After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Jason Todd is not afraid of pain.Rather, he has long been used to pain.Before meeting Bruce, his life was full of all kinds of violence. At that time, the violence was cold, like the black slate in the deep alley of Gotham. After meeting Bruce, his life was full of violence. It is still full of violence, but at this time, the violence is painted with brighter colors, as if it has a strange temperature.

He is not afraid of the pain that accompanies violence. He was not afraid before, and he is even less afraid now.

He pressed hard on the wound on his leg, trying not to show pain - he knew that was what the Joker wanted to see, or rather, that was what the Joker wanted Batman to see.Therefore, he will never satisfy the clown.

no way.

"Look at you, boy, what do they say? A pure, beautiful soul? You could have been hiding in the crowd, playing the role of a child with peace of mind, protected, even crying To fight against this disturbing world, but why would you choose to stand up? To save your relatives? Adoptive father?" The clown laughed out loud, he was always laughing, laughing almost crazy, people can not understand , making people feel creepy.

"Bruce Wayne, what a gift full of surprises, he is a bit different from what we thought, isn't he?" He turned his head to look at the guests, but he didn't get any response, and everyone bowed in fear She nodded, refusing to give him a look.

The clown looked away boredly. He stared at Jason's face, as if looking at another surprise: "You paid a heavy price, thinking you could get something of equivalent value, but found out that it was just a cheap, inferior product , you've been lied to, boy. Let me teach you a lesson, this is life, you never know what's going to greet you next."

Jason knew that he couldn't keep silent any longer, he wanted to attract the Joker's attention as much as possible, and delay Batman's time as much as possible.He would come, Jason never doubted it, whether it was as Batman's sidekick, or as Bruce Wayne's son, he firmly believed in the man.

"Batman will come," he said to the Joker, "and he will send you back to Arkham."

"So sweet," the clown leaned closer to Jason, "Thank you for your comfort, boy, it seems that you have completely given up on your adoptive father, haven't you?"

He stared at Jason, there was no emotion in those eyes, as if they were just two glass beads embedded in the dummy: "Your adoptive father abandoned you, but you don't have the slightest regret or fear?"

"I never regret it." Jason stared at him coldly, "Never."

The Joker didn't speak, his expression was unpredictable, he looked at Jason, but it seemed that he saw another person through him: "You remind me of Batman."

Jason fought back against subconscious stiffness, and he succeeded.The clown didn't realize that something was wrong, he let go of Jason, turned his head down and walked two steps by himself, the purple suit was crumpled and shrunk, matched with the messy green hair, it looked weird and crazy.

He stopped, raised his hand abruptly, raised his gun and fired at the huge crystal ceiling on the ceiling.

"boom!"

The bullet passed through the crystal lamp and hit the ceiling. The old ceiling shook, and twelve white candles swayed with light and shadow, falling on the ground like ghosts.

"Damn! Clown, what the hell are you going crazy about?!" a gang leader said impatiently, "Since you tricked us here—"

"In Gotham, there are two kinds of people." The clown interrupted him, his voice was not loud, but he had the power to control the audience and make people have to quiet down and listen to him, "A kind of hope Batman lives, a hope Batman dies."

He smiled and looked at the group of people: "You are only here for this common purpose, but whether the purpose can be achieved depends entirely on yourself, I have not made any guarantees."

——Yes, he deceived these people. Isn’t it that fools live in this world to deceive?Blame only my lack of brains, but pin all my hopes on an untrustworthy person.

The clown became more and more bored, he didn't bother to pay attention to the ugly face of the other party, after all, they are staying here now, but they are just a decoration that has lost its effectiveness - who would have thought that Bruce Wayne would run away directly and be lucky enough to escape successfully Woolen cloth?

He sighed towards the ceiling, growing bored.

"We're all waiting," he looked back at Jason, "waiting for the same person to arrive, do you think he's coming soon?"

Jason didn't speak.

"Oh, you're silent again, Wayne boy, don't do this, please don't do this, didn't you just do a good job? Huh? Say a few words to me again, and talk about your stinky sewer from Gotham The experience of crawling out of the slums...to stall for time and wait for the arrival of Batman, haha." The clown said with a smile as he played with the gun.

Jason looked up, glaring at him.

"TV shows are always like this. The villain is always chattering. The hero always arrives at the most critical moment. He successfully strives for the best of both worlds. Then he becomes a god in the eyes of mortals." The clown said, "It's the villains , is the villain, and we are the ones who made the gods."

"...But, I don't want to make a god today," he raised his gun and slowly aimed it at Jason's head, as if he wanted to tease Jason, "This time our hero of justice Can't catch up, because, I just want him to enjoy the pain."

Jason wanted to dodge, but his leg was shot and he couldn't dodge as fast as usual. What should he do?This room was full of people, but everyone just watched this scene or turned their heads away from watching this scene. No one would save him, and he didn't expect it.

...Yeah, Jason never counted on this.

——What the hell, who would have thought he ended up dying at the hands of the Joker as Jason Todd?He thought to himself inwardly that he only hoped that Batman could find a suitable excuse when he wanted to avenge him.

"boom!"

The bullet fired.

Jason's eyes widened, watching the bullet pierced the clown's wrist before he could shoot, and the gun in the clown's hand fell with a sound, dripping blood.

He opened his mouth and looked at the crowd suddenly.

Wearing a little black dress, Martina Walker pointed a gun at the clown's head while restrainedly walking away from the crowd and walking towards Jason.

Jason's scalp was numb, and he stared at Martina. He didn't expect this woman to be so crazy.

"Ha." The clown tilted his head, he didn't care about the injured hand, let alone the bluffing of his subordinates, and even signaled his subordinates not to do anything. He stared at Martina, "Another strange little character, uh-huh?"

Martina didn't speak. All members of the Clown Gang pointed their guns at her. Like a beast, she didn't dare to shift her gaze or relax for a moment in the confrontation with the lunatic Joker.She kicked Jason: "Get up! Brat."

Jason gritted his teeth and got up silently.

——Damn it, Martina smiled bitterly in her heart, she didn't even know where she had the courage to do such a thing.She doesn't think she is a good person, and the life and death of others has nothing to do with her... But maybe it's because Jason is not much older than Alice, maybe it's because she knows all about Jason's past, maybe it's because They have been mentioning Batman frequently just now, maybe for no reason!She just wanted to do this on a whim——

Even people who live in this world like ants, there will be moments when they will not hesitate to chase the light.

...But, to be honest, she regrets it now.

Not everyone has the courage to face the Joker like Batman did.Martina's back was covered with cold sweat, and she felt that her hands were already stiff, and she could barely hold on to aim at the Joker—she couldn't see any hope, unless Batman could arrive in the next moment.

After all, Martina came to this charity auction with other people's tailwinds. Out of the vigilance that has always been influenced by the environment, she hesitated and brought a revolver, but the bullets in it did not exceed 3 Hair, I have used up one hair just now, and there are two left, what can I do?

The clown calmly raised his hands and took a step forward with a smile.

Martina immediately retreated vigilantly: "Don't come over."

"You're afraid of me," he said, shaking his head. "You shouldn't. You know, I'm a clown who wants to make everyone laugh."

He bent down slowly, and picked up the dropped penis with his other hand amid Martina's warning sound.

The second bullet warning generally went through the ends of his hair.Martina felt that after this incident, she had to leave Gotham City, otherwise, she would definitely die a miserable death.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I will kill you."

"You won't," the clown shook his head. What happened just now didn't seem to have any effect on him. He glanced at the guests watching the show, and pointed to his heart. "If I die, my body will The bomb will send everyone present to accompany me—"

He grinned and said, "The journey to hell is never lonely."

The moment he finished stating this fact, Martina and Jason knew that the situation had completely turned against them.Sure enough, the gang leaders present at the scene who were not fully controlled immediately pointed their guns at the two of them, and some even rushed up immediately and restrained Martina.

Facing those "professionals", her fighting skills are still too immature.The last round of the revolver was wasted in the struggle, her hair was disheveled, and she was forced to kneel.

Jason struggled, his eyes were tearing apart, and he wanted to rescue Martina.He can tolerate himself dying here, but he can't accept that he has caused a good person who tried to save him.

He was knocked down hard to the ground.

The moment his face was pressed against the smooth floor, Jason shuddered—it turned out that this expensive and delicate floor was as cold as the stone slabs in Gotham's dirty alleys.

The Joker said, "I was going to write a final credit to all of this, but I'm tired of it, so, Bat, forgive my hasty ending—"

Without looking up, he shot Martina.

"boom!"

Jason's whole body trembled for a moment, as if the person shot by the bullet was actually himself.

He raised his head vigorously, looked at the clown, and gritted his teeth: "I will kill you—"

"Sorry, honey," the clown looked down at him, and although his wrist was still bleeding, he didn't care, "but I'm not going to give you this chance, otherwise, wouldn't this be too dramatic?"

He laughed, raised his gun and shot Jason without hesitation.

"boom--"

The world was silent.The corpse slumped to the ground, the unyielding eyes gradually faded, no miracles and magic happened, Batman lost his mockingbird forever, Bruce Wayne lost his adopted son forever.

For a long time, the clown stared at the blood slowly flowing on the ground, and recited the nursery rhyme amidst the low sobs around him:

"Who Killed the Mockingbird?

It's me, said the sparrow,

with my bow and arrow,

I killed the mockingbird.

......."