I really don't care

Today was the same as usual, Master Bruce had nothing to do and didn't get up at all, Master Tim simply asked for leave today and didn't go to school.

Only Master Moore and Master Damian who needed to go to school got up.

But this is also within Alfred's estimate.

Alfred served breakfast to Moore, and Moore said he was leaving after eating.

Alfred was really surprised, "Don't you want to stay a few more days?"

Moore shook his head, "No, I won't stay longer, after all, I am also the leader of 'second-hand smoke', and I still need to deal with some matters by myself."

Alfred didn't suspect him, he nodded and cleared the plate, "Okay, master, go slowly." He sent Moore away.

Before Moore left, he thought of the two children who had been sleeping since they were rescued, "If the results of the two children come out, please let me know."

Alfred looked at his watch, "Okay."

Moore raised the phone and shook it, "Batman must have a way to know my phone number."

Alfred nodded, "Yes, you are right."

So Moore left alone.

*

Wayne Manor is indeed very big, full of flowers and plants. When he left, he was almost distracted by the flowers, and then he almost got in and couldn't get out.

Moore was vigilant, and walked out of Wayne Manor with some trepidation, and then took out his mobile phone to check if there was any news.

He looked at it before going to bed last night, but there is still no response, and there is no reply on it.

Is Tony Stark too busy, as if he lost contact.

Moore stood outside the manor and searched the Internet, but found no big news. He closed the news page again strangely, thinking that there seemed to be nothing wrong.

I guess he's pretty safe.Moore thought.

Then deal with other things.

Moore always wanted to do something big.

Like kill the clown or something?

--Kidding.

Back then, Jason couldn't kill the clown. Of course, he was young because he didn't have that strength at all. But does Moore have that strength now?

Thinking of his 'second-hand smoke' and Aubrey's look, he reached out and touched the pen in his shirt front pocket, found an unused contact in his phone contacts, and made the call.

"Hey."

*

Of course, the clown escapes at night, because he likes all kinds of fireworks.But it doesn't have to be at night, it's not like the clown hasn't escaped from prison during the day.

If he can't escape, give him a chance to escape.

Moore's eyes flashed, revealing a face mixed with guilt and madness.

Of course, you need a motorbike to go to work. This is much better than a car in Gotham. After all, there are too many alleys in Gotham.

There is no freedom in cars.

Moore made a special call to Aubrey and asked him to give the clown a chance to escape.

Moore's behavior surprised Aubrey, "Joker?! We can't please him when he comes out!"

"..." After a moment of hesitation, Moore said, "He is my godfather after all."

There was a sound of something falling to the ground from Aubrey's side, maybe he was frightened, "Why didn't I hear you say that?!"

Moore's eyes drifted, and his voice was a little higher, "After all, I haven't said it..."

"Then..." Aubrey considered his words, he was afraid that his plan would be thwarted, "Do you have a good relationship with the clown?"

"Not good." Moore replied firmly.This is true.

"Then why did you let the Joker out?" Aubrey asked.

Not wanting to answer, Moore said, "You don't need to know about it." Of course because it would be more beneficial to let him out suddenly rather than when he was fully prepared!

If your enemy is someone you're going to deal with sooner or later, and you have the chance to hit him when he's not fully armed, do you wait until he's fully armed?

The enemy will not wait for you!

So Moore wouldn't wait for the Joker to be ready either.Not to mention that after a long time, he is very likely to be discovered by Batman.

Batman is too smart, he is a vigilante, but also a detective.

According to what he said to Alfred when he left Wayne Manor, Moore returned to the headquarters of 'Secondhand Smoke' and pretended to be dealing with affairs.

Surveillance in 'secondhand smoke' doesn't always belong to Batman.

However, there was no message from an unknown contact on his mobile phone. It is estimated that Bruce has not woken up or the paternity test has not yet come out.

fair enough.

Moore was under Aubrey's nose—that is to say, he sat and waited in Aubrey's office, and although he was overtly and secretly dreaded by Aubrey, he sat down as if he couldn't see Aubrey look the same.

What a joy to add to Aubrey.

Moore smiled slightly, still looking down at the phone.

But for Aubrey, who is always watching Moore from the corner of his eye, this is naked provocation and disdain for him!The pen in Aubrey's hand squeezed angrily and made a strange noise, as if it was clenched too tightly due to sweat.

This made Moore raise his eyes, and after finding nothing strange, he lowered them again.

This is even more hateful in Aubrey's eyes, and he doesn't even want to give him a look!There was nothing in Moore's eyes, as if he was looking at an insignificant person, obviously he had done so much for Moore!

But Moore didn't move after that, just sat there quietly.

Aubrey couldn't vent his anger to Moore, so he could only hold it back. When other subordinates came to report, he treated them viciously again.

Isn't this venting anger?

It will make people centrifugal...how on earth did he manage the 'second-hand smoke'?It was really not easy to not have Huang before I came here.It's just not a long-term solution after all.Moore thought secretly.

He sat for less than an hour, and he got the news that the clown was released on his mobile phone, and even gave him the location of his current location.

Moore closed the phone with a smile, not noticing when he came in but was marked as read.

He went to the Joker's way to block him.

*

Someone has to stop him.With this in mind, Moore embarked on this road of no return.He didn't know when, the thought of 'clowns are dangerous' kept reminding him in his mind.

As long as the clown is killed this time, no one will be tortured by the clown again.

As long as he stops him, nothing like that will ever happen again—

Moore was terrified of Jason saying goodbye to him again.

In the final analysis, the resurrection of the dead has already violated ethics, but Moore obviously hates the artificially created children who may belong to him, but is deeply grateful for Jason's resurrection.

Jason is a good boy.Moore thought.

To deal with the clown, Moore will not prepare a lot of things, because that would be a kind of humiliation to himself, not to mention how powerful the clown really is, and he already knows it before he takes action. I want to quit.

With such thorough preparations, why can't it be said that he is afraid of clowns?

In fact, from the very beginning, Moore had no hope of surviving himself. He never had such an idea.If you want to take someone else's life, you must first prepare yourself that your life will be taken away by others.

This is what Moore has always pursued.

He felt that way again when he stood in front of the clown, facing the crazy clown.

The existence of clowns is a stain on this world.

Although he himself is not qualified to judge, if there is a God and there is heaven and hell, the clown will definitely go to hell——!

Compared with their busy work, he'll 'show mercy' to solve a problem for God.

'If I can sacrifice myself to save the people in Gotham who may die or hurt more later, will God give me a little reward? 'Moore still has this idea.

Moore looked straight into the clown's eyes, "The clown..."

The clown laughed, still arrogant and defiant, he tapped his chin with his finger, "Let me guess, someone is going to take the initiative to let me out, so-and-so did a great job!"

"Let me come out when I'm not ready?" The clown shrugged, "So what? As long as I show up, I'm the focus of Gotham, because I'm Gotham's nightmare! Whenever, how much I prepare , they will all be afraid of me!"

"Don't you think so? Godson?" The clown's malice rushed to his face, his face was almost scratched, and his malice seemed to be materialized, pressing down on Moore in front of him. For a while, even Moore froze for a moment.

Moore's expression was not good, and the corners of his mouth were raised, "Although I have to answer 'yes' to the previous answer, I am not your godson."

"Nonono!" The clown waved a finger in front of Moore's eyes, "You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. As long as you say that, you are lying!"

Yes, at that time Moore was indeed forced by the situation and admitted that he was the godson of the clown, but... Moore pulled out the dagger from the cuff of the windbreaker, "There is a word in the ancient East that is really good: big! Righteousness! Destroy! Dear!"

Moore charged straight at the clown.

*

"Oh, shit! Why did I fall asleep!" Tony Stark rubbed his forehead and said, he lowered his head, his head was in a daze, "...Old Jia."

"Yes, sir." The AI ​​butler replied dutifully.

"The text message I said before... read it to me."

After listening to the AI ​​butler's emotional reading of the news, Tony Stark was not sleepy at all... It's terrible, what kind of shocking news is this!

Tony snorted, "He just arrived at Wayne Manor last night, that is to say, he's still here right now... Exactly, this damn old bat!"

The voice of the mecha combination resounded in this small room.

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Everyone, go to bed early and don't stay up late after the New Year's Eve!

What a tweet!

I'm going to buy a mask tomorrow...

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