After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Before the clown's nursery rhyme came to an end, the closed door of the annex collapsed, and the afternoon sun poured in from behind the heavy door, and a black figure stood in the backlight.

—It was Hilda.

She is late.Even if it was only a second away, the cruelty of time would only ruthlessly place this fact in front of her.

Countless guns have been aimed at this woman who suddenly appeared at the main entrance and looked extremely arrogant no matter what.

But the clown watched her with great interest, waved his hand, and signaled his men not to shoot.No one noticed that the gang leaders in Gotham exchanged a few glances because of her arrival, and retreated silently into the crowd-maybe the clown noticed, but how could a lunatic care about this?

He stared at Hilda, but Hilda didn't even look at him. From the moment she came in, her eyes were fixed on the two familiar figures lying in the pool of blood, and she never moved again. And everything around has been completely ignored.

She is late.

Martin's boots were crushed on the clean floor, she walked step by step between Martina and Jason, and stopped.

"What happened to them?" Hilda heard her own cold voice.

The clown answered with a grin: "They're dead, one shot, bang—"

"..." Hilda knelt down on one knee, turned Jason's body over, and placed his head on her lap. She looked at the blood-stained face and said softly, "Dead? No , they didn't deserve to die."

"Shouldn't?" The clown asked back, "What should be? What should not be? You think that everyone will die, but fate is like a hunter in the dark, you have to be careful... He will shoot you at any time."

Hilda raised her head, her eyes were serious: "No, they shouldn't die, because this has never been my permission-this planet belongs to me, then, everything on this planet should belong to me, including every piece of paper. life……"

Forces and laws are silently cohesively operating in invisible places, and something is stirred, destroyed, and then reassembled.

Since in this world, death is just another form of survival, then from life to death, and from death to life, for some people, it is just an easy leap.

Jason's eyelashes trembled heavily.

"...death without my permission," Hilda said slowly, "is not a real death."

He opened his eyes.

One step away, Martina's body trembled slightly, as if trying to endure the pain.

Countless exclamations sounded at the same time, and the clown's eyes widened.The pair of blue eyes that had lost their spirit re-condensed, and Jason seemed to finally realize who the person in front of him was. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Hilda's hand, with intense hatred and anger erupting in his eyes :

"kill him--!"

The flames of death burned his spirit, and the last will before his death affected his emotions at this moment. He was already desperate, just wanted to get up, and ended the clown's life with his own hands.

Jason was panting violently, and Hilda looked at him calmly: "Who did you kill?"

"clown!"

"Okay, okay, take it easy, Jason," Hilda's voice was soft, as if coaxing a newborn baby - in fact, it's almost the same, Jason is just an ordinary person after all, just experienced death Coming back, the temporary mental shock and confusion are nothing but unsurprising aftereffects. Hilda knows that he must not go against his emotions at this time, so she rarely showed a bit of tenderness. She coaxed, "...don't It made Bruce worry."

Jason's expression was dazed for a second, and then he finally realized something. He let go of Hilda's hand abruptly. Regardless of the bleeding wound, he sat up, avoided Hilda, and stared at the clown.

Hilda wasn't angry. She stood up, walked towards Martina, lifted her trembling from the ground, and stared at her face with a vague expression: "...It's over."

Martina closed her eyes slightly, she knew what Hilda meant - it was over, from the first time she rescued Hilda in the deep alley of Gotham, to the moment she was captured by Hilda Da pulled back from the embrace of death, and the cycle of cause and effect finally settled.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack..."

The clown applauded abruptly: "What a touching plot, but have you forgotten the audience standing aside? This is not a qualified performance-you, I know you, Hilda Walker...It is unexpected , Gotham still has you... who can resurrect the dead."

He bit the syllables and emphasized the word "resurrection", which, as expected, caused a commotion.

No one would covet such an ability. Human beings are greedy. The harder it is to beg death, the more they desire death. When this desire has the possibility of being realized, they will gather together at all—

The clown glanced at the camera that was still flashing the signal light, and his sinister smile couldn't help but widen: He was looking forward to it too much, no matter how many damn ants interrupted today's plan, Hilda was enough to become the biggest Surprise, as long as he provokes a little, no, even without him, Gotham will go completely crazy for this girl.

...this is the real carnival.

Hilda stood up. She looked at a member of the Clown Gang who was still holding a gun to her, and moved her fingers slightly at him. The gun in his hand fell off instantly and flew towards Hilda. He yelled, It was like seeing a ghost.

So countless bullets rushed towards Hilda, but none of them could hurt her—everyone knew what this meant. Smart people had lost their fighting spirit and just looked at the clown, while those who did not give up were still looking at the clown. Hilda fired, as if trying to find her physical weakness in the test.

In the hail of bullets, she loaded the gun without haste.

Hilda raised her head: "Just now, who touched Jason Todd and Martina Walker?"

Holding up her gun, she casually aimed at a man wearing a clown mask, tilted her head and asked, "Is that you?"

The man opened his mouth: "It's me—"

"boom--"

The bullet hit the center of the forehead, and a little blood burst out.

Jason trembled all over, and looked at Hilda suddenly: "You...!" How can you kill someone? !

Before the words came out of his mouth, Jason suddenly remembered: ... Hilda is not a superhero, and she can't even be regarded as a party of justice.She never said that she has any principle of not killing, although she does not seem to have killed anyone.

Was this the first person she had killed?Jason thought vaguely, what should Batman do if he knows?What would Bruce Wayne do if he knew?

"...or is it you?" Hilda ignored Jason, and calmly aimed at the second person.

"No!" The other party's legs were weak, and he turned to run away, "It's not me! It's not—"

"boom--"

"A lie," said Hilda softly.

"Then..." She spoke again, like the whisper of death, "Who held them down?"

Looking at this scene, the clown not only ignored the cries for help from his subordinates, but stared at Hilda excitedly, squinting his eyes and anticipating her next move.

"It's him!" "It's him!" "Don't care about our business!"

"Oh," Hilda smiled, "it's you."

She took aim at the third and pressed the trigger.

A black batarang suddenly appeared and hit the firearm in her hand, so the bullet went off track, just slid past the man's skin and missed his body.

It's Batman.

The clown opened his mouth.

Batman dragged his heavy body and stood not far away. His body was covered with battle marks. He glanced at the injured Jason without leaving any traces, and then said to Hilda: "...you don't Should kill."

Hilda looked at him, and after a while, she said, "Okay."

Batman relaxed slightly, but the next second she suddenly raised her gun, "Bang—" The third bullet hit the heart of the man who was lucky enough to live a few seconds longer.

Batman was stunned: "You—"

"The last one," Hilda said. She blew on the muzzle and threw it to Jason.

Jason froze for a moment, then looked up at Hilda, only to see that she had rushed towards the clown who had been watching the show, and hit him in the face with a punch. He grabbed his hair and pulled it up.

"Hey," said the Joker, looking into Hilda's eyes, "hello, honey—uh!"

He was strangled.

"You're really ugly." Hilda tightened her hands with disgust on her face.

"If I... die..." The clown still had that malicious smile on his face, "All... all... people..."

"Really?" Hilda interrupted him, showing the same smile, "I don't believe it, the more you say that, the more I want to try."

At this moment, the smiles on the faces of the two of them were so similar that it shocked the onlookers—Batman subconsciously stepped forward and reached out his hand to stop Hilda.

He didn't expect to succeed, but Hilda turned her head to look at him, and let go of her hand casually. The clown bent down and coughed violently: "Ahem, ahem—hahahahahaha, bat, are you here?" help me……"

Batman punched him hard, and he grabbed the Joker by the collar and punched him again.He heard the sound of bone cracking, and then restrained and forbearance let go of his hand.

He wished he could kill the clown.But, no.

He stared at the Joker as if staring into a loathsome abyss.

"Too late," the Joker gasped, staring at Batman, "you're too slow, Bat—ever too slow."

The Joker felt pleasure: he knew he had succeeded, and while neither of the mortals had actually died, Batman had felt the pain—

He should look in the mirror, the clown thought, so he would know how much emotion was being revealed by his tense, trembling jaw.

The pleasure even made him ignore the physical pain, and the clown let out a contented sigh.

Batman has never wanted to kill the Joker like this time - he was late, he desperately wanted to go back to the annex, but he met Bane who was guarding outside, the only arrangement Joker had for Bane Never mind anything but lurking and waiting for a Batman who is less rational because of his anxiety.

Once again, the Joker wins.

It was a bad fight, but never before had Batman suffered like this: Jason was suffering in it, but he couldn't get there in time.Every gunshot is a huge torture for Batman, the Joker knows this, rather, this is the result he wants to see, he wants Batman to suffer, and he can't forgive himself.

The Dark Knight is clearly aware of the purpose of the clown, but he can only watch himself go to the abyss: in any case, he cannot forgive himself.

...Perhaps, the only good thing is that Hilda revived Jason.

He closed his eyes and looked at Hilda: "...you can't kill him."

"Of course," Hilda replied.

She turned her head, looked at Jason who was holding a gun, and waved to him: "Come here, Jason."

An ominous premonition arose in Batman's heart.

Hilda smiled under Jason's puzzled eyes: "...you come and kill the clown."

——This is, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.