[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

Frank Powles Jr. is a junior high school student in eighth grade at Bristol Middle School in Gotham City.He was born very thin, with messy curly hair and many small freckles on his face. He is not good at sports and often fails physical examinations. Fortunately, his academic performance is not bad, but only good.

If there's anything special about him, it's that his father was a guard at Arkham Asylum.

When little Frank was very young, his mother left the family because of his father's alcoholism. For little Frank, the clearest memory is his father's appearance.The alcoholic man finally came to his senses two years after his wife left home with bills piling up, he struggled to get over his alcohol problem, and managed to find a family with enough money to feed the two of them work.

His father, Frank Pols, is a 1.8-meter white man without any education worth mentioning. He has a serious cataract in one eye, which makes him always squint one eye when looking at people. He looked fierce and became less and less popular with the interviewing boss.The biggest advantage of old Frank is his physical strength, which is why he finally found a job as a guard in Arkham Asylum.

As we all know, Arkham Asylum's guard death and injury rate is as alarming as the escape rate here, so this madhouse had to raise the guard's salary again and again, the only way to keep those restless guards .For the high salary, many men like old Frank who had to support their families stayed.

Little Frank adored his father very much.The identity of the Arkham guard is quite legendary among his classmates, especially his father is also a rare "veteran" among the guards.This can be regarded as his rare bragging capital among his classmates.What's more, although old Frank was a bad man, he was not a bad father.As long as he is free, he will play baseball with Frank Jr., and occasionally take him to the street basketball court to play with the adults and big boys.

Although Frank Sr. is not a successful person at all, nor can he be said to be a model father who would appear in a legendary movie, but Frank Jr. knows that he has provided the best life for his son within his ability .

and so……

Frank Powles Jr. is now hiding in a room in Arkham Asylum, staring dumbfounded through the window.

Frank Jr. certainly knew how unwise and dangerous it would be to go to Arkham when Scarlett's target was the Joker, but he was very worried about his father.

I'm already a big kid, and if something happens, I can help my father too.Robin is a kid too, and I'm no worse than Robin.

Having rallied himself in this way, little Frank sneaked off to Arkham, and of course he was caught by the guards, who finally handed him over to his father, having recognized whose son he was.Before old Frank had time to scold him bloody, the attack came suddenly.

"Stay here honestly."

At that time, old Frank took out a gun from his waist and pushed his son into the small room next to the guard room.

"I'm going to check the situation, you must not come out, do you hear me?"

So now, little Frank stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the battle outside Arkham Asylum.

What an incredible scene that was.

Just one person.Facing the dark police officers, SWAT and FBI, facing the dark guns, muzzles and sticks, there is only one woman.

It was the most beautiful Asian woman little Frank had ever seen.

She was wearing a dress-style retro long dress, with a little oriental decoration in the design of her upper body, and the dark green skirt further brought out her elegant temperament and dignified demeanor.Even at such a distance, little Frank, with his good eyesight, saw her long, rich hair, well groomed, and hanging down to her thighs in an unruly way.On the fair face, the slender eyes with beautiful lines were slightly curved, as if smiling.

Afterwards, it was such a slender and frail young lady who should drink black tea and read poetry collections in the glass greenhouse, instead of standing in Arkham Asylum, standing in front of gunpoint and police officers.

At the moment when this idea was blurred in little Frank's mind——

"What the fu—"

He widened his eyes suddenly.

It's almost like magic—no, it's almost like magic.

The woman dodged all the bullets easily.Then, within a few seconds, all the police officers in the first row fell down, not to mention little Frank, from the exclamation and cursing that suddenly sounded outside the window, it can be seen that even those well-trained FBI elites, special special forces, detectives from the crime squad... none of them could see how she did it.

In the face of something completely beyond common sense, the instinctive reaction of human beings is to stagnate and avoid.

Even veteran police officers are no exception.

After the first group of people fell, the second group of people fell down suddenly before they even had time to utter curses, which made their offensive and defensive tactics in chaos. Even a moment of confusion can be fatal.

Frank Jr. watched as the woman defeated all the FBI and police in 10 minutes, as easily as he had ever played a strategy game.Then, she put down the piano case on her shoulders, took out a cello from it, and stroked the strings with a bow casually. In the next second, little Frank's eyeballs were about to fall to the ground.

The cello, the cello shattered into countless pieces, and then suddenly covered her whole body, turning into a pair of tall and radiant knight armor!

This... How did this happen! ?

With little Frank's unbelievable expression, the silver bow knight majesticly walked over the unconscious or injured police officers all over the ground, and walked into Arkham head-on.

After an earth-shattering cannon shot, the closed door of Arkham opened in front of her.

To be more accurate, it was completely destroyed.

Oh no.

He clearly recognizes this.

Since neither the FBI elite nor the SWAT can stop her, the Arkham guards are even less likely.

At this moment, he completely forgot his father's exhortation to "stay here". He hurriedly jumped down from the window sill, casually dug out a dagger from this room, and ran out of the guard room.

And from the movement in the corridor, Little Frank had already heard that the woman had started a fight with the police officers, FBI and guards who stayed in Arkham.

While running, little Frank's mind was filled with many chaotic thoughts.

Last winter, little Frank had a serious illness. Not to mention the cost of ambulance and testing, the cost of medicines for treatment alone was a sky-high price. Even his father's medical insurance could not afford such a large consumption.The illness wiped out what little savings the family had left, but in the end, his father held on.

After spending a lot of money, the hospital successfully cured little Frank.On the second Wednesday after Christmas, little Frank took his father's hand and returned to their home together.

But I don't know if the heavy debts weighed on my father. After he recovered from his illness, his father, who had been abstaining from alcohol for several years, suddenly started drinking again.Little Frank felt very sad about this, so when he was just getting better, he started to go out to do some odd jobs that children could do. Although the money he could earn was not much, he could only subsidize his family a little.

In the nights when he came home late because of part-time work, little Frank saw his father sitting on the sofa more than once, surrounded by wine bottles and cans, and he stared at the TV news with his only good eye. Pour alcohol into your mouth.Little Frank didn't understand why his father suddenly became interested in social news, let alone why he always showed such a depressed expression when watching the news.

All he knew was that... whenever Arkham's prisoners escaped and committed new crimes, his father would drink extraordinarily hard.

When little Frank had to take care of his drunken father, he complained more than once about his father's inexplicable sense of justice.From the young boy's point of view, whatever crimes Arkham's prisoners committed were not the fault of the guards but of the officers who couldn't stop them.

The thing that can make father angry the most is the news of the clown.

...and maybe not just anger.

Frank Jr. discovers that his father has a strange sense of guilt for the Joker's crimes.He had seen old Frank howling in his nightmares more than once, and for some reason, the clown always seemed to be the protagonist of his nightmares.And when he was sober—to be precise, when he was half asleep after drinking—Old Frank always used the most vicious words to curse the clown. He said that the clown was the most terrible demon and should go to hell.Every extra day of his life would have killed more people.

Frank Jr. once worried that his father would really be tempted to kill the Joker one day.

But before he could do that, the Scarlet Killer showed up.

Because Frank Boers drank too much, he made a lot of mistakes in his guard work at Arkham Asylum this year, and not only did his original promotion come to naught.Even little Frank knew it, in fact they had warned him that if he continued to drink he would lose his position.

But Frank Powles still couldn't stop drinking.

Occasionally, Frank Jr. would also worry about whether his father's already unhealthy liver and lung function would have other problems if his father drank so much.

However, he soon had no chance to think that way.

Because, when little Frank rushed another corner, he saw a nightmarish scene.

In front of him, blood burst from his father's forehead, and then his mountain-like body fell down in front of little Frank.

In front of his fallen body, the bow knight in silver armor stood silently.

In her hand, the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle of the gun has not dissipated.Another police officer who was pushed away by his father fell to the ground, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

"..."

"..."

"..."

For a moment, no one spoke.

What broke the dead silence was the sudden sound of windows breaking from the side.

A pitch-black figure smashed the glass and rushed in. The black figure slammed into the silver armored bow knight. For some reason, the tall and almost indestructible knight shook. Before he could react, He was knocked out of the window.

After that, Batman started a fierce battle with the silver-armored killer!

Little Frank walked forward slowly, he didn't even know how he moved his legs, he stopped beside his father's body, staring blankly at his father's face.

I don't know why, although the blood is still flowing slowly on the ground, but the face of old Frank actually looks a bit peaceful.

Little Frank bent down and pulled out his father's matching gun from his father's holster.

At this moment, a look of deep hatred appeared on his face.

The author has something to say:

Frank Powles, the Joker's informant in the game "Arkham Asylum", helps the Joker kidnap Gordon. (Speaking of which, Gordon is still waiting for me to rescue him somewhere, but forget it, I am too good at playing games, so let him continue to wait [Hello])

It is set here that he accepted the clown’s money for his son’s illness, and helped the clown escape from Arkham a year ago, and then the clown made a Christmas murder. He was greatly stimulated and has been living under the torment of guilt, So started drinking again.

Here he committed suicide with the help of the Avengers, or really killed by mistake, you can freely testify.

I know this is a rather controversial plot.

But that's what revenge is.This is the injustice of revenge.This is how it will become when whether to die or not is all entrusted to emotions, when the power of judgment is placed in the hands of individuals.

In the original work, Otori Kanae rushed into a certain base single-handedly and slaughtered all the guards. Although I really felt very happy, I really felt that it was killing innocent people indiscriminately.

The injustice of revenge is that in the process you cannot guarantee that you will not trample on the lives of the innocent or the innocent.That is why we have replaced homosexual and blood revenge with laws.

Hatred breeds new hatred.

Said a little shallow personal opinion.I hope you don't mind.I don't really want to output my own opinions in the text, so I will just talk nonsense here.

I also hope that everyone can discuss rationally and not argue.

Chapter 93: I'm sorry the old Adacan't come to the phone right now.

"That's not your fault, Missy."

There is no trace of emotion in the AI's calm statement.

"You had no will to kill him. In fact, you didn't try to shoot him... No one thought that the man would suddenly push his colleague away - when he was trying to shoot you — that was just an accident."

"..."

But Ada remained silent, unnaturally silent.

Maybe AI can explain itself in this way, maybe she can also deceive herself in this way.However, deep in her heart, there was a voice telling her that this was not the case.

——You already knew it might turn out like this.

she thinks.

"Compared to these, be careful, miss."

The AI's voice came along with the sound of fists and feet intersecting. From the movement, it could be heard that it was wrestling with someone.

Or, more than one person.

"I stopped Nightwing and Robin, Batman is going to your side."

Only then did Ada recover from the trance, but it was too late for her to recover.

The sound of piercing wind hit her violently, a swift elbow, together with the man's 210-pound weight, slammed into the waist and abdomen of the armor, and under the effect of strong inertia, she was knocked out of the window.Not only that, the moment Batman passed by her, he stuck an exploding bomb on her waist. Amid the sudden explosion, severe pain suddenly hit her waist and abdomen.

"The belly armor is damaged, and the left cantilever is damaged. High-altitude combat may be bad for you. Please pay more attention, Miss."

The electronic sound of AI machinery echoed in the cockpit of the mecha along with the sharp siren.Thanks to this, Ada finally recovered from the trance, she clenched her teeth and swallowed the blood and anger welling up in her throat.

"This should be the third time I've warned you, Batman?"

She asked in a deep voice, and suddenly raised her right arm to aim at Batman.

"Don't, come, get in my way—!"

The pitch-black figure had already fallen into the Bat fighter, and Ada couldn't see the expression of Batman in the cockpit through the black windshield.

She only heard his voice, through the transformation of electronic machinery, with a little unreal coldness.

"I can't let you continue to make mistakes, Otori Chanaji." The Bat Fighter stopped in front of her, "Stop killing people."

There was a trace of real pain in that exhortation, but it seemed so pale and weak in Ada's ears.She sneered, and the silver arrow shot out suddenly, piercing the wing of the bat fighter like a poisonous snake.

"Then Nunnally died in vain?!"

She raised her voice suddenly.

"And those people in the hospital, that front desk lady, those patients... Did they all die in vain?!"

How ridiculous, how absurd.

Ada couldn't help thinking that.

What exactly is a dead person to the city's justice system?The Joker killed so many people, he took so many lives - and yet he lived.Legal, live well, as long as he wants, he can leave Arkham Asylum again at any time, he can do whatever he wants.

But the dead have never had that chance.

No matter what dreams there are, no matter what words I want to convey, no matter what things I can't do in time... everything is over.Their lives are over.Their future was cut off at that moment, and there was no possibility of it anymore.

And for the living, those who loved the dead, their lives were changed forever from that day on.Those traumas will remain in their lives, tormenting them day and night, and the more you love the dead, the more you cannot help but feel this void, this irreparable and indelible loss.

No matter how much they wanted to be with that person, it was no longer possible.Death takes everything away and gives no chance of redemption.

But the one who killed them, who destroyed them—the murderer, the clown, was still alive.

At this moment, her soul seemed to be completely in tune with Kanae Otori.

"They're all dead, but the Joker is alive. It's so unfair, don't you think so, Batman?" She gave a very small laugh. "I can't allow that."

Death really hurts.

It was painful when the blood flowed into the lungs, it was painful when the wound on the temple was swollen and dizzy, and it was also painful when watching the countdown approaching step by step.

But the most painful thing is the moment of death.

Nunnally... no, she died with resentment.

The physical pain cannot be compared with that moment at all.

—the moment when she realized soberly that no matter what she did, it was useless.

"Don't get me wrong, Batman, I didn't mean to accuse you of not killing the Joker."

Ada sideways dodged the missiles launched by the Bat fighters, and deftly shot them down with arrows.Although there was intense pain coming from both eyes, to her, these pains were nothing.

——At least it won't hurt more than the moment when it was blasted.

"I never expected you to kill. You're a vigilante, and you have no power — nor should you."

Batman is not a policeman, let alone killing criminals is not the duty of the police.Even the police do not have the right to kill for personal grievances.The arbitrary killing of others by the police will also bring about very serious consequences.

Ada knows very well that the Gotham police—and Director Gordon—can reach a cooperative relationship with Batman, and the premise of being able to trust Batman is that he never kills.Volunteer police are those who stay at the stage of "investigating crimes" and "protecting the public".If he crossed the line, he was just another criminal, a vigilante serial killer.

Just as Batman's positioning of himself has never been a superhero but a vigilante.

The so-called vigilante police must never hold the court's power to try and execute prisoners in their own hands.As a former psychologist, Ada knew all too well what a terrible thing it was when God started playing God.

——Because human beings are not omniscient and omnipotent gods after all.

"So, get out of there, Batman," she declared coldly, "I'm not a vigilante like you."

You have done everything you can.You want so badly to kill the clown, but you just can't...

Ada understands all these things.

Who could know better than her what Bruce Wayne would become if he crossed that line.She is his psychiatrist, she understands all his past, all traumas, she is the woman closest to his heart.

She knew exactly what kind of man she loved.

Ada never expected Bruce Wayne to kill for her.

Rather, she has always been afraid of this happening.

Because as long as there is one person to kill—as long as there is the first one, for Batman, there will be the second, the third... the infinite number.

He won't be able to stop anymore.The bottomless darkness in his heart, the little boy crying over the dead bodies of his parents in the alley of crime, would not allow him to stop.He already hated criminals more than anyone else, hated those who destroyed his life and took away the people he cherished... At that point, who could stop him?

Once fallen, Batman is the worst kind of criminal.Ada is well aware of this.

How familiar is he with Gotham's judicial procedures, how familiar is he with the weaknesses of those in this city, how many people he was an idol and how many people would commit crimes to cover him... Bruce Wayne is even familiar with Ah Every layout and every pipeline of Cam, even if they caught him, they would definitely not be able to control him.

The most terrifying thing is his perseverance and will.What made him Batman once kept sustaining him even after he became a criminal.

So he will just kill.Keep killing until someone completely ends his life.

Ada couldn't understand all of this.

That's why……

"—I must kill the clown."

Because that's what the Joker wants.

He didn't kill Nunnally because he hated Nunnally.In fact, he didn't care, she was nothing to him, she was of no value at all.He killed her just to hurt Batman.

He's just trying to drive Batman crazy with her death.

The Joker turns Nunnally into a knife and stabs Bruce deep in the heart.From then on, the good times she had spent with him were just a huge pain to Bruce, and the more he loved her, the more he was hurt.All their past joys became painful memories with her death.From then on, the sweetness of the past will be like Christmas, which was once a beautiful holiday, completely spoiled in Bruce's life, tormenting him forever.

And this kind of thing won't end.

As long as Batman doesn't give in, and as long as the Joker breathes, it's never going to be the last.

Ada knew that the clown would repeat it over and over again—happily repeating it.

Dick was badly injured by him, Nunnally was dead, Barbara was paralyzed... so who's going to be next?Jason?Tim?Or Alfred?He won't let anyone around Bruce go, and the Joker will torture Bruce until he finally loses control and kills the Joker.

Because he just takes pleasure in torturing Batman and drives Batman crazy.The Joker won't stop until Batman falls.

He sees this behavior as a game.Whenever he gets the chance, he does it.

A clown can never repent.Therefore, the clown will never stop.

Ada can assert this.

"I will never forgive."

—I'm going to kill him.

—I'm going to kill them all.

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Chapter summary: I'm sorry the old Ada can't come to the phone right now. 【I'm sorry, the old Ada can't come to the phone right now. 】

Why? 【Why? 】

Oh'causeshe'sdead.【Oh, because she's dead. 】

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Miserable and unlucky Arkham Asylum true love of the year The Dark Knight opened his eyes, only to be surprised to find that he came to a place where his parents were still alive and Gotham was just an ordinary large city. The most important thing is...

He turned his gaze to the woman who was sleeping soundly by the bed not far away, his expression gradually became complicated.

——He also has a cute little wife