[Comprehensive British and American] Emiya Tachika

"I thought you and Batman had reconciled. It seems that it was just an accident." Emiya Alter, who was Anwen in front of the background board, poked the pain of the red hood as soon as he opened his mouth.

Emiya Rikka was a little surprised that he knew about the relationship between the Red Hood and Batman, but it didn't take long to realize that Alter probably heard the news from the discussion of the Heroic Spirits.

(So ​​he usually stays in the corner and looks like he doesn't get along with others, but he is actually listening to gossip with his ears up?) Before that, he tried to talk to Emiya Alter, but his eyes stared at him, making him uneasy And the retreating Ishtar muttered unhappily: (What a sullen guy.)

Irisviel, who had a strong sense of presence as a glue in this small Hall of Valor, smiled, and turned the juice that was originally intended to be handed to Gilgamesh, and placed it in front of Ishtar.

(I don't want this.) Ishtar raised his hand in disgust and slapped his nose: (It smells like Gilgamesh.)

(Is that so?) Heroic Emiya switched the freshly prepared juice with the original one, and squeezed out a 'scary' smile: (I'm sorry for the taste of Gilgamesh.)

(Hey, you guys...!) Gilgamesh's voice was drowned out by the explosions that followed.

Even Constantine was a little dazed by the continuous explosions.Red Hood gave up arguing with Emiya Alter, waved away the clods that fell from the top of his head, and stared at the remote control in the hands of a guy who often cheated his teammates with a complicated expression.

"How much did you bury in the venue?" After the explosion ended, he asked quite energetically.

Constantine glanced at him with an indescribable expression, and raised the broken controller in his hand: "It's not me." Although his integrity is open to discussion, it is not enough for him to be pressed by someone at any time. Lie with a beating.

Since it wasn't Constantine, he was brave enough to disrupt the underground auction jointly organized by several major gangsters in Gotham, and even made such a big noise, and he wasn't afraid of being tracked down by Batman... He knew that he would do such a thing without using his brain Who would it be? The red hood took out a mobile phone from the weapon bag with a livid face.

...Damn it, what is the old bat doing? He didn't even notice that the Joker and the Harley Quinn escaped from Arkham Asylum again.

The stage where the auctioneer was originally standing was in a mess. A man in a ridiculous costume appeared on the stage, opened his arms to the trembling crowd, and the spotlight was manipulated to rest on him.

"Hahaha, long time no see, my dear friends."

Feeling the fear of everyone in the audience, he grinned happily, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Standing next to him, a woman who was dressed in a perfect match with him watched his performance, applauded wildly with tears in his eyes, and sent a rainbow fart without blinking: "You are so handsome! Pudding!"

"Don't call me pudding!" the clown roared angrily.

(it's a clown!)

Emiya Tatsuka, who had long had great objections to the existence of the Joker, even confronted Batman because of this, narrowed his eyes slightly, put his hands behind his back and used magic power to condense Cu Chulainn's weapon.

(Are you sure you want to do something to the clown here?) Kiritsugu who originally planned not to interfere with Ritsuka's choice in non-essential situations reminded: (Don't forget that the red hood is still there.) Although on the surface the red hood and Batman are still vice ( One-sided) tit-for-tat performance, but their performance of still standing on the same side at critical moments has already been thoroughly studied by various people.

Lixiang rubbed the uneven marks on the gun, licked her lips, and recalled the bank robbery she encountered when she first came to Gotham—the clown’s arrogant laughter and the girl who fell in a pool of blood protecting the child My mother is always lingering in my mind.

"From that moment on, I made up my mind."

A dry voice came from a throat as tight as an old windmill. Danny gave her a weird look. He had only heard the rumors of the Son of Light, but this was the first time he had contact with her. He moved his body towards Constantine. The direction moved.

Emiya Rikka closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"It's just an enemy of Batman." She murmured softly and laughed silently: (If you can't even deal with an ugly guy like the Joker, you're still some kind of righteous partner.)

Constantine stopped Emiya Tachika who was walking out with a gun.

"Are you sure you've thought it through?" he asked. "You know that killing the clown won't change the city, right?"

"Did you think so when you handed over the book of sacrificing life to summon demons to the Bishop of Sin City? Because even killing the few people behind the scenes can't change the whole city, so it's better to give it to the demons to clean it ?Do you know who it is who entrusted the partners of justice to deal with the bishop and the senator?"

Before he could answer, Emiya Lixiang continued talking on his own.

"It's a whore who climbed out of the dungeon without hesitation to cut off her ankles to avenge her innocent companions; a gangster who was cast aside by the 'superior' but only wanted to protect those around her; At the end of the day, I also believe that everything will be fine.”

"So what right do we have to sit on the sidelines because 'it won't change'?"

Constantine was speechless.

Danny, who realized what the Son of Light was going to do through the conversation between the two, recovered his voice after a moment of silence: "We are not qualified to judge a person's life or death, that's what a judge should do."

"If you kill the clown, you become a criminal too."

"What you said is not wrong." Emiya Lixiang did not deny this at all. She stared at the two lunatics who looked like comedians on the stage, lowered her voice, and said lightly, "If I kill If I become a clown, I also become a criminal."

"And that's what the Joker wants to see—heroes turned criminals."

"hero?"

Son of Light was amused by Danny's description.

There was a smile mixed with some inexplicable feelings on that originally indifferent face.

"I've never been a hero." She picked up her gun and walked outside, giving Red Hood a sideways glance as she passed by.

"So what the woman said before, 'Killer's killing the clown is just a personal act' is just a kind of comfort, right?" Red Hood asked: "Any agent who sees the clown will do the same behavior as him."

The Son of Light didn't deny it.

"...Come and stop me, Batboy." The clown, pointing a gun at the people who were forced to kneel on the edge of the stage, was dancing and exaggerating to the camera raised by Harley Quinn.

Harley Quinn was displeased to find a strange guy in tights broke into the carefully prepared stage.

"It's disgusting." She put down the camera and clicked her tongue, and flicked her hair unhappily: "Another pervert in tights came to interrupt my sweet date with Pudding."

Hearing this, the clown's eyes lit up and he turned around.

After realizing that it was a woman in a blue tights who barged in instead of the Batman he was expecting, the Joker immediately waved his hand impatiently and threw a shuttle at her.

"Don't! Come! Hit! Disturb! Me!" He said, "There are more and more unknown third-rate characters."

(... Cu Chulainn.)

(Just use my power!) Cu Chulainn responded very readily.

"Third-rate character? I'll soon make you speechless."

As she/he said, he showed a maddened smile that didn't match that face at the clown, and the dazzling red light invaded all around from the hand holding the gun handle tightly.

The clown narrowed his eyes in shock.

When his eyes gradually got used to the dazzling brilliance, he saw a spear point exuding a sharp coldness, attacking his heart with an inescapable momentum.

Dodge to the side?Or run backwards?

No matter which direction to hide from, the signal from the brain is death.

At the moment when there was a stabbing pain in the heart that froze the soul, Harry's scream and belated announcement seemed to come from the sky.

"—Gae Bolg! 』

The brilliance completely dissipated, and the clown stared at the face so familiar that he wanted to laugh, with a distorted smile on his face.

Bat Boy was really played completely.

It was the last remaining consciousness in his mind.

The author has something to say: #When Batman arrived, there was only one hole left.

If you hit the clown, you should use the big move directly, and don't give him any chance to be saved by Batman.