[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

The baseball bat crushed Gary McColl's skull, the glasses were shattered, and only the frame was left crooked on the face. The glass shards were scattered all over the floor, scratching the skin of the corpse's face. The dead man's eyes were wide open with an incredible expression on his face. and panic.

"He deserves it! My poor boy..." Mr. Jenkins covered his face.

"He might know where Spencer and James are! But he's dead now! What about our children?" Mr. Reid yelled hysterically. He pressed his forehead and asked, "Before you do it, did you ask anything?"

Mr. Jenkins showed guilt and apology on his face, and he stammered: "I, listen, I'm sorry. I questioned him about Riley after I came in, but he refused to admit it, but I saw the washing machine. Shoes. Then that son of a bitch started begging for mercy, he got on his knees and told me he couldn't help but kidnap my boy. He brought Riley back... After that he killed Riley for fear of being exposed. Sorry, I can't, I can't control my anger."

"Oh!" Mr. Rhett's chest heaved violently, and he asked again: "Then what should we do now? Huh?"

Mrs. Rhett seemed to be awakened by this sentence. She looked at the men around her, and finally at Mr. Jenkins, and said, "We can't tell the police, they will arrest Lu."

"Leave it alone, Lu and I will take care of it, Mr. Burt, can you..."

"You mean to dispose of the body, and then conceal the murder and not report it?" Bruce asked gloomily, no, it was more of a sarcasm question than an inquiry.

"This man is a beast. You have seen and heard him. He killed Riley. Maybe it is related to the disappearance of the two children. He broke into our house just to repeat the same tricks and hurt innocent children. Lu shouldn't do it for this. Scum in jail. He's avenging his own son... Bert, Bruce, Clark? Come on, you have kids too!"

"I usually don't let murderers escape in front of my eyes." Bruce's voice became lower, "Besides, if we must call the police, what are you going to do? Kill us together?"

"Of course not, but I beg you, don't ruin the rest of the life of a recently bereaved father."

"After he murdered a man."

"That's a fucking scum, he molested and murdered Riley, and he wants to do the same to Spencer and James, your James, your boy!"

"Still murder."

"If you dare to touch your conscience and say that you have never done a single wrong thing to torment your conscience in your life, if you dare to pat your chest and promise that in the rest of your life, if you encounter such misfortune, You also swear that you will not make a wrong move...then you go to the police, go, and report me." Mr. Jenkins standing aside said suddenly, his eyes were sincere but sad, and he just looked at Bruce , and even dared to look directly into those sharp and shocking ice blue eyes.

Bruce was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "You know very well that these are two things. You also know very well that what you did, no matter what your excuses are, you lost control and were murdered by hatred and anger. one person."

His emphasis on the word "murder" made Jenkins' cheek twitch uncontrollably.

"I will tell the police, but not now. There are still two children who are still missing, dead or alive, and I don't have time to discuss whether this is right or wrong with you now, and I don't want to discuss it with you in general. Before the kidnapping case is over, I hope you will turn yourself in. It’s okay for you to hate me for this.” Bruce calmly concluded, he glanced at the Rhetts, but didn’t say anything, and let Clark follow him away.

He didn't have time to discuss whether killing a scum deserved to go to jail.Anyway, after going to court, Jenkins' defense lawyer will definitely take advantage of this, and the jury and judge will also consider related factors.It is not for them to reduce or exonerate the crime. No one present is qualified to do so.

"I thought you had something to check with Mrs. Reed." Clark asked after leaving the house.

"It was there before, but now I've confirmed it." Bruce said coldly, operated the wheelchair to move to the side of the car, took out a map from it, and circled a few places: "Clark, amplify your super hearing. Find where there is the sound of airplane engines tonight. No matter what he wants to do, Nygma will definitely transfer the two children before tomorrow."

Nygma started packing his luggage after the alarm clock sounded at eight o'clock. He said he was packing, but he was actually just destroying the evidence and destroying the scene.He cleared all the data on the light screen, and then destroyed the equipment that projected the light screen.

He put all the important things into a suitcase with a fingerprint code and closed the box.He was about to get up and take the two children to the roof to wait for the plane, but when he stood up, his legs gave way and he almost fell to the corner of the table.

"Oh shit, not now!" he exasperated.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?" the kind-hearted kid Reid walked up to him and asked with his face raised.

"Some annoying little problems." Nygma shrugged indifferently.

James also walked over, helped the Riddler up with Rhett, and said with a little doubt: "I don't think this is a small problem, you can't even stand upright now."

"Yes, unfortunate old problem. It was probably decades ago, when I was on the run. Yes, even I have had the worst times like this in the past. And it's not my fault, because the world It was the most difficult time for everyone in those few years when there was one more lunatic that no one could put him in a lunatic asylum." Even though his heart was throbbing with pain, Nygma still Don't forget the chatterbox.

"He hurt you?" Rhett asked.

Nigma shook his head, another burst of pain that seemed to tear his internal organs hit him, his eyes darkened for a moment, and after a while he slowly said: "He wants to come, but life can't be everything you want, even for For a person who calls himself a god. I spent some time convincing and bribing the executioner. It was not easy. You must know that if he is discovered, he will be directly melted into a pool of blood by the heat sight, or be torn apart Split in two. Damn it, I guessed that he would come to the execution scene, but fortunately the big man didn't watch the execution, thanks to the rebels who never let people live."

"He put me in a dumpster and then into a toxic waste pile with tons of radioactive waste all around me. It took me a while to get out of there and I had to go down the drain and soak in that green In the waste water that shines. Guess the riddle, it looks green, it tastes red, it spits out black... Thanks to that piece of watermelon, I don't know who stuffed it after I crawled out of the sewer of."

"Afterwards, I thought of many ways to keep my skin and flesh sticking to my bones, but you can see the effect. I hid in the refugee area for a long time, no matter whether the government army or the rebel army caught me, it was over until the war finally It's over. At first I thought I've waited for the best time, no one will stop me from doing anything. I'm getting richer, manipulating politicians is easy, stealing tech...but no technology can undo my radiation exposure body of."

"I'm dying, and I don't know what day it is, it could be any morning, noon, afternoon, or night. I don't know, I don't even know what's the point of it all anymore."

No matter how smart Rhett and James are, they are just two children, and they cannot give the answer to the Riddler.

"I like riddles, but the truth is I only like riddles, and I like riddles just because I like to enjoy the feeling that none of you know, only I know. I'm smart, you know... no, you don't know, no one knows me How smart. They never see me in their eyes, how can I let them know that I am smarter than each of you?" Nygma sat up suddenly, and then tightly grabbed Rhett's small arm, frightened James immediately went to break his hand.

Probably because of the radiation problem, at this stage Nygma didn't seem to feel the pain from the bone erosion just now.His eyes were wide open, and there was an excited light from them, and he looked energetic, looking at Rhett as if he could swallow him alive.Nygma was still talking non-stop, but what he said at this moment did not have the depression just now, nor did it have any order.

This is the first time James really feels that the Riddler is indeed a madman!

"You don't understand, am I crazy? I'm not crazy! But why am I driven crazy by my own riddle? I'm the one who won. I beat all of you. You're all dead. I'm the only one who lives. I Controlling multiple governments, I can manipulate anyone, I have a lot of money, no matter how weird I am, beautiful women will come to my door willingly, I get it all! I'm the smartest one! No, I don't... I don't win If I beat you, you are all dead, and I will never win against you again."

The roar of helicopter oars came from the roof, and the sound became louder and deafening.But Nigma still didn't regain his senses. He squeezed Rhett's hand harder and harder, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Why am I dissatisfied?! I got everything I ever wanted, why don't I want it? If I wanted to live, I could transplant my brain out and find a new body, even an artificial body. I could Working with Hydra to develop the perfect serum...but why did I refuse? Why did I dream of Gotham every night? In the dream I was back in the cell of Arkham, do I miss being Closed day?"

James wrenched his claw-like hand hard, trying to rescue the stupefied Rhett.

"In the dark, in the deep, deep night, Gotham is raining again, there is no moon, all the steel and concrete are cold and damp, like a steel forest that can swallow you... I see them, I see him... …the projection of the bat in the sky, looking down on Gotham. Who would have thought the bat was Bruce Wayne? When Superman wanted that baby Bruce Wayne globally, oh, you should have looked at other people's faces...where is he? "

"Gotham is gone...not my Gotham...without Arkham...Batman..." The sharp pain came back again, this time Nygma started howling horribly, and he shouted after a while Gotham's name, and then Batman's.

He let go of the hand that was holding Red, and hit his head on the ground to relieve the pain. He still wailed "Gotham", "Why" and "Batman" repeatedly, scaring the two children and retreated directly behind the sofa hide.

"Why, Batman? Tell me, why?" Nygma stood up and murmured looking forward.

James followed his empty eyes and saw nothing.Great, the Riddler is starting to hallucinate!

However, in the next second, he almost opened his mouth wide enough to dislocate - who can tell him what is that flying in the sky?Why does it look so much like a person holding a wheelchair?Why is that guy so like Clark?

The glass was shattered carefully and the impact was not strong, so the shards did not harm anyone inside.Clark put down the wheelchair, then ran over to check on the two children, and finally hugged James who jumped at him.

"It's okay, Jim, it's okay." He stroked the boy's small shoulder.

Bruce looked at the old Riddler in front of him, who also stopped shouting hysterically and looked straight at him.

"Enough, Nygma," Bruce said.

"……It's you."

"Clark, take the children away." Bruce ordered without looking back.

"But, Bruce—"

"Now! Immediately! Get out!" Bruce growled, just like the man who growled "Get out of my Gotham" back then.

Clark hugged the two children and walked out of the room. He knew what happened next, and Bruce didn't want him to participate.Because this is a Gotham thing, two real Gothamites right now, even if one is a hero and the other is a criminal.But Gotham is like this. Its own grievances are resolved by itself, and it will never be the turn of outsiders to make irresponsible remarks.

"I know I'm going to die, Bat, or should I call you Bruce Wayne?" Nygma sneered infinitely.

Bruce replied calmly: "I haven't used these two names for a long time."

"I saw it, did you finally go crazy too? Him?" Nygma tilted his head, indicating something.

"It's between me and him."

"None of the people he slaughtered, of course, of course."

"Nigma, you're not the type to care about this."

"What do I care, ha!" The Riddler gave a short laugh, as if he had heard something interesting, and then he stepped in front of the wheelchair with agility that didn't match his appearance, and grabbed Bruce's neck hard, and the latter just squinted Squinting, "You let an alien, an outsider come to destroy Gotham, to be honest, you might as well let the clown come."

"Nygma..."

"Damn stupid bats, damn stupid all this, damn stupid radioactive waste!"

"Nygma..."

"Why are you still alive? Everyone says you're dead, and my investigation says so. Then why are you still alive?"

"Nygma..."

"He made me soak in toxic waste for a day and a night, he made me like this, he made me..."

"Edward!" Bruce snapped.

The Riddler looked down and saw that his body was melting, and the flesh was slowly separating from the bones.For a moment he seemed unable to comprehend what was going on, but soon, his eyes changed.

"I'm turning into a bone, and I can't feel anything." Nygma described in an extremely calm tone.

"Let me help you, Edward." Bruce's tone was rarely eager.

"Are you going to help me lock me up in Arkham this time? No, no, Bat, Bruce, there's no Arkham anymore. Don't you understand? We're dead long ago, in that era, and Now all that's left are our dying bodies, lingering like zombies. You're not Batman, you're not Bruce Wayne, you're just their shadow. I'm not the Riddler, I'm not Edward Nygma. Ha, we all died."

"..." Bruce was silent, watching the further separation of the Riddler's flesh and blood, and when the separation reached his waist and he couldn't stand still, he stretched out his hand to hold Nigma's hand.

The bones were scattered on the floor, and Nygma could only look up at the old man in the wheelchair.

"Your Gotham is gone, Arkham is ruined, Batman is gone, everyone who knew that history has become history. Tell me, what is left of you, you are just Batman A used shell, a corpse waiting to rot, you're not even Bruce Wayne. What are you? Huh?"

The separation progressed to his chest, and Bruce had to bend over to keep from tearing the rest of him apart.

"Oh wait, let me tell you one last riddle, what doesn't exist once it's seen?"

Bruce didn't dare to use any more force on his hand. He moved his wrist slightly to make the wheelchair move backwards, and he fell from the wheelchair to the ground, catching the Riddler who had been reduced to a small part.The light of life in his eyes finally disappeared, and when the last piece of flesh and blood was separated, only a skull of this tortured man fell into the palm of Bruce.

"The answer is...you, Enigma, the Unsolved Enigma, is also Edward Enigma.*" Bruce said softly.

The author has something to say: The number of words in this chapter is too high. I originally thought it was too long and should be divided into two sections, but I always feel that this will break the fluency of reading.

*Enigma is an English word, meaning a riddle, an unsolved mystery, but it is also the abbreviation ENigma of Edward Nigma.

The stupid author doesn't know if he has expressed Nygma's ideas. For him and Bruce, the era of Zhenglian is a glorious golden age, whether it is for heroes or super criminals.They have equal opponents, various conspiracies and stories, cities they love or hate deeply, and people from that era.

But suddenly, everything was gone.Heroes fell and super-criminals were executed in droves.Even when the war ended, so did the golden age.Gotham and Arkham are no longer friends or foes.And the silver age of heroes in this article (that is, the era of the Marvel universe) has not yet fully arrived.

But even if Nygma survives until the reunion appears, he will not be satisfied, because the reunion is not Zhenglian, the US team is not a superstar, Nini is not a bat, this is not his enemy, and this is not his era, so He felt that he was already dead, but his body was still alive.That's why he chose to choose an heir and face death.

The Riddler in these chapters is quite verbose, and he still tells the child everything, that’s because he knows that he is going to die in the setting.And these words have been held back in his heart for too long, if it wasn't James and Rhett in front of him, he would say it even if it was two kittens.If I OOC the Riddler (it must be OOC), please don't call me QAQ

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*The next chapter opens the youth dungeon, the protagonist finally grows up, the DC plot comes to an end temporarily, and we usher in the era of reunion