Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

"actually…"

David touched his hair in embarrassment, but the silver-white hair was already stained red with blood: "I don't need his help that much, and it's not impossible to rely on myself."

"It does not matter."

He said.

"Bruce is different from me...he needs protection. That, should, be held in the palm of your hand...uh."

He seemed to suddenly feel that he shouldn't have said that, so he stopped the topic: "Anyway, we have to go back and save him."

His words were not convincing, and the blood dripped down his elbow.

He leaned against the wall and stood up unsteadily, holding the orange gemstone with his slender fingers.

Barbara raised her hand to cover her lips: "This is too cruel, why, the injury on his back..."

"David" also appeared in the Tower of Titans at some point. He leaned against the wall and smiled lightly: "It looks very motivated."

"Can you shut up?"

The long stick was placed under the nose of "David", and the threat was self-evident.

Ye Yi stared at him unkindly: "Why don't you go? Since it's so painful, why are you standing here?"

He himself didn't like "David" at all for some past reasons.

"David" didn't take his threat seriously at all, he just smiled softly and shook his head: "Why did he react so much? Didn't he also kill Bruce Wayne in front of you? One person Once, isn't it fair?"

His expression seemed to be really puzzled by this matter, he patted the non-existent dust on the long windbreaker, turned and left.

His words stunned the Titans.

Yes.

Why on earth are they... slowly being subtly influenced by David?

Nightwing turned around.

A key was pressed on the computer.

The holographic projection made David appear among them in an instant.

Nightwing turned on the communication device: [There's no need to go back, David.Your task has been completed, laughing wildly and saying that he is very happy. ]

A daze appeared on David's face for a moment, and he fell back to the ground holding the necklace.The expression looked extremely disappointed: "Ah... Sure enough, is that so?"

Blood dripped from the wound on his back little by little, and even formed a small puddle under his body.

He raised his hand and covered his eyes.

The voice was trembling and thin: "Then...did he...suicide?"

Ye Yi's pupils shrank.

No, maybe everyone's expressions are a little strange.

They hadn't intended to tell David such a thing.

His laughing reaction after being forced out of that world by death is just so weird.

The maniacal laughter was still mad and grinning.

It was as if David's death hadn't touched him at all.

But when he fell into the water, he hadn't let go of the hand that was holding the corpse tightly.

Just like before, he kissed those cold thin lips.

He grinned grinningly, and the titans couldn't see clearly the expression on his face, nor could they see clearly what kind of emotion flowed in those cobalt blue eyes.

He just shook his head: "Go back quickly, go back quickly..."

I don't know if he is speaking to himself or to someone else.

Then, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the sky.

Laughs that he's happy enough, then shoots himself in the head.

The task of the Titans is now complete.

The Nightmare Knights of each world have not done any irreversible and destructive disasters to the earth they are on, nor have they been able to travel to other worlds.

The damage done by Nightmare Knights has been minimized.

Although…

Ye Yi gave a soft [um] sound.

David's body trembled suddenly, as if he couldn't bear the ending.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his nails drew blood on his palms, but he didn't seem to feel it, allowing the blood to flow down his arms drop by drop.

This side was really too bloody, and Raven even felt that she could smell the strong smell of blood.

She couldn't bear it, and wanted to touch David a little, but her fingers passed through the image.

She clearly saw that the liquid dripping between her fingers was not only blood, but also something transparent.

[What exactly is going on?what do you knowDavid. ]

David was silent for a long time.

He still didn't let go.

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "Because of him, it's not like laughing wildly at all."

"He's not the original lol, he is, because of the soul gem. I don't know exactly why, but I'm sure it's him. The taste is the same. No two people can have the same taste, and the soul is... from beginning to end , that’s him, it’s always been him. Follow me…”

[…I do not understand.If it is him, why is he? ]

"He has no memory. Every time my body returns to the 'save point' you originally set, his memory will be cleared along with the gems."

"Time and time again... But the number of times is too many, he can vaguely remember something, or something went wrong in the world of laughter. For example, he can detect that I am not willing, for example, he guessed the so-called 'Make him happy' mission."

[Then why did the maniacal laugh want to kill you? ]

"Joker's virus made him unable to control himself at all."

David put down his hand, and big tears rolled down from his eyes: "He can't control himself...he's really in pain. But I can't save him, I can't even...protect him."

"The clown's virus drives him to destroy the world."

David's hands kept shaking: "Everyone I've seen has been tortured to death by him. Whether it's what he loves or what he hates, torture will calm him down a bit and satisfy him temporarily. fun of."

"Bruce, he has no choice. He can only use the crazy murderous thoughts in his mind to kill me first... so that I can go back quickly and don't stay in that world for a second. He really... has no way to control Myself. I can’t even love, I can’t protect, I can only use this kind of deformity.”

David shook his head: "If he wants me to be miserable, he wants me to be sad. He has at least a thousand ways to do it. Believe me, if he laughs wildly, he will really do that."

"Bruce, he has always been a very gentle person."

David smiled: "His original plan should be to kill me as quickly as possible and send me back, and then he can help me complete the task, and then be burned to death by the red light energy ejected from my body."

[unintelligible...]

"But that's the kind of person he is. Take care of himself, do things that are so-called least harmful to you, and people can't understand. Even if he uses any means, he is so stupid. Even if he kills me, he will be the one who suffers the most. He probably doesn't even know how to deal with me..."

[Maybe this is just your imagination?Maybe he wasn't the soul you said was in the Soul Gem at all, or maybe Maniac was simply trying to kill you. ]

David lowered his eyes, looking a little complicated.

"That's the best."

His slender fingers stroked the scar on his hand: "It's just that I can't restrain myself from thinking about what he said. When he said that I lived for him, he didn't mean to be sarcastic, he just looked... very sad."

Fingers reached the back of the neck and untied the black leather necklace.

A pair of red eyes stared at the orange gem.

David raised the corners of his lips bitterly: "But I live for him."

"At that time... I felt that I had been abandoned by the world, school violence, being rejected by my classmates, being called a monster by them. My parents were the same, they hated me... My father also said that I was a monster. My mother always avoided me. Me, I look like I hate me. It’s ridiculous. When I was a few years old... I was not afraid of death. Death should be a very happy thing. But my house is only two stories high, and it looks like I can’t die if I jump down... "

His red eyes seemed to have lost their light, he recalled those painful days dully:

"It's a monster, because it looks like this."

David hooked the corners of his lips, and bit his lower lip: "Only him. Only him, he said I'm not a monster, he said I'm just different..."

Tears dripped uncontrollably, falling on the orange gemstone in big drops.

"Bruce Wayne is really annoying..."

"Arbitrarily, without people's consent, they picked up strange wild cats on the road. They are obviously just monsters, but they must lie to me and say that they are actually treasures..."

He couldn't restrain his strong emotions, and the black aura floated up and down around him.

It's just that there seemed to be light in those eyes again.

"I've never felt... the feeling of being treated like a treasure."

"Bruce is the only one for me."

"Only later."

He smiled bitterly, looking at his pale, blood-stained palm: "Because of some accident, I was taken away by the puppeteer."

"From the age of nine to 16, I prayed every day for him to save me. But he didn't come. The puppeteer used a scalpel to cut his body open. The spine and head were cut off bit by bit and stitched to another body. Go... there is no anesthetic, and I can't struggle with the rope..."

"2594 stitches."

Red eyes are flat: "Sorry, it's a boring thing."

He rubbed his forehead, paused, but continued with difficulty: "Then...he killed the puppeteer."

"I want to see him, I want to throw myself into his arms and cry about how much pain I have, I want to beat him up and ask him why he didn't come to save me. But I have already thought about what Bruce will say, how he will apologize , What will happen to me, forgive him reluctantly."

David smiled: "However, the scar on my body in the mirror is really terrifying. So I decided to go back after it healed, so as not to scare him. Although it really became a monster, but Bruce must not think I'm a monster..."

"It was a very difficult time. At the beginning, there were painkillers, and my consciousness was confused every day because of the medicine. Later, I don't know how long it took, I developed resistance to all painkillers, and there was no way. It hurts. I passed out and woke up with pain. Every day... I want to die, but I still want to see him."

"I tell myself every day, bear it a little longer, bear it a little longer... I will see him soon. As long as I see him, all of this will be worth it."

"So I endured it for ten years."

"The wound on the back is finally healed. The neck hasn't healed yet...but I can't wait, I want to see him."

"Then I saw him, in the crowd...far away."

"He doesn't look like he's having a great time. He looks like he's tired...but...uh... like, doesn't remember me at all."

"...He only has Gotham in his eyes, and a group of strangers who have nothing to do with him."

"sorry."

David pulled his hair in pain: "I can't bear it, I can't restrain myself, I really didn't want to kill him, I just thought, at least an apology, I will leave far away, as if I never Didn't know him. Or in a corner where no one knows, take your own life. But..."

"It's all my fault. When he really said sorry, I was stunned. I'm sorry, I didn't catch him, I'm sorry..."

"too difficult."

He curled himself up into a ball, his white hair sticking to his face.

The scar on his back looked hideous and terrifying.

"I really want... to be picked up by him again."