The door was opened, and Bruce, who was returning home, saw Gordon, who used his only moving arm to turn the wheelchair, come to the kitchen and pick up a knife. Bruce came out of the bathroom and stared at him in the darkness.
"I'm sorry about your parents." Gordon's eyes regained their luster, appearing very bright in the darkness, and he said, "But I tried my best."
"No, uncle, I was just talking out of anger. You are not dragging me down, and you can't do it just to avoid dragging me down..."
"No, I just don't want to indulge you anymore." Gordon said, "I suddenly figured out something - right is right, and 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 even more indifferent to right from wrong. This is also my only mistake."
Gordon looked at Bruce and said: "I have not found the murderer of your parents. If the law finds that I am at fault, it will convict me and you will not need to impose sanctions."
"I failed to save my friends, leaving their children homeless and homeless, and I failed to redress their grievances. If I decide that I am at fault, I will condemn myself and you will not need to punish me."
"You don't have any position 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 prevent you from making 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 Gu Yin has collected enough incriminating evidence. Before we can
After both of them die, all this will be announced by the informant, and you will have the trial you should face."
"No!!!!!"
Jason hugged Batman who was shot and fell. Seeing the Joker approaching step by step, he no longer had any fear, only the endless anger that went to his head.
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 get lost in that gaze.
Peter, who was loosened, looked up at the figure flying in the sky. He slowly stood up, and the world around him began to spin around him. The flow of people and streets were like birds in the storm. Only he was clear at this moment.
of.
Why sacrifice the safety of one group of people in exchange for that of another group of people? Why do we have to change the fate of another group of people in order to ensure the safety of one group of people?
Because he is not strong enough yet.
If he had exercised his self-control immediately after acquiring the spider power, he would not have had to run away passively when facing Thompson because he was worried about hitting too hard, causing Jason to stand up for him and break the toy.
Instead of losing money, you can teach them a moderate lesson so that they will not do bad things again.
If he had learned the hard way after the teddy bear was broken, honed his skills, and practiced how to deal with criminals, he would not have caused a traffic jam in the process of chasing the Claw Killer, causing an accident that changed the fate of others.
If after learning what happened to Bruce, he would no longer be entangled and confused, but realize that all this was just because he was not strong enough, and then continue to hone his superhero skills and do his best in the past twenty years to become a superhero.
Build yourself into a perfect justice machine, then no one will die in today's disaster.
Even if there is one, then if you give yourself another ten years, maybe it won't be there.
Those who strive to hone and surpass themselves are not only for the perfect execution of justice, but also naturally become a stronger driving force when things go wrong. Even if they still fail to become a perfect superhero in the end, these decades
Every effort you put in will eventually converge into a river called a clear conscience.
Clark flew over the crowd, the birds in the storm suddenly became quiet, and Spider-Man slowly raised an arm.
With a whoosh, the moment the spider silk launcher appeared, a thread of spider silk wrapped around Clark's arm. He suddenly pulled it upward, turned around and suddenly took off into the air.
The spider suit appeared on Spider-Man again. He grabbed the webbing with both hands and swung it over the heads of the panicked crowd. Clark threw the webbing forward. Spider-Man rolled to the ground, half-knelt on the ground and slowly got 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 on both ends of the sunglasses lenses.
Bruce, who was wearing a sweatshirt with a smiley face on it, and the clown, who was wearing a truck driver uniform, stood face to face.
"Long time no see, Jack." Bruce called out the name of the clown opposite. Jack shook the bomb launch button in his hand, looked at Bruce and said, "You came all this way just to play these pretend games here?"
"Yeah, you're right, it's just a game, why should it be so serious?" Bruce smiled and said, "Who invited you here?"
"Of course I'll always be a loyal Batman fan," Jack said, "whether you're 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 the Batman and Batwoman who came here before all rushed here. They all carefully kept a distance from the two of them and just stood around.
Watch them.
"I'm sorry." Bruce shrugged and said, "It's just that I need a good enough drama to be used for my PhD application."
"Drama?!" Jason gritted his teeth and looked at him.
"It's wonderful, isn't it?" Bruce turned to look at everyone, his eyes swept over everyone's face, and he said: "The confused young hero chose to retreat and return to the life of ordinary people under the confusion about the future.
Many years later, they stood up when faced with another catastrophe. Their heroic hearts were still intact, but because of the wasted years, they no longer had the ability to save others. They could only watch their families being harmed."
"A true hero who lost all his abilities and even became extremely weak remained true to his original intention for decades. He even relied on unimaginable amazing willpower to completely break through the limitations of natural enemies and finally save the world."
"A righteous police sergeant who allowed his old friend's son to pursue a lengthy revenge out of guilt finally realized his mistake, overcame his guilt, and chose to let his sympathetic and loving nephew face the justice of the law."
"They influence each other, redeem each other, and ultimately save the city and rebuild new justice on the ruins left by the disaster."
Jack clapped, and Bruce raised his head proudly, but soon he focused his eyes on Jack's face again.
"Then there is only one question. My dear Mr. Catastrophe, where did you come from? You are not a disaster designed by me. This prevented the scene from ending perfectly, and I had to stand up early.
Come out and explain to everyone."
Bruce showed dissatisfaction, 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 theatrical performance?"
Bruce was about to speak, but Jack suddenly pulled his face down, stared at Bruce and said, "Do you think I would say that? Why does your really bad movie need a perfect ending?! The popcorn is good enough.
Eating is the reason why you show the audience a piece of shit?!"
Bruce was obviously stunned. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Jack. Jack wrinkled the muscles around his nose and said, "It would be better to say that I sprinkled some Skittles needles on your shit at the end. Even though shit is still shit, anyway,
It looks much better."
"That's how you evaluate my drama?!"
"If this thing can really be called a drama." Jack snorted coldly and said, "I know why you failed to apply for a Ph.D. in three years. Three years later, and three years later, you are going to send your application materials
Take it to the grave!"
Bruce's face had turned ugly. He stared at the clown closely and said, "Whether my application is approved or not is not your decision."
"Oh, yes, why did I forget about that professor?" Jack grinned and said, "Before you prepare to put this piece of shit on his desk, you'd better put on your clothes first to prevent him from doing so.
Beat the shit out of you."
Bruce actually put it on.
Jack rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, turned around and said, "I don't want to hear it at all. He insists on making a comment about shit, but who made him let me come here and have a blast?"
Addiction, come with me."
"So this is all just a game to you?!" Jason turned to look at Bruce who passed by him. Although he was now wearing a bat suit, he looked nothing like Batman.
He glared at Bruce fiercely, but Bruce turned his head lightly and said, "Why not? Why do you have to be so serious?"
Jason pressed his shoulder and punched his head. Bruce ducked back, pulled Jason's hand away and threw him aside and said, "Do you think I will be a good doctor?"
?Mediate the conflicts between you carefully and patiently? Don't be kidding, no one cares about the little things between you except you."
Jason's face became very stiff, but he had to save Batman now. He stared coldly at Bruce who was walking away, and finally picked up Batman again.
Spider-Man fell in front of the mob leader and looked at him maliciously. But after the clown and Bruce disappeared through a portal, the mob leader took off his sunglasses.
Spider-Man's eyes suddenly widened because he saw a familiar face, it was the familiar aquiline nose he had seen in the photos of "Gotham Travels".
Bruce followed the clown through the portal, and they came to a hospital. Bruce looked around and said with some confusion: "Arkham Asylum? Which universe is it from?"
"Of course it's from the enemy father and son." Jack said, and Bruce knew he was referring to Arkham Batman and Arkham Knight Jason.
The heavy fog outside the window had not yet cleared, and Bruce followed Jack to a room at the end of the office building.
When I opened the door, there was no one inside, but a desk full of documents, a felt board with photos pinned on it, and a wall covered with storyboards.
Walking along the house, Bruce discovered that the storyboard pictures on the wall were similar to those in the dream world, but different, and many of them had familiar people appearing 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 thug who led the trouble...
Their postures frozen in the photo made Bruce feel like they had seen each other before, and countless fragments flashed through his mind.
His footsteps paused, and he suddenly understood something.
Jack just stood in front of him and looked back at him, smiling and saying, "Don't be impatient, we'll be there soon."
The malicious glint in his pupils was exactly the same as when those people in the photo looked into the camera.
The last door was pushed open.
Clayface, Puppet Master, Professor Pigface, Mr. Freeze, Harley Quinn, Scarecrow, Two-Face, Riddler...
Surrounded by a crowd of lunatics, sitting in the center of the room was none other than Schiller Rodriguez.
When the dim sunlight came in, he looked like a black bird standing on a thorn, with the whole world reflected in his gray pupils.
Bruce walks in, Schiller rises from his chair, the sun engulfs the eclipse, and the blackbird spreads its wings.
The madmen looked at Bruce at the same time, and Schiller opened his arms with a smile.