The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1452 Asuka and Return ([-])

As we all know, Batman and the Joker are dynamically balanced in all aspects. If Batman is strong, the Joker will be strong. If Batman is weak, the Joker will be weak. If Batman leaves Gotham for something, the Joker will disappear. Sneak in.

Overall, it all boils down to the rule that the sicker Batman gets, the crazier the Joker gets.

But in any case, the Joker's ultimate goal is just to want Batman to laugh.

Now, Batman not only laughed, but also killed people, and went one step further to kill his teacher, and even further manipulated others to kill people, and even further manipulated an 11-year-old girl to kill people.

It's hard for you to tell whether he's cured or crazy beyond the scope of the clown's judgment.

When Bruce was driving a Lamborghini tractor on the Kansas farm, Thomas had just arrived. At that time, Jack came to collect the debt with the IOU. Bruce was scolded by Thomas when he came back.

Then, Bruce went to Jack and told him that due to the large initial investment, Wayne Group's funds were tight, and it would take a while to slow down, and asked him if he could allow a period of time.

Bruce is also a businessman who has experienced ups and downs in the business world. Naturally, he knows that when talking about debts, the big money is not paid, and the small money still has to be spent. Therefore, he and Jack found a barbecue stall near Jack's truck parking lot, and Treat Jack to a barbecue.

That barbecue was surprisingly delicious.

That day, Bruce went to inspect the construction site, and met Waylon the killer crocodile who was doing odd jobs. It happened that Waylon hadn't eaten, so Bruce took him to the barbecue stand. Maybe it was because he was hungry from work, and the barbecue was also good. Surprisingly delicious.

Jack would always pass by that booth when he got out of the car, Killer Crocodile would often move bricks less than a kilometer away from there, and Bruce would always go to the East Side to visit the construction site, so it became a regular place for dinner.

Jack only runs refrigerated freight in the city, and most of the refrigerated goods are in the warehouse near the pier. The last car just passed by the South District when it was driving back, so it happened to be picked up by Bruce, when the two of them When driving past, the killer crocodile just finished hitting the ashes.

At first, there were only the three of them eating, but James Gordon, as Gotham’s chief of police, would inevitably visit the home of the gang boss in the East Side, arranging some trivial matters such as trucks rushing and firing 28 shots, and 37 gangs fighting with drugs in the cold storage. .

So one day, Gordon happened to be driving by and found a few people sitting on the side of the road eating barbecue. The main reason was that the image of the killer crocodile was so conspicuous that he could recognize it from hundreds of meters away, so he got out of the car and talked with them. Several people greeted each other.

Gordon was here, and Bruce naturally couldn't let him go back on an empty stomach, so he also joined the dinner.

Coincidentally, Thomas went back to live in Wayne Manor that night, and Bruce would rather spend time at the barbecue stand than go home, and the other three had no family, and there was nothing to do when they went back, so Gordon got out of his car. A deck of cards was turned out, and several people began to play no-limit Texas Hold'em.

Of course, the barbecue that day was still delicious, but it ended badly, because Jack stole his four of a kind, just broke Gordon's royal flush, and was handcuffed on the spot.

Later, because all the barbecue stalls on that street were basically a source of meat—the leftovers provided by Coppert that were eliminated by high-end restaurants in the South and West Districts, all tasted good, and there were many truck drivers nearby, so it developed. It has become a barbecue street.

A few people would have dinner and play cards there every now and then, almost meeting the conditions that Jack needs to get out of the car, Killer Crocodile's ashes are over, and Gordon comes to the East Side to work. As for Bruce, everyone in Gotham knows that he is an idler. Where is he.

That's pretty much the whole background of the barbecue party, but it's clear that Damian, who's only been here for less than 24 hours, can't know this, and he's turned into a statue.

The best he can do is to turn his head straight, not to see who is driving next to him, to empty his mind, not to think about who is holding him now.

Damian has never been hugged by Batman, and it is conceivable that he cannot stay in his father's arms for more than a second, but the situation is stronger than others now.

Taking a step back, lying in the arms of the father is better than lying in the arms of the clown, right?It must be better than lying in the tomb, right?

The devil boy has never been so quiet in his life, and all he can do now is forget about his long mouth.

But Bruce seemed as if nothing had happened. After he closed the truck door, he rolled down the window. The Gotham night wind blew back his hair on his forehead, and the moonlight made his eyes brighter.

"How many times did you run today? Six times?" Bruce turned to Jack and asked.

Jack put one hand on the steering wheel, stretched out the other hand out of the car window, pouted and said: "There is no such a good market, at the hottest time, you can't run six times, Rieger Style Street is as congested as old Nord Mom's birth canal, that gold tooth on the pier is always giving me trouble."

"He won't let you unload?"

"At least twice a day, dawdle for half an hour each time."

Damian, who was sitting in Bruce's arms, finally calmed down a little, and then he began to wonder, is the person sitting in the driver's seat really a clown?Or just an avid fan of copying his makeup?

Is this topic a bit too down-to-earth?
Then he heard Bruce say, "That's because he stopped your bomb-laden car twice."

"It's the raw material for the bomb." Jack corrected, he pulled the shift lever hard, looked ahead and said, "It's all good products from the Wayne Group. It cost me a lot of money. It's all the gangsters at the pier."

"Don't tell me you can't get it back."

Jack snorted coldly, honked the horn, and said after turning the corner: "I was going to take him to give another Batman a big surprise."

"Thomas? Then why did you change your mind?"

"Because he's so boring." Jack curled his lips and said, "He's a bottle full of boring potions, do you understand? He's been completely cured, and he's a walking behavioral template."

"He'll just do what Batman does, he'll just say what Batman says, and it's the same play a thousand times over, and he'll never change, never grow, never let me see me Something unexpected - he's bored."

"When I went to Wayne Manor to find him with that IOU, I had already seen a show, and I don't know how much cement I put into my brain at that time, to think it would cost me two months. Pay to watch the same play again.”

With his hands on the steering wheel, Jack looked at Bruce and said, "And I only paid a hundred dollars for a show that was much better than his."

Bruce turned his head away to look out the window, and Damian looked up, horrified, to see a smug look on Bruce's face.

While turning the steering wheel, Jack said in a low, not at all crazy, and even a bit rational to cold tone.

"Thomas Wayne, the other Batman, is like an actor, playing the same character on stage after stage. In my opinion, his lines, actions, and gestures are completely traceable."

"Maybe his performance is perfect. When you sit in the theater for the first time, you will be curious about the thick darkness on his body, and you will be shocked by his depth and seriousness."

"But soon, he changed the theater, changed the stage, made the same deep and serious expression, showed the same thick darkness, and another group of audience also applauded for this, but it was because they didn't love him enough."

"They didn't follow Batman faithfully, watching every scene he played, otherwise they would find that Batman is the same."

"In an era of lack of entertainment, this is acceptable. Shakespeare's plays are performed over and over again, and the ladies and gentlemen still flock to them, and they are still moved to tears at the end."

"But you, Batman, are a play in your own right, a newly lit flame rather than a charred rotten wood, your ideas are at odds with each other, your ideas are still metamorphosing, presented on different stages Different plot."

"And when I follow you, I can see dramatic conflicts that are far more exciting than an actor can present. It is constantly growing and evolving violently. It makes my heart beat wildly and my adrenaline burst."

"You are not an actor, so you don't need me to act with you, and even if you are alone on the stage, the performance is worth the price of admission."

"And after that, that Batman came on stage again, but I was asked to jump on stage to play with him, so that he could perform a bit of painful vividness from the rigid seriousness, how could it not make me feel that I am judged? "

Damian opened his mouth wide, and the words he used to scold the clown had already reached his mouth, and a second before spitting it out, Bruce covered his mouth with his hand, and turned to the clown and said.

"You can be more straightforward."

"You're fucking better than Thomas Wayne!"

"Thank you for the compliment, I invite you today."

The truck slowly drove into the noisy street, the messy wires weaving a large net overhead, and the crooked neon signboards handmade by the owners of various barbecue stalls were hung everywhere, the smoke and aroma rose together and drifted into the car windows In an instant, Damian's stomach rang.

He was a child, and he was always hungry. Before his biological father and the Robins said that they would send them to another universe, he was so angry that he missed a meal, and his already hungry chest would stick to his back. .

Bruce lowered his head and touched his head and said, "I guess you haven't eaten barbecue, because Thomas also told me that smoked products are not healthy, and if you don't yell around when you go back tonight, then I won't tell your father ,How about it?"

Damian swallowed, rationally telling him not to agree, because having barbecue with the clown made it impossible for him to just keep it in his heart anyway, but he was really hungry.

Soon, the scene he saw broke his last line of psychological defense—on the barbecue stall Bruce was carrying him to, Barbara Gordon was sitting next to Gordon, secretly sprinkling chili on the meat skewers.

Immediately, Damian felt betrayed. He went on a hunger strike together with everyone. I was the last one to eat, right?

Damian has a bad temper, a fire hit his forehead, he immediately grabbed Bruce's arm and climbed up, then beat his shoulder with his hands and said loudly.

"Don't invite them! Then order me the most expensive meat! Double! Four!"

"You don't have to tell Thomas."

At this time, Barbara, who was sitting on the ponytail behind Gordon, looked up and saw Jack next to Bruce carrying a bunch of truck keys.

Batgirl was struck by lightning.

(End of this chapter)