
Blood like a red ribbon slowly fell down, landing on the clown's face, caressing his eyes gently, as gentle as a mother's hand.
His bloodshot red eyes were full of fear and disbelief,
Seeing the life of the man in front of him gradually disappearing, this lunatic who represents madness itself, Gotham's eternal nightmare - the clown, let out an unprecedented scream of terror: