Can you retire today?

Bruce listened to the clown balalabala there for a long time, not feeling nothing in his heart, but these feelings were not enough to shake his heart.

And the opponent actually has such a strong recovery ability, so he can let go of his hands, for example, hemiplegia first.

Bruce clenched his fist, feeling itchy.

but--

Glancing at where they were, Bruce still didn't walk over easily.

Bruce's inaction made the clown realize that he might have seen something wrong here. He really deserves to be my Batboy. A gleam of interest flashed in the clown's eyes.

"There's not much time left, Batboy, have you figured it out yet?"

The clown took out a watch with a strange smiling face from his pocket, and looked at it in a similar manner.

Bruce has a timing device on his body, and he knows that the clown is right, and there is only half an hour left before the 3 hours that the clown said.

To get close or not to get close, Bruce seemed to have no choice.

But Batman will always give himself a choice, "I choose Harvey Dent."

As he spoke, he stared closely at the clown's eyes.

"Hahaha——" the clown laughed, "Did you hear that, he chose Harvey Dent!" The clown looked at Clark and laughed, "It seems that our big guy really doesn't like Batboy."

Clark didn't know what to say. Although he was the one who was abandoned, he didn't have any resentment or anything like that. After all, he was a hero, he was a superman, people's hope.

"..." Harvey didn't know what to say, he felt that all this was like an absurd drama, and they were all buffoons.

"I just knew that you care about him, you care about Harvey Dent, you care about this prosecutor who may bring new changes to Gotham, but does he care about you?"

The clown is like a deceptive poisonous snake, "hissing" and spraying venom that can hurt the soul.

"I've chosen, now, shouldn't you let Harvey Dent go?"

The clown nodded, "Of course, you chose."

He approached Harvey slowly, one step, two steps, and at the third step, he stopped.

"Are you sure?" The clown confirmed again.

"I'm sure!"

"Wait a minute!" Harvey said suddenly.

Clark glanced at Harvey, wondering what these Gotham people were going to do again. He, a small metropolitan reporter (a small-town boy), felt very tired.Gotham has deep routines, I want to go back to the town.

And Bruce also frowned and looked at Harvey who suddenly made a sound. Of course he would not just save Harvey and abandon Clark. He was just waiting, waiting for an opportunity, so he sincerely hoped that Harvey would not make any accidents. good.

The clown didn't take the third step, he looked at Harvey with great interest, "What are you waiting for?"

Harvey didn't look at the Joker, he turned his attention to Batman, "Maybe you should choose Superman." He wasn't trying to give way, but he thought that the value of Superman might be greater, and human beings need Superman.

"No...don't worry about me." Clark said weakly.In fact, his idea is quite simple. If Batman can save him from the aliens, he must be able to save him from the clown.As long as the kryptonite bullet is not shot/into the heart, his life is still guaranteed.

Bruce looked at these two guys who were giving in to each other with some dumbfounding, what did they think they were doing now? !

The clown raised the corners of his lips, "It's a pity, you don't have the right to choose."

After speaking, he didn't move, and he didn't seem to intend to let Harvey go.

The clown didn't move, and neither did Bruce. The scene seemed to be at a stalemate, and the time passed by. In this way, they were in a stalemate with each other for 5 minutes.

The scene was terribly silent, and they could hear each other's breathing in the silence.

Clark had already begun to experience pre-snap symptoms under the influence of kryptonite, and Bruce knew he couldn't wait any longer, and he threw three bat darts at the clown in a row.

The clown didn't hide, so three batarangs shot/into his right hand, one in his left hand, and one in his shoulder.

Blood flowed from the wound, but the clown didn't blink his eyes, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

"You—" Bruce always had trouble understanding what the clown was thinking.

Facing Bruce's somewhat surprised tone, the clown laughed wildly, "I won't resist, come and kill me."

He pulled out the three batarangs that shot into his hands and shoulders. The wound was bloody due to his rough actions. He didn't care, but put the three batarangs that were still stained with his blood on the I licked it from the side of my mouth and put it in my pocket.

Neuropathy!

Bruce felt that his three views had been challenged. Forgive him for not seeing too many psychopaths. Today is really a lot of experience.

Gordon on the other side got the news from Rachel, and when he couldn't contact Batman, he loudly told the police outside what happened here, and then asked them to contact the bomb disposal team immediately.

They are the police, the guardians of Gotham, how can they always rely on Batman.I just don't know if Batman on the other side knows about it. If he rescues Harvey quickly and leaves immediately, then they are finished.

Taking advantage of Bruce's moment of astonishment, the clown quickly fired/shot the kryptonite bullet into Clark's chest.

After Clark snorted, he went into complete shock.

Neither Bruce, Clark nor Harvey thought that the clown would make a sudden move.

After the gun/shot sounded, Bruce's heart seemed to stop for a moment. He looked at Clark as if he saw his parents at the banquet, in front of him——

No!No, it's Superman, it's a superhero, it's hope!

"How dare you!" Bruce was completely irritated, and he yelled at the clown almost out of control.

"But isn't that your choice? You chose Harvey Dent." The clown said with a smile.

"you--"

Bruce didn't care about any mystery on the ground opposite him, he quickly rushed to the clown and punched him.He knew he couldn't wait any longer, Clark needed treatment, immediately!immediately!

Bruce, who was no longer worried about the possibility of killing by mistake, tried his best, and the clown soon became overwhelmed, and was knocked to the ground, with four broken ribs and broken legs.

Bruce tied him up with a special rope, then threw Harvey a dagger, freed him, and rushed to Clark immediately.

He first removed the kryptonite stuck to Clark's body and put it into a lead box. Only in this way can the influence of kryptonite on Clark be completely isolated.Then he cut off the chains that bound Clark and threw them far away.

At this time, Harvey had cut the rope that bound him and came to Bruce, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Bruce takes one look at him, then pulls out of his belt what resembles a flashlight that shines the same light as the yellow sun's rays.

Bruce opened it and let Harvey hold it to Clark's wound.Although this can't cure the root cause, it can also slow down the impact of some kryptonite on Clark. Although the relief is very small, it is still useful.

With the sun (surgical light) in place, Bruce took out a simple set of surgical tools from his universal belt, and looked for the kryptonite bullet that shot/entered Clark's body.

Harvey watched Batman take out so many things from his belt, and couldn't help but wonder if some kind of space magic had been applied to Batman's belt, otherwise how could it hold so many things.

Fortunately, the bullet was blocked by Superman's uniform and did not enter the heart, so after Bruce took the bullet out, Clark slowly recovered under the yellow sun's rays, wanting to fully recover , You also need to take out the bullet in his leg.

Fortunately, it was much less difficult to remove the bullet in the leg than in the chest, and Bruce took it out in less than 2 minutes.

While Bruce was taking the bullet, the clown lay on the ground watching with great interest, laughing from time to time, and Bruce couldn't help being angry when he laughed.

It took more than 20 minutes back and forth, and it was less than 3 minutes away from the 5 hours that the clown said. Although the clown has been subdued now, Bruce still felt that something was wrong.

After dealing with Clark's injuries, he walked up to the clown and lifted him up, "You'd better tell me honestly, what's wrong here!"

He glanced at the ground, then at the clown.

From the moment he stepped on this ground, he knew that his guess was right, this place had indeed been altered, and as for the result of the alteration, he also had a few guesses.

Harvey was still conscientiously holding up the "flashlight" to charge Superman. After hearing what Batman said, he couldn't help looking at them.

"No? Haha——" The clown laughed, obviously his ribs were still broken, but he smiled as if he was the one who won, "The biggest mistake is, why do you care so much about that alien? !"

"Tell me what's going on here!" Bruce slammed the clown to the ground.

"That's the thing. You care about Harvey Dent. You think he can change Gotham, so you don't know whether Gotham is important in his heart, his little girlfriend is important, or himself is important?"

The clown coughed a few times, "I will let you know that you are wrong and I am right."

When Harvey heard the clown mention Rachel's name, he almost couldn't hold the "flashlight" in his hand.

"Batman, is there any news from Gordon? Has he rescued Rachel?" Harvey didn't know why he panicked.

Bruce lost contact with Gordon, so he didn't know what was going on there.

"don’t worry……"

"How could I not be worried!"

Harvey's mental state has been very wrong since he showed symptoms of drug addiction in court, partly because of the drug, and partly because of himself.

It's like some face-saving people, after making a fool of themselves in public, there will always be some hairy psychological problems.

Harvey wasn't a particularly self-conscious man, but what happened in court, and the strange hallucinogenic effects of the drug, there was something mentally wrong with him.

Then there was suspension, imprisonment, and detention, which he had never encountered before.

After the truth finally came to light, another wave of laughing gas attacked him. It is considered a firm willpower that he can still maintain a certain degree of sobriety.

The author has something to say: Clown: Who do you choose

Cup Noodles: Harvey

Meringue: ...

Harvey: ...

The clown shot the meringue

Meringue: Suspected to hit the street.jpg

Cup Noodle roared: How did you hit him!

Clown: You choose.Wronged Baba.jpg

Cup Noodles knocks down the Joker, throws Harvey a dagger, and then jumps at Meringue.

Harvey: What about choosing me?

Clown: One day with a knife (kryptonite) in hand, kill all kryptonite dogs in the world!

Meringue: ^O^

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