"Batman, in these short two months, you have seen the darkest side of this city. No, maybe not the darkest side. After all, you have brought a lot of things, at least more than a handful."
There are a lot of umbrellas."
"Before you came here, you learned a lot of martial arts, made countless inventions, exercised all year round, and your body is incredibly healthy. You have a very flexible mind and don't have any bad habits."
"You think you are alone, experiencing life, but in fact, you have more than everyone here."
"You came to the slums of Gotham with such conditions, and saw how the people here live. Then, you discovered that you had been doing useless work for the past ten years."
"As long as there is sinful soil, poisonous strains will surely grow. No matter how many flowers you cut off, you can't stop thousands of seeds from falling to the ground and taking root."
"You feel desperate for this. As a loser, you comfort yourself with a bitter smile. But in fact, you don't really want to laugh. You are just imitating..."
Schiller stood there and touched his ears and said: "I didn't hear you want to laugh, so the smile you showed was very disgusting."
"But now, you can smile sincerely, because I am a tolerant person, the most tolerant person in Gotham. Even if you fall in front of me now, I will never hurt you."
"On the contrary, I'm more than happy to send you back to Wayne Manor, where you belong."
"There is everything you need there, food to fill your stomach, medicine to heal your wounds, a bed to rest on, safety, enjoyment, and warmth. It's time for you to do this."
"You've seen it, haven't you?" Schiller spread his hands and said, "You've already made yourself like this, and you've already experienced the hardships of the people at the bottom. This kind of material is enough to move you for another ten years.
Isn't this enough?"
"If I send you back, tonight, you can put on the bat suit again, stand on the roof of Wayne Tower, and pity all sentient beings with a deeper heart. This time, you will not give anything, like this
The mental and physical exhaustion has almost left you with permanent trauma. You have paid too much for them..."
"In fact, there is absolutely no need for you to do this. They are not worth it at all. Your kindness has made you bruised and bruised here. You stick to the bottom line, and they will do whatever it takes."
"Then what prompted you to do this? It was your kindness and your great heart of justice that made you unwilling to do anything that violated the law even in the slums. This is the moral bottom line you stick to."
"The people in the slums can't give you anything, but you are willing to pay so much for them, and you are willing to suffer so much for them. At this point, it is enough..."
"So, another clown is willing to provide you with a little money, but I can do more. When your body is close to its limit, I can send you back to Wayne Manor so that you can have a good rest."
"Soon, Alfred will serve you a steaming meal, Elsa will jump into your arms, Dick will look at you worriedly, and you can share the happiness of a family..."...
Schiller's voice echoed in the empty and dark chemical factory, with an inexplicable allure, and hallucinations began to appear in front of Bruce's eyes.
The moisture on the eyelashes turns into neon light under the light of the match.
Bruce saw the chandelier in Wayne Manor, which was shining with dreamy luster. Under the chandelier, on the long expensive wooden table, a variety of expensive ingredients that he had not seen or eaten in a long time were served.
Alfred stood beside him with a smile, Elsa sat in his arms, and Dick sat in the deputy seat. At this time, Selina dressed up and came over to kiss him on the cheek, saying that he was a hero.
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Everyone praised him, for his spirit of sacrifice, for his broad mind, for him to pay so much and do things that were unnecessary, everyone felt very moved.
Then, he heard the "click" sound of the shutter, and it turned out that reporters came in. All of this was under their gaze, and his heroic actions were recorded intact.
batman
His bad reputation was finally cleared, and everyone in the mansion, restaurant, and manor was praising him.
What is even more surprising is that Bruce Wayne also received the title of a prodigal son. The shares of Wayne Group rose sharply. Going one step further, the prototype of The Final Product was already in place.
Batman's popularity far exceeded expectations, so he embarked on the road to politics.
He wanted to fundamentally change the country, and unsurprisingly, under the dual value of wealth and fame, he stood at the highest position.
Batman announced education reform and a series of life guarantees for slums. He finally succeeded and completed all of this successfully.
Many years later, when he recalled these glorious experiences, he told reporters that it was all because of his kind thoughts at the time.
He entered the lowest level of Gotham and experienced the hardships of the poor. These two months were the most important two months in his life. He learned a lot from the people living in the slums...
The dream comes to an end with the timeline of the story, and the dreamy light is almost disappearing.
Bruce wanted to take another look, but there were no matches for him to strike.
When the little match seller's last match goes out, she doesn't feel warm or satisfied, she just feels colder than before.
Lying on the cold surface of the platform, the revolving door that flashed through Bruce's mind lasted only a moment, and at this moment, Schiller's words had just finished.
Bruce felt that there was a kind of power bursting out in his chest, like a volcano about to erupt. He had never experienced such a feeling, so he didn't know how to release it.
At this time, he felt a shadow covering his head. Schiller came over and looked at him condescendingly. Bruce saw the familiar crazy smile in his eyes. He understood that all this
They are all clown traps.
It's not an accident that Jack helps him. He doesn't give up those crazy plans, and he doesn't really want to be Batman's mentor. The Joker has only one purpose from beginning to end, and that is to make Batman laugh.
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Schiller knelt down, held Bruce's shoulders and said: "You are about to escape the sea of suffering, Batman, aren't you happy about this? Since you are happy, you should smile, smile from the heart...
"
"Let's go, Batman. I'll take you back. It's time for you to have a good sleep..."
Schiller grabbed Bruce's shoulders, carried Bruce on his back, turned around, and carried Bruce towards the stairs of the platform.
Just as he was approaching the railing, Schiller felt that the man on his back suddenly burst out with tremendous power.
Schiller staggered, holding on to the railing next to him with one hand, but at the moment when his center of gravity was off balance, Bruce on his back flipped over the railing and grabbed the edge of the railing with his hands.
Schiller turned back, his eyes filled with crazy light, he looked at Bruce and said: "What are you doing?!! What else do you want to do?!!! Batman!! Are you crazy?!!!"
Bruce's hands gradually slid down, from the horizontal bars of the railing to the vertical bars of the railing. Finally, only two hands were left on the edge of the platform.
And below him is a bottomless chemical mixing pool.
On the surface of the fluorescent potion, tiny bubbles kept flashing, like particles flying around the sun. The pungent smell kept spreading, making people feel dizzy.
In such chaotic and psychedelic light, only one pair of eyes was very bright. Bruce looked up. On his face against the light, every scar and ravine appeared deeper, but because of this, those eyes looked more like they were buried in the rock formations.
of sapphire.
"There...is nothing...what I'm looking for..." Bruce said intermittently: "I have experienced...all of life, and I understand many things...there is no need...to have such an experience again...
"
He swallowed hard. In this situation, it was difficult for him to even say a complete sentence.
"I feel hungry, achy, sleepy...just like them."
His arms began to
He continued to tremble until his whole body began to tremble, but he still raised his face, facing Schiller's condescending gaze, and said: "There is only one thing left that I have not done..."
One of Bruce's hands let go, but Schiller showed a horrified expression. He quickly squatted down and tried to pull Bruce, but the moment he stretched out his hand, Bruce let go of the only one.
hand.
The moment Bruce was captured by the gravity of the sun, his hair started to flutter upwards, and his whole person was no longer so tired and heavy, but became light, like a dragonfly rising from the water, or a gull and heron flapping its wings to glide.
The sound of falling water sounded together with the last sentence:
"The only thing left for me to do is to become them.
When he merged with the rays of the sun, Bruce smiled, sincerely.
In front of Schiller, a drop of rising water fell. He slowly closed his eyes. The crazy expression on his face disappeared, but the hand that was holding on to the railing did not let go.
The quiet night in Gotham is like a dark and mysterious universe.
Soon, dawn came, and when the sun rose from the horizon, it didn't have the mystery and glamor of dusk, but it had a unique gloominess.
A figure dragged another figure out of the factory gate. Behind them was a misty sun.
The cool morning dew fell, reflecting the luster of leather shoes. When the stone road fogged up, a pious whisper came:
"If there can only be one laughing Batman in this world...the Laughing Bat, God will always bless you, Amen."
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