Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

This slender hair rope was inadvertently seen by him when passing by a certain jewelry store.

He felt a little familiar, so he bought it.

But think about it carefully, why on earth would he feel familiar with a hair rope?

He always felt that he had some connection with David, but it didn't seem to be.

Bruce raised his head: "Forget it, it doesn't matter who he is anyway...I'll take him back first."

He can't just leave it alone like this, and he can't really just format it directly.

Tony nodded: "Remember to send me his work log regularly...if he still has that kind of thing."

David didn't know exactly what he had said wrong.

He just chatted with the brats in his head.

Confused and overwhelmed.

He didn't even know exactly what to do.

[Make him happy, have you forgotten? ]

"But I don't know what to do to make him feel truly happy. He doesn't want to tell me either."

David murmured: "Even he has already become Batman, I can't make him give up the identity of Batman, which will only bring him pain, like the dawn lights."

[Perhaps there are hints in his words? ]

David shook his head.

What Bruce said was almost equivalent to nonsense, like a long speech on a speech.

It looks like it's very substantial, but in fact, there is no actual content.

but...

Suddenly something flashed through his mind.

What if he could help Batman get his wish?

What if he could make Gotham peaceful?

He is familiar with the prisoners in Gotham, and even many of them are his colleagues.He knew them well, almost as well as Batman.

He can take his place and send these people to jail.

Or become Robin?

No.

Even if he became a machine, David felt a little headache in a trance.

He didn't have any substantive plans at all, it didn't work at all, he could only take one step at a time.

[Think of anything? ]

Barbara asked: [Perhaps you can start thinking about the causes of the nightmare knights?Eliminate the event that made them Nightmare Knights out of their lives. ]

"But now it's not Alfred who becomes a robot, but me. I will not kill any of Batman's criminals. There is no possibility that he will become a killing machine."

That's the crux of the matter.

[Then, it's figured out, you just need to stay here until...accompanied by his natural death.He really didn't want anything, and he was as happy as he said he was. ]

David throws himself onto the bed: "Maybe I'm just anxious because I can't do anything."

But he didn't expect that soon, he would really be able to do something.

Things always happen suddenly, or in other words, everything cannot escape.

Something happened to Jason.

He was kidnapped by the Joker.

Here it comes again, David sighed in his heart, but was a little annoyed.

Just like when he always thought that life would be a little calmer, life... no, the clown would always surprise him.

Look what he said.

Being Batman is never going to be happy.

David didn't speak, he just climbed into the car obediently and sat next to the silent Batman.

Bruce was sadder than anyone when this happened, but he still had to pretend to be calm.

Because anyone can panic, only he can't.

Just be a normal person, like being a mask like Bruce Wayne.

At least no one will think that he can't laugh and scold, he can have the feelings and life that a normal person should have.

The clown's words were extremely arrogant and arrogant.

He stood behind Jason, who was strapped to his chair, and murmured about a device he had ordered from some weird science lab.Someone must die here today.

"This box is linked to a nuclear bomb buried deep underground in Gotham. It must be provided with a heart that has just been dug out to ensure that the nuclear bomb does not explode."

The clown exaggeratedly explained his new rules of the game, but this time the rules of the game sounded many times worse than before.

He covered his eyes and laughed loudly: "You only have 5 minutes to choose, Batman, do you die yourself? Or let your son die?"

Batman ignored him, he just quickly contacted the Justice League with the communicator: "Hurry up, I can handle it here, you first find the nuclear bomb underground in Gotham."

Joker acquiesced to his actions, as if he knew he would never succeed.

He tossed the lead-coated box up and down, and muttered with a smile, "I'm also here to save Gotham this time, aren't I? Ah, it doesn't matter if it's not Jason, Batman, anyway, you have so many Robins." , It doesn’t matter if you sacrifice anyone for the people of Gotham? Tell me, who is the most disobedient?”

Again.

David couldn't figure it out.

His body structure is obviously a machine, but he can hardly suppress the anger that is about to burst out of his chest, as if what is in his body is not a special blue blood, but still burning red light energy.

He didn't understand.

Why do these people force Batman to make such a choice again and again.

Forcibly destroy his ordinary happiness.

David raised his hood to cover his face.

Next to him are GCPD agents, with guns in their hands, clearly aiming at the clown's head.

But never fired a single shot.

"Have you figured it out? There are only 60 seconds left~"

The clown smiled ferociously. He raised his hand and aimed his gun across each Robin.

He didn't seem to care about the red spots on his face at all.

They never made that choice for either the Justice League or the Avengers.

But he played this cruel game with Batman time and time again.

It's not because he is the only ordinary person, but because he wants to know how many holes can remain in that heart.Again and again tinkering, pretending to be fine.

The members of the Justice League over there in the address book did not bring good news.

They did not find the nuclear bomb in the ground.

Maybe the clown is buried too deep.

Batman sighed helplessly in his heart.

He took off his belt, raised his hands, and took a step forward calmly.

What it means is self-evident.

"No!" Jason struggled while being trapped in the chair.

"What are you going to do?!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"You can't do that!"

The bright red eyes calmly looked at the figure with his back turned to him, and David felt that the darkness was dazzling.

The police officers who surrounded the police car and surrounded the clown suddenly became noisy.

Almost none of them approve of Batman doing this, and even a few of them are excited to take a few steps forward, wanting to replace Batman with themselves.

is opportunity.

The red dot on the clown's head didn't move at all.

David calmly watched the ferocious smile on the clown's face.

Watching a police detective suddenly speed up and pass by him: "Wait a minute, here are the latest instructions from the director."

He raised his arm casually, as if he just wanted to brush his hair and adjust his hat.

The hard, metal skeleton allowed the detective to bump into the sniper standing beside David even though he deliberately stepped aside.

Disturbed by the momentary impact, he involuntarily pressed the trigger.

The bullet followed the red line and penetrated the clown's head without any accident.

David quickly turned sideways, followed the crowd and ran back a few steps.

He knew that the Joker's so-called bomb didn't exist.

He knew Bruce also guessed that the bomb didn't exist.

But Batman can't risk the lives of hundreds of thousands in Gotham City, he can only risk his own life.

But since the clown has to do it.

David sneered, and he made him a Gotham hero.

With the roar of the timer, the lead-coated box burst open, and only a spring-loaded clown doll was bobbing up and down inside.

it is as expected.

David raised his head, only to find that Bruce didn't immediately step forward to untie Jason's restraints, but turned his head and glanced in his direction.

"Oops..."

Something flashed through David's mind.

He looked into those cold cobalt blue eyes: "What have I done, just now...what happened?"

He did the same thing as agreed with Alfred in the established destiny.

Kill criminals.

Even if that person is a clown, he shouldn't do such a thing.

David's eyes widened in fear, looking at his trembling fingers.

What did he do?

Bruce watched the screen on the monitor quietly.

The abnormally dressed black boy put on a hood, and a series of movements were smooth as if it was really just an accident.

No one can calculate with such accuracy unless his essence is a computer.

It happened so suddenly that he couldn't stop The Flash and Cyborg from getting the tape.

What's more, Cyborg knows that David is not a 16-year-old boy, he is a bionic robot.

The original blueprint design was jointly completed by Steel Bone and Lucius.

Cyborg and Superman handed the tape to him almost immediately: "Something went wrong with his system, and his program must be destroyed before things get worse."

"He's protecting me, Victor."

Bruce looked very tired, pinching the bridge of his nose with long fingers.He said with difficulty: "I will modify the program and reprogram it for him to prevent him from doing similar things again."

"No, it's not as simple as a modification. Tony Stark and I have already talked. There was something wrong with the robot from the beginning, and you didn't turn him off in time. Now we have to destroy him. Formatting, this is my last concession."

Cyborg realizes how serious this is: "You can't think of him as a human, Bruce, he's just a machine. All his actions are programmed, and all the human emotions he displays are real. bug. He has violated the three laws of robotics, very easily. He should be destroyed."

"No, what you said is too exaggerated, Victor. Why can't robots produce human emotions? Is it wrong for robots to produce human emotions? The one who really doesn't understand is you, you also have human emotions!"

Superman stood at the door with his arms folded. He whispered to a police officer, and then stood in front of Bruce with a stack of documents: "Maybe you should take a look at this."

His blue eyes were as peaceful and human as ever, with sympathy shining in them: "I don't know if I should let you know, but your robot is dangerous, Bruce. Destroy him, Cyborg and Lucius can help You make another one, just like reforming your bat armor. Destroy them, and you can get better and more suitable equipment for you."

"You don't understand."

Batman flipped through the stack of documents almost roughly: "This..."

He froze quickly.

"That's not a clown, it's an innocent person with a bomb strapped to his body by a clown. It's just that his profession is a bit special, he's an actor."

"The clown was never on the set."

"Your robot killed a poor innocent man who could have been saved. If you walked up to him, it would be easy to see that he wasn't really a clown at all."