What bad intentions could Batman have?.

"Out of Gotham City's 3000 million people, 500 million people have been directly or indirectly involved in first-degree murder."

This is an underground safe house in Gotham City, the Riddler's lair, the safest and most secretive one.

The place was arranged like an ordinary study room. Killer Croc, who was sitting on the sofa, pulled out a copy of Kant's "Critique of Pure Reason" from the bookshelf next to him. After flipping through it for a while, he realized that he couldn't understand a word, so he angrily put it down. Dropped on the ground.

The ventriloquist picked it up and stuffed it back.

"About 1500 million people have committed criminal acts, and the remaining 1000 million people who have not committed crimes are not because they are good civilians, but because they are hidden gentlemen, gamblers, and prostitutes in the red light district."

The Riddler's voice echoed in the room, and Jim Gordon was tied up in a chair, blindfolded, and stuffed with a ball of cloth in his mouth.

"And the reason why they did not join the criminal army was not because of any noble qualities, but because they were not forced into a desperate situation."

The picture was playing on the TV, and the Riddler confirmed that it was a live broadcast. Batman is there, just as he planned. He continued:

"So do you understand? There are no good people in Gotham. The only ones who can be called good people are drug addicts and gamblers, because they will not harm others except themselves."

"I'm so tired, year after year, day after day. Living in a garbage dump and committing crimes constantly."

"If committing crime is so tiring, why don't you stop?" said the movie geek: "Can you stop committing crime?"

"No, you don't understand at all."

The Riddler stood up nervously, then stood on the sofa and squatted down, hugging his legs, like a poor, helpless child.

"This is a war, and if we do stop committing crime because we're tired, then he wins... Batman wins."

"So what? Can't we live without committing crimes?"

Killer Croc found a bag of potato chips nearby, opened it, and threw it directly into his mouth.

"No, that's not the case. Batman won, but it wasn't me who lost."

ha? Killer Croc thought he was completely crazy.

He knew that telling riddles was the Riddler's specialty, just like the man selling hot dogs at the park entrance would have his own unique recipe. But the Riddler had never told such a difficult riddle, at least not in his memory.

The Riddler was a little nervous. He hugged his knees, like a little boy hiding in a corner during a thunderstorm.

"You don't understand, I'm not me at all. I mean, I don't represent myself at all."

He babbled: "I am naturally attracted to people of my kind, just like bats have always attracted us all. Just like you, Killer Crocodile, you have always attracted everyone in Gotham City who has the same beast-like heart as you. of criminals.

"So if you respond to a hundred calls, you can easily raise an army that is extremely loyal to you.

"You are their king. The pure beast-like criminals are by your side, just like the high-IQ criminals around me, the despairing laughers who are knocked down by life by the clown, and the scarecrow around you. Worshipers of fear."

"We, our so-called super criminals, we are their spiritual support. Bat has a saying that is right. Most criminals are superstitious and blindly obedient..."

The Riddler continued:

"We have the same qualities as them, but we are much stronger than them, so they will be impressed by us so easily."

"We no longer represent ourselves, but a part of Gotham's evil. We represent those people and have become some kind of embodiment of this evil."

He stared blankly at the TV.

"It's useless to kill me. Kill me, Tutankhamun, Clues Master or some other criminal similar to me, and he will take my place. He may not be as strong as me, but he must be the remaining one. The strongest among those people, and so on... and so on!"

"We are never special! So Bat knows very well that killing us will not stop crime. On the contrary, his murder of us will only intensify the growth of crime."

"Every successful crime is a great encouragement to other criminals. Once this hole is opened, he truly becomes a part of the darkness, so the darkness can no longer be eradicated, you understand."

"If the bat really does that, then he will be like us, he will attract other criminals, attract other people to imitate his behavior of murdering criminals, and then this metropolis of 3000 million people will It has become a massacre field, with rivers of blood and piles of corpses. Because if you want to be serious, everyone is a criminal!"

The Riddler said:

"Everyone can kill people at will while shouting the banner of justice, and the law will become a piece of waste paper. Bats will never do that."

"Alarmist." Movie Freak commented: "Super villains are just a bit special."

"What's special about me?" the Riddler said:

"Before us weirdos, there was Roman Falcone. Before Roman Falcone, Gotham had the Lion King. Before that, there was Gotham's Four Families. And before that, and before that, I was nothing but Gotham Crime." A puppet, a marionette. It doesn't matter whether the puppet is called the Riddler or Edward."

"Just like the clown, how many times has the clown died, how dare you say he is still the same clown?"

"We saw with our own eyes that he disappeared in the explosion, and then two or three months later he came back, fell into the river, disappeared, then came back two or three months later, he came back, came back, always will come back , he can only be driven away but will not die! Gotham only needs a madman who can split the corners of his mouth to the base of his ears. Does that madman’s real name matter? "

"He beat me time and time again. Our game never stopped until one team collapsed. Bat was trying to single-handedly turn the city around! You don't understand how shocking it was. He was unbeatable." On the contrary, he never hesitates and does not need to rest at all. He is extremely smart and intelligent, and his will is as strong as steel, just like a god walking on earth!"

The Riddler's voice gradually became louder. He stood up and waved his hands:

"This is unscientific, this is impossible! Why would such a person exist!"

"You simply don't understand how desperate it is to face such an opponent!"

"No matter how hard you struggle, no matter how hard you struggle, you're going to be sent back to Arkham. That's so sad!"

He slumped back onto the sofa.

"Death may be a relief for me. Then I don't have to worry about my own incompetence and the evil of Gotham. I can no longer stop committing crimes."

"It's not just because of my mental illness. No matter what my determination is, and whether I intend to do anything other than commit crime, the evil of Gotham will pull me back on track like a pair of invisible hands. It enslaves me! Encirclement Hold me!"

"No matter how I cry and struggle, he will force me to use that damn puzzle to manipulate me! To show his fangs to the son of Gotham who was born in darkness but betrayed darkness! I should be beheaded by a knight He is a slaying dragon, but he is also a slave of darkness!”