[Zhongyingmei] Treatment is for protection!

As a Superman fan, Barry hates Batman, the culprit who fought with Superman and caused Superman to leave the alien world and never return.

But Barry changed his mind about Batman after only one day in Gotham, and those prejudices disappeared.

America gives up and is wary of Gotham people, who are also very xenophobic.

For this group of outsiders with obvious goals, almost all of them were targeted when they first arrived. The better ones just had bad attitudes and malicious eyes. It's going to be downsizing.

This kind of deep malice made the people in the regiment tremble, and it also opened the eyes of Barry who spends most of his time in the central city.

When his companions stayed in the hotel obediently and did not dare to move, Barry was scared and shrank in the room on the surface, but in fact he turned into the Flash and wandered around in the night of Gotham, punishing the evil by the way. Promote goodness.

Then he realized in a daze that he was also in a hurry.

In Gotham at night, danger and crime are everywhere.

People in Gotham, those who dare to wander around at night mostly have a strong protective ability, even the children are not like children at all. Barry clearly remembers that he once wanted to help a boy who was blocked by someone, but he was almost terrified. I saw the boy brutally turn back and kill two adults.

That boy's wolf-like gaze made him feel chills even thinking about it now.

He went back to his room and thought for a long time, thinking that the city of Gotham was like Europe in the Middle Ages.

Most of the people who live a good life are gangsters and chaebols who eat bread from human blood. Even the ancestors of the Wayne Group, who are now keen to build Gotham better, made their fortunes in a disgraceful way.

The proportion of people in the middle class is less than half, while the people at the bottom almost completely obey the law of survival of the fittest.

This situation is not unknown, but most people at the top are satisfied with the status quo, and the malice that those who try to change will face can be imagined.

The voices of the people at the bottom cannot be heard, but when the people at the bottom slowly climb to a certain height, many of them only know how to plunder and don't remember their previous demands.

This kind of Gotham seems to be rotten to the bone, and no one can see it as hopeless.

Barry believes that if Batman has the courage to be a superhero in such a city, he is still an ordinary person without any supernatural powers, no matter how strange his character and behavior are to others and how different they are to Batman. Understand, everyone should respect Batman.

People who walk alone in the dark and still believe in the light are worthy of admiration.

Batman, he is a real hero.

Barry looked out from the hotel window, his shoulders slumped, and his expression became a little depressed.He suddenly felt... that his Superman fan was in danger?What if you want to climb the wall to the opposite house...

It was already time to get off work, and the employees of the Wayne Group in the Wayne Building heaved a sigh of relief. They packed up their things and prepared to leave after a while before getting off work.

Gotham nights are the most dangerous, but for them, with the Joker, it's actually the daytime hours that are the most dangerous.

Who put them on a company that dared to publicly support Batman?

Batman hasn't killed all the criminals yet. Ordinary criminals are fine and can survive in Gotham. They are not immune-resistant sheep, but the lunatics in Arkham are not something ordinary people can resist.

As for why not change companies... Of course, Wayne Group's salary is particularly high and benefits are also good.

When the madmen in Arkham don't run out, their safety can also be well guaranteed.

But today they moved a bit slower. Before they left, a green-haired man was already standing in the middle of the hall, his mouth grinning to the jawbone was painted scarlet.

He was wearing a bright purple tuxedo with a red shirt and a dark purple tie inside. He had a white face, and his eye sockets were also painted thick black, which pierced like a skeleton, and his dark green eyes were cold, like wild will-o'-the-wisps.

"Hi everyone, today, I'm here mainly to give you a big~surprise!"

The clown said cheerfully, then he opened his hands and bowed politely. He listened attentively, for a long time, but only heard a piece of silence.

"Why no applause?"

He raised his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to grow wider, his voice was as soft as a poisonous snake preparing to attack, and it made people's hair stand on end with a chill.

Immediately there was clapping applause from all around.

The applause was thunderous, and it sounded lively, but the faces of those who applauded were pale and frightened. Apart from the applause, they wished they could hold back their breath.

"Shh..."

The clown put his hand between his lips, and the applause stopped immediately.

The people around who were fully armed and wearing clown masks looked at this scene, excited in their hearts, longing to be as fearful as clowns one day.

They are the followers of the Joker, a group of rabid fans.

"This was originally a game between me and Batman, but your lives are so boring, so I plan to let you join in."

The employees are gathered in the middle of the hall by the Joker's henchmen.

They were forced to squat down in embarrassment and listen to the clown.

What the clown said made them pale. The game between the clown and Batman has never been something that ordinary people can get involved in. Just look at the fate of Batman's assistants.

The clown turned on the big screen in the hall, and inside was a huge silver-white ball, only the one in the middle facing the camera had a clown's head painted with scarlet paint.

Probably because the paint was dipped too much, those scarlet drips left traces on the surface of the silver-white sphere, and also made the originally cute and smiling clown pattern look like a devil, with a hint of ferocity and evil.

"Come on, let me introduce to you. This ball is filled with gas that can make everyone laugh. I will release them at eight o'clock. It covers the entire Gotham."

The clown turned his head and scanned his surroundings. Everyone panicked and avoided meeting his gaze.

"...Why does it all look so serious? First of all, if my purpose was to open it, I wouldn't be standing here now."

The clown reached out and hooked a subordinate next to him, as if summoning a dog, but the other party didn't feel any dissatisfaction, and hurried to his side.

Others looked over and saw that the man was holding a video recorder in his hand.

"what!"

The shrill cry of the woman made the clown dig out his ears.

The woman shed tears, leaving faint black tear stains on her face because of the thick eye makeup, but swallowed the yelling in her mouth because of the clown's movements, and only a slight choked sob remained in her throat.

The clown pulled the woman's carefully groomed long brown-red curly hair, and brought her face close to the camera.

The hands of the clown's subordinates trembled a little, with some fear, but more excitement. He moved the camera closer to the woman's face, and photographed the embarrassment of this "upper class" with exquisite makeup and elegant temperament.

The woman closed her eyes, then opened them again, her panic and fear had been deliberately suppressed by her.

He opened his dark brown eyes, which were beautiful even with the makeup dizzy, and then stared at the camera imposingly. Even though his hair was being grabbed by the clown, he tried to stand up straight with his high heels.

Tears were still flowing, but she pursed her lips deliberately, with a stubborn expression on her face.

She wouldn't let herself die so embarrassingly.

The clown didn't care how the woman under his hands reacted to him as a game prop between him and Batman. He said in a high voice:

"And before that...it's our playtime, Batman.

I'll kill someone every 10 minutes from now until [-]pm, pick one, bat, let me see, will you ignore these people, remember, these people won't remember you saved Who will only remember what you did wrong, if you don't save them, then their death is your responsibility.

Now... let's see together, how our Batrider will choose..."

The final ending is almost breathless, and the weird smile in it makes people shudder.

This video has taken over the entire Internet, and it only lasts for a minute or two. Everyone in Gotham knows about the Joker's new game.

Looking at the beautiful woman on the video, most Gotham people have no sympathy.

They prayed that Batman would choose to destroy the machine, the few and all, the natural choice of the many.

They think this way, but completely ignore that every time Batman makes the choice of the majority, he has no pressure to curse Batman for not saving the minority.

The relatives and friends of the dead will not understand Batman's choice based on righteousness. They only know that their relatives and friends died, and this is Batman's fault.

At that point, they'll no longer remember how many people Batman saved, and will only blame Batman for a handful of deaths entirely.

Like the clown said.

Such multiple-choice questions are the clown's favorite.

He knew that, like those people, Batman would blame himself for those few deaths.

He can see through human nature, but he can't see through Batman. He will never know why Batman can suppress so much guilt and hatred in his heart.

A normal person should have gone crazy long ago, so he believes that Batman is a freak and lunatic like him, and they should be the same person, but they have gone to two extremes.

That's why he was so fascinated by Batman, that way, and wanted to take Batman on the same path as him.

The video was also played at Wayne's home.

The three members of Wayne's family were all standing in front of the TV.

"Bruce, leave the clown to me, and you go and fix that machine."

Vincent turned to look at Bruce.

Bruce clenched his fists tightly, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

This was the best choice, but he knew that Vincent was no match for the clown. As he said before, Vincent would only die if he faced the clown alone.

Seeing the flickering pain in Bruce's eyes, Vincent hugged him tightly.

"Bruce, we have no choice...after all, I'm not going to take that thing apart."

Vincent tried to lighten his tone, but it didn't work.

Bruce hugged Vincent's shoulders, his muscles tensed to the extreme.

He was reluctant to let go for a long time, but he knew that he would eventually agree to Vincent's proposal.

This is the best choice, and as Vincent said, they have no choice.

Vincent gritted his teeth and pushed Bruce away. He looked into Bruce's steel blue eyes with determination.

He turned around and hugged Wei Lin.

"Sorry, I may have to trouble you in the future."

The slight sound was only heard by Wei Lin. The hug was short, but it was enough for him to treat Vincent comprehensively. He tightened his fingers, and Vincent's body temperature was still in his palm.

Vincent didn't look back, and walked through the secret passage leading to the Batcave from Wayne Manor.

His battle suit is there.

Bruce said hoarsely:

"Stay here."

It was facing Wei Lin, and then strode away as well.

Al followed closely, and he needed to help Bruce take care of him in the Batcave.

Only Wei Lin was left in place.

Wei Lin looked in their direction, the warmth in his palm had already disappeared.

He turned his head to look at the still ferocious green-haired man on the screen, his eyes under the eyelashes became deeper and deeper, a deep sense of powerlessness surged from the bottom of his heart, and his chest was tight.

"Wait, Yitong, you said you have a mustard space, so can you just throw that machine into it?"

Wei Lin was depressed but not irritable. On the contrary, his thoughts became clearer. He suddenly thought of this.

"Yes, but such a large item must be touched by me to be paid."

Wei Lin frowned.

In this way, he will definitely be exposed to others, but since he has a simpler and safer method, he will naturally use it, and his identity can also be disguised.

He walked to his room, took out a black windbreaker with a hood from the closet, and put the white bandages from the medical kit into the pocket of the windbreaker.

"Unified, pay attention to everyone's situation..."

"Master Wei Lin, please stay here."

"Afu?"

Alfred watched the surveillance of Wayne Manor in the Batcave. There was always an air conditioner at home so he didn't need a windbreaker. Wei Lin obviously wanted to go out.

"Sorry, Master Wei Lin, you will distract the master if you go out."

As Fu said, he opened the protective facilities of Wayne Manor, and all the doors and windows were locked.

"Ah Fu, I can help..."

But Alfred no longer paid attention to Wei Lin.

Wei Lin didn't get a response from Ah Fu, and frowned even tighter.He scratched his hair in agitation. Looking at the window glass, which is no different from ordinary glass but must be extremely resistant to blows, he was silent for a while, and turned back to watch the live broadcast of the clown with his mobile phone.

Now let's look at Batman first. After all, I don't know if the clown has a trick. Ah Fu is right, maybe he will distract Bruce when he goes out.

But if the situation is not good, it must be resolved first.

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