American Comics: The Force Awakens

On the rooftop of the Gotham Police Department, the Bat-Light was also turned on tonight.

Usually, when this light is turned on, criminals and gangsters on the streets will be wary. Maybe when they are doing things, the shadow of the bat will fall on their heads. When they wake up again, they may be in a hospital or a detention center. .

But today, the bat light looks a little different.

One on, one off, one on, one off, it is the high beam flashing mode.

With a "click" sound, the switch of the bat light was locked, and the bats in the sky stabilized.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" The black figure with pointed ears made a deep voice, which seemed very unpleasant.

The person opposite was wearing a brown cloak and a hood with the brim of the hat held low.Compared to other characters other than Gordon who like to mess around with the Bat-Light, his clothes seem a bit ordinary.

"Batman, good evening. I know you have been looking for me since last night. To save time, it would be faster for me to come visit you." Carl took off his hood and revealed his face.

To Batman's surprise, he didn't see a pale and distorted smiling face, just a normal, cheerful-looking young man's face.

"why."

Classic Batman ellipsis.

"Why, you mean why I was playing with your bat light? Or why I came to see you? Or why... I released your old friend in Arkham?" Carl asked.

"You look normal." This is indeed the case. In the past two weeks, Wayne has observed Carl's words and deeds through surveillance many times. He seems to be no different from ordinary people. "But you're not supposed to be normal."

"If you mean laughing gas, yes," he replied. "It's the reason why I'm here right now. It didn't kill me, but it inspired me."

"Usually, if a person has a brush with death, they usually change."

Under the heavy cloak, Batman silently clenched his fists and then unclenched them.

"But I think I am different from the madman who kidnapped me that day. He is a pure destroyer." Carl stretched out his hand without looking at Batman, seeming to recall the past. "The destroyer of the story, he has no logic and lacks normality." Desire, but with crazy emotions, it is difficult to describe him."

"You know, I thought about it a lot later, but I found that the only meaning of that character's existence here seemed to be to compete with you in the ring."

Without Batman, there would be no Joker.

"What I have changed is different. I consider myself a builder now." He raised his head and continued, "The builder of stories, the builder of stages, and so on. Unlike the clown, I have no ill intentions towards you. On the contrary, I Want to help you."

"Help me, by helping them leave Arkham." It's still Batman's classic statement instead of a question.

"I'm just helping you advance the process," Karl sighed. "Seriously, do you think those people were able to leave easily because of me, not the connections of the Romans? The clown enters and exits the lunatic asylum as easily as his own home, and I even deliberately left clues for you."

The clue refers to the letter-cutting knife that has appeared many times.

"You could have told me, or the police." Batman cast a disapproving look.

"If I told you now, would you believe it?" Karl asked.

"Or do you trust Gotham's police?"

Silence, but silence already tells the answer.

"These days, I have collected information about you, rumors, your opponents, and so on." He continued, "It has been two years since the Bat appeared in Gotham. In these two years, have your enemies become fewer?"

Old friends are jumping back and forth in Arkham, and more and more people are coming in and out.

Old friends who have been in and out of jail can become even more difficult to deal with after escaping.

"What do you want to clarify."

"What I want to show is that if you can't make your enemies fewer, why not try to make your teammates more?" Karl replied.

"There are many people who hate you in this city, but there are also many people who want to help you, and even many people who believe in you. They think you can make this city better." Karl stretched out his hand and pointed to the bat symbol in the sky .

"But two years have passed, and Batman is still fighting alone."

"I don't need their help. Gotham is my city and this is my responsibility." Batman retorted.

Another thing is that Batman doesn't trust others easily.But he didn't say it.

Even after the Justice League assembled in the future, Batman objected to other superheroes entering Gotham to help him, as if he was strangely territorial, but he just didn't trust them.

"Okay, as I expected. Your stubbornness will last for a long time." Carl shrugged.

"This should be regarded as the first official meeting between us. Unfortunately, we did not reach a consensus."

"But I will still help you, in my own way."

"Of course, you don't have to worry. I won't fly over the city with you at night like a little bird, beating the heads of street gangsters. Not that way, that would be too stupid." He added.

"Then, please allow me to say goodbye tonight." Carl put on his hood again, as if remembering something, and said, "By the way, you know, the clown's own blood is poisonous, and its composition is similar to the clown's toxin." He Turn around.

I heard surprising information, but that's not the point right now.

"You can't leave yet." In just a moment, Karl found himself being stopped. "You are suspected of helping criminals escape from prison. You are going to be investigated." A black wall stood in front of him.

"It's a pity that you have no evidence." Karl spread his hands. "In fact, I was still far away when the Arkham prison break occurred. There is still surveillance video to prove it."

All he had to do was wander casually on the roadside before entering Black Mask's building yesterday, and being caught on camera was a perfect alibi.

"As for the knife? It was probably picked up by someone, I don't know."

Batman is a detective, and detectives rely on logic and evidence to solve crimes.

And if there is no complete logical chain or sufficient evidence to support it, he will not act rashly.

Of course, beating up innocent Penguins for clues doesn't seem to count.

But now, he is unwilling to give up.

"Really, are you still unwilling to give up?" Karl slowly made a fist with his hand. "Fortunately, I made some exit preparations."

Something broke, smoke sprayed out from both sides, and the figure disappeared.It was a familiar smell. Batman quickly covered his mouth and nose with his cloak and rushed forward.

Just like how he usually disappears through smoke bombs, there is no one in front of him.

There was a small tube of red liquid on the ground.

He bent down and picked up the sealed tube on the ground. The label on it read

"It's a joker's joke."

He put it into his belt and turned away.