Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

"God." Tim rolled his eyes, and he felt quite empathetic. After killing Jason, the clown guy has been looking for opportunities to copy himself into a dead mockingbird, but now compared to Bruce——

Jerome was to little Bruce like a man who has starved for three days and sees a piece of bread.

The clown stroked Bruce's neck twice with the knife, Jason could clearly see Bruce's eyelashes trembling imperceptibly, the clown seemed to be about to draw a similar smile on his pretty face, The kind that goes behind the ears.

"Why are you so serious?" Jerome asked playfully, and Bruce Jr. felt that the cold blade had touched his skin, and he closed his eyes resignedly.

The sound of a knife piercing flesh.

He opened his eyes.

The clown still embraced him affectionately, but the knife in his hand pierced the stomach of a clown doll with his backhand. From Jason's perspective, it was a living person being disembowelled.

"Shut up! Crybaby!"

The clown doll stood up in pain, shivering and curled up in a ball, while Jerome just cursed impatiently and roughly in the poor devil's ear, and kicked him mercilessly aside.

The death of a loyal man was nothing to Jerome, even a glimpse of the young master.

Jerome put his index finger into the bloody wound, stirred it in satisfaction, smiled maliciously at little Bruce, and wiped the blood on little Bruce's with a gentle force that made his scalp tingle. lips.

Bruce's lips puffed up angrily, but the Joker happily wiped his lips from one corner to the other, forming a crying face.

"Turn that frown upside down," Jerome said with a pun.

"It's really funny." Jason said unbearably, he wanted to close his eyes, but the unknown force became stronger and stronger, so that no one could take their eyes off them.

"What good do you do?" Little Bruce seemed unable to understand Jerome, he looked at the hell on earth in front of him, "Why did you do this?"

"Oh—don't!" The audience said in unison. They have dealt with the clown so many times, and they fully understand that the clown seems to be the spokesperson of chaos and evil. What he likes most is when others try to guess their own. They seemed to be unable to guess what their intentions were, at first the Robins couldn't help asking a few questions, but later on they were too lazy to talk to the clown.

And then the guy started babbling like that stupid villain in a bad movie who always likes to explain why he does what he does, the only difference is that if he really takes the clown's nonsense seriously, that person will definitely pay the price.

"Hahaha——" Sure enough, Jerome laughed happily. Under the cheerful background music of the amusement park, his treacherous voice was like the snake that tempted the ancestors of mankind. "Why must there be a reason? Bruce, You think I have a good plan to turn Gotham into this mess?"

"Is there any plan for this crazy mess? No..." He leaned closer to little Bruce's face and shook his index finger, "People don't need a plan, they just need an excuse, mothers who dream of killing their children, want to stab Husbands of wives, lovers who are suspicious of each other...they maintain a superficial peace, but what are they thinking?"

"Everybody needs an excuse—"

"And I just became that person, telling them—do it, kill them, it doesn't matter, it's meaningless, it doesn't matter at all." Jerome's expression was surprisingly serious, and his voice no longer contained That unprincipled and high-spirited tone was indescribably gloomy. He looked deeply into the blue eyes of little Bruce. At that moment, what was he thinking?

"This lunatic..." Jason murmured, "He wants to convince Bruce, I bet if Bruce is willing to join his damn criminal business, he would be happy to let the clown die immediately."

"There are so many billionaires in Gotham, why does he have to keep an eye on Wayne?" Tim said blankly.

"Want to play?" Jerome took a baseball from the clown doll beside him, and he held it up to Bruce as if offering a treasure.

"Oh... forgot that you were tied up, my fault." He smiled and rolled his eyes, "But I like this game."

He made a throwing motion, and not far away, a man was sitting on a very thin beam, the wood was movable, he was wearing a crumpled suit, and he was still holding a briefcase in his hand, like He was caught suddenly when he was returning home from work normally.

Beneath that piece of wood was a huge glass tank filled with water, filled with sharp-toothed piranhas, and if the man could not keep his balance, he would die a miserable death if he fell, and Jerome's The purpose is to hit the man with the ball in his hand.

Jerome tossed the ball fancy, for no other purpose than to observe little Bruce's reaction.

At this moment, the young master calmed down. The negative emotions of fear and despair were stripped from him. He looked at Jerome calmly, without any ups and downs in his voice, "You can't escape the sanctions."

"I have already escaped, have you forgotten where I escaped from - Black Gate Prison, speaking of which, you still have a part of your shares, shut up now, I need to concentrate." The clown seemed to be irritated , commanded in a cold tone, because he didn't get the reaction he wanted.

He strikes the throwing pose again, and Bruce doesn't do what he wants, "A couple of brainwashed lunatics aren't going to control this city forever."

"So what? What's the point?" Jerome dragged his voice out. He didn't want to continue persuading this stubborn young master. His patience had been exhausted on Bruce. In fact, he Bruce has prepared the best way to die for him.

Jerome's movements became larger, and the man screamed.

He stopped suddenly, turned around, and began to instill his ideas into Bruce.

"Whoa," Tim said. "I have to admit the clowns were a lot easier to deal with back then, but luckily we don't have to see him anymore."

Jason replied with a half-smile: "I'd rather continue to watch him bouncing around in front of my eyes."

"I'll tell you what's the point... the point is that all those people who are vandalizing and killing people are also the ones who wash your car, pour you coffee, and say hello to you every day, but the lights go out , what will happen again?"

Bruce's exquisite face was surprisingly pale under the light, he lowered his eyes, and the painted teardrop was extremely real under the light.

Jerome lowered his head, he looked at Bruce from the bottom up, his face was wrinkled, and he even politely pressed his clown hat.

"...They showed their true colors, they showed how much they wanted to cut the veins of you, young master, and bathe in your noble blue blood."

Little Bruce’s expression revealed a bit of sadness and compassion. His thoughts are not difficult to guess—if I can make Gotham better, if I can make these people better, will these tragedies not happen? up?

"You're always being too hard on yourself," Tim sighs to himself.

"That's what it means," Jerome made a short conclusion.

"It's not true, there are more good people in Gotham." Bruce replied firmly.

The scene changed suddenly, and the Robins saw a dark figure. His cloak fell behind the clown and fell under the spotlight, while his upper body was hidden in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Bruce...that's Batman!" Jason struggled, as if trying to break his own bones, "Don't let that Batman disturb this scene!"

"What should we do!" Damian yelled at Jason, and the eerie and joyful music in the amusement park suddenly increased, and his voice was suppressed.

Jerome laughed hysterically, and the Batman took a step forward.

His upper body walked into the light.

He had the same smile on his face as the clown.

The merry-go-round behind it turned faster and faster, and under the colorful lights, it swayed into phantoms. Jason gritted his teeth. He knew that if this scene was allowed to continue, their mission would probably fail.

He began to mutter an ancient spell silently in his heart, and the ominous atmosphere haunted him, and cracks began to appear in Tim's calm appearance.

"Who?" The performance on the stage continued, and Jerome leaned back vigorously. From Tim's perspective, that Batman was like a puppet manipulated by the clown, answering Jerome's question.

"Those shivering sheep with locked doors?"

"Or... Batman?" The Joker's smile grew wider.

The entire space vibrated, and the deafening music disappeared. The clown suddenly lost his youthful appearance. Now he is the most familiar appearance to the Robins, with a purple coat and a flower that shoots acid on his chest. Fake flowers, holding a black and white cane in his hand, with which he tapped the floor vigorously and brushed his green hair.

"Is that so?" He raised his hand, and a spiked eye patch appeared on his fingertips. The clown lowered his voice and turned the eye patch.

"N Metal." Tim bit the tip of his tongue, "It can see clearly the maliciousness hidden in everyone's heart."

Little Bruce was still tightly bound, watching Batman maintain a wax-like smile as he slowly put the eyebands over his eyes.

"Take a look?" The clown's voice was extremely hoarse.

Countless malice flooded towards Bruce Jr. He retched twice and lowered his head helplessly.