The night in Gotham is always soaked in the thick black like asphalt. The lead-gray clouds are rising in low pressure, and the drone lights wandering between the buildings are as bright as the electrocardiogram of a dying patient.
The flashing red and blue light of neon signs spasmed in the rain, spreading like blood vessels on the exterior walls of the building, illuminating the clown with a smiley mouth in the graffiti, and blending with the fleeting headlights at the alley.
Together.
In the night sky torn by the harsh sirens, the screen on the curtain wall of the building illuminated from the lower city to the upper city.
The same face appeared on all screens - a horrible face that was corroded by chemicals and was terrifying, making people beat their hearts with just one glance.
The terrifying monster showed a crazy laugh at the camera, as if telling everyone in Gotham that the nightmare that the long-lost nightmare in Dark City is back.
"Good evening, Gotham. Your old friends are here again, hoping to share good news with you--remember that wonderful death bet?"
"It's a pretty creative idea." The man on the screen pointed his finger at his head and said, "And I, the clown, decided to help talented artists realize his crazy ideas--just tonight!"
"Cheer, tonight is the moment when the walls collapse; cheer, tonight is the time when the flames burn; roar, tonight is the time when the waterfall breaks; cry, tonight - I will give everyone real freedom
!”
The clown's sharp laughter echoed in every corner of the city. Countless lights that had just lit up were extinguished for this, but more panic-like lights lit up. The largest and brightest among them, the moon-like one
, It is the bat light that is lit in the lower city.
Batman arrived as promised. But what he saw was not James Gordon, but a red-haired girl. Fiona moved the angle of the bat lamp with some effort, without any notice of the shadow gradually approaching behind her.
It wasn't until Batman coughed softly that Fiona turned around. She was obviously startled, but tried hard to calm down, leaned against the bat lamp, and said behind her back:
"Good evening, Batman. I didn't expect you to really come."
"How do you know I'm not dead?"
"James told me. He said that if you blow up your house, you can kill you, and then Batman would have died long ago. Then he gave me this big light bulb and asked me to try to call you."
"He has something to ask me for?"
"I'm asking you for something," said Fiona. "Have you read the clown's speech just now?"
Batman didn't answer her, and Fiona said to herself: "He kidnapped the rich. He said he would pay the price. Do you think he can do it?"
"You shouldn't listen to anything about that lunatic." Batman said.
"If he could really do it, would you stop him?" Fiona stared at Batman's eyes, whose gaze was so hot that Batman felt that his eyeball was burning.
"I'll stop the Joker's plot," Batman said. "You don't have to worry about it."
"Why do you do this?" Fiona's questioning tone stunned Batman.
"What?" he asked.
"If the Joker could make the rich people pay for the evil things they have done, why would you stop him? Just because he offended you?"
Fiona stepped forward and said, "You would say that if people are guilty, they should be left to the law to judge. But the law has never tried these people. Then if someone can replace the law and make them pay the price they deserve,
But you are really upholding justice when you stop this person?"
“Violence is not the solution.”
"Then why did you show up?"
Fiona didn't care about Batman's silence. She still looked into Batman's eyes and said, "We've been waiting for this day for too long. If you don't plan to stand on our side, then pretend you're dead.
This is because you have indeed protected some of us, I am reminding you."
"Batman, it feels bad to be framed. But if one day, the crime that will bring you to trial is no longer groundless, but you have really done something that disappoints everyone and stand in court.
At that moment, how do you face yourself?"
Fiona took two steps back and said, "Whoever blows up Wayne Manor, he gives you a chance to stay alone. If you can still listen to my persuasion, then just think you died in that explosion."
Don't show up before dawn."
After saying that, Fiona glanced at him for the last time and turned toward another door in the room.
Batman finally woke up. From Fiona's words, he realized a fact that Schiller did not blow up Wayne's estate on a whim.
Even at this point, the doctor still gave him a chance to escape.
Bruce Wayne is dead. Batman disappears, no one will find it strange. He has sufficient reasons to not show up, face anything tonight, just find a warm nest to hide and wait quietly for dawn
.
Should he do this? Batman asked himself in his heart. Should he let the Joker be the executioner and send those who cannot be tried by the law into hell, expecting that all problems will be solved?
The moment this question appeared in Batman's heart, the communicator's reminder sound was like a ghost, causing Batman's heart to jump.
"Where are you, Batman? Have you seen the Joker's speech?" The Pale Knight's somewhat anxious voice came from the other end, "The surveillance can be found where the Joker kidnapped that group of people, right?
You have to go and save people quickly!”
Listening to the strange silence on the other end of the phone, the Pale Knight's move to change out of the hospital suit paused. He slowly stood up straight and said to the phone: "Batman, what are you thinking? Why didn't you take action immediately?"
"Give me a reason to do this," Batman said.
"What?"
"They see crime as an investment." Batman's voice became deeper and deeper, sounding like he had sunk into the seabed thousands of meters deep. "Investment is always risky, isn't it?"
The Pale Knight's hand holding the phone began to turn white, and he roared at the other end, "What are you thinking! Batman?! Haven't you recognized the mistake yet?"
"Yes, I'm wrong." Batman finally said this. His heart finally calmed down. "What will really scare them is not people taking out the weapons of the law, but people putting the law down.
Take out your weapons.”
"It's not your mistake, it's our mistake." Pale Knight said quickly, "Our mistake was to expect to improve social welfare to save Gotham. Now your mistake was to expect to kill all the rich people.
You can save Gotham. Can you be more awake!"
The words of the Pale Knight were like a basin of ice water poured on Batman's head. He heard the Pale Knight continue to say:
"The Joker is misleading us on another wrong path. It makes us feel like we can solve all problems by killing overnight. But in fact, it's just not good at all!"
"Use your most talented brain in the world to think about it. How likely is it that we will take over all the headless industries within one night to ensure that no one steals anything and end up using it to endanger ordinary people?"
Batman suddenly woke up. According to his investigation, Gotham, in addition to the elite class, also had the Order Clan hidden in the dark.
Now that all the rich people are killed, the economic chaos caused by killing them will not improve the lives of ordinary people, but will make the Order Cultivate become fat in one bite.
He knew that the clown was not so kind!
Batman tried hard to suppress the negative emotions in his heart. He has done this action too many times recently, which has led to the effect getting worse and worse. But after spending a little time, he still did it.
Batman, who had briefly recovered his sanity, took a deep breath and said, "The Wayne Manor was blown up and my Bat Cave was affected some. Recently, I was in the laboratory at Wayne Mansion."
"I'll go there right now." The Pale Knight put on his coat and said, "The lesson I learned from my last failure is to never think about solving the problem overnight. It won't work any night!"
The neon lights in the rain curtains are stained with melted candy, flowing to the road with the rain, crushed by the speeding wheels, and splashing out a brilliant rainbow light.
The metal tray of the Gotham Bridge reflects several twisted afterimages.
Police frequency band noise pierces the on-board radio station: "All units pay attention that the target vehicle is breaking through the third blockade line--"
The Challenger engine suddenly burst out with a faint blue flame, and the exhaust pipe sprayed out rain mist mixed with the smell of gasoline. The tires plowed out several meters of black scars on the slippery road surface. The sparks that were drifting and turning ignited the roadside and installed on the roadside.
Half of the billboard materials, the fires surged into the sky on the road.
The police car wiper swung wildly at the highest gear, and the windshield was still covered with a blood-colored halo - the oil tanker behind was hit by a stray bullet, and the mushroom clouds rose, and the burning dollar bills were reflected in the rearview mirror.
The figure in the driver's seat braked and stepped out. Two police cars in the rearview mirror quickly turned the steering wheel. The moment the roadblock was knocked away, the Challenger's chassis brushed against the bridge deck and shot out a string of red Mars.
As soon as the Pale Knight turned and entered the intersection, two police cars that were out of control due to sudden brakes crashed towards him. Immediately afterwards, the challenger's huge body crashed into the rearview mirror on his side.
With a "bang", half of the pale Knight's body hit the steering wheel, and his ribs were so painful that they almost lost consciousness.
Bruce poked his head out and blew a sharp whistle. The Pale Knight suddenly gritted his teeth. The moment he wanted to step on the accelerator, the bloody smell from the night wind made him restrain his movements. He pushed
Open the car door and look back.
The two police officers in the police car were all unconscious due to the violent impact, and one of them was bleeding. The Pale Knight hurried out of the car, pulled the door open and pulled the police out.
The impact was not serious, and people were still conscious. The Pale Knight hurriedly called the ambulance. However, the explosion of the tanker truck that just happened on the Gotham Bridge and the unburned US dollar bills scattered all over the ground caused an unprecedented traffic jam.
It's impossible for the car to drive over.
The thin fingers touched the gun on the back of his waist. The pale knight took a deep breath before suppressing the anger in his heart. He turned his head suddenly and happened to see the smiling face of Bruce reflected in the rearview mirror.
Several police cars chasing behind drove over. The Pale Knight handed the injured policeman to his companion and got in the car again.
With a kick out of the accelerator, the two cars were one in front and one behind. There were two bright meteor trajectories in the steel rain line.