Clark has something to say

Half of the dark knight's body was hidden in the shadows, and the pale light shone from above, splitting him in half.

The hideous face of the clown gradually distorted in front of his eyes. It seemed that there was a tumor in his throat, which made him unable to breathe.

The clown was still chattering, but Bruce couldn't hear what he was saying.

Hatred is like a poisonous snake, entangled with his few rationality.

The clown has taken away too much, not only him, countless people have been taken away by the clown's most precious things, and every time, he has to carve an extra sum on his sin pillar.

After seeing the ending, is his principle still that important?

It was so easy to kill the clown, it only needed a batarang to cut the trachea, and the blood would spray out mixed with foam, soaking the iron table in front of him.

It is all too easy to break principles.

The Joker kept smiling lowly, the first time he wasn't getting Batman's attention, but Gotham's crime king was uncharacteristically patient.

He spread his hands, swayed his toes playfully, and calmly said, "Oh... bat, my little bat - hurry up! I'm getting bored, what's your choice?"

Bruce's pupils tightened little by little.

The clown leaned forward, and his tone was slow and full of delusion: "You are not as interesting as before, how disgusting, your order and rationality should have lasted longer...but we can still play the last game game!"

He tapped lightly on the table and smiled cheerfully: "Have you figured it out? Do you want to kill me?"

Bruce's mind went blank, killing intent occupied all his emotions, and the bat dart was clasped tightly by his fingers.

He took another step forward.

kill him!

The clown clapped his hands enthusiastically: "I can't wait, my little Bruce...you will be my best masterpiece! Although it could have been better-"

An abnormal flush appeared on Bruce's pale face, and his fingers trembled a little due to the intense emotion.

Kill him kill him kill him kill him—!

He tightened his wrists, retracted his elbows and turned sideways, ready to directly end the sin-soaked life in front of him!

Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of his own blurred reflection on the iron table.

Bruce suddenly found that the corners of his lips were raised high at some point, and there was a smile exactly like the clown's in his eyes.

——The bat dart suddenly fell out of his hand.

bang!

"Do not."

The sharp laughter stopped abruptly, and the big smile on the clown's face froze for a moment, which turned out to be rather funny.

Bruce let out a breath slowly, and there was still a bit of inexplicable strangeness in his voice: "No, I will never be you."

The clown stood up suddenly, and there was a huge sound when the iron shackles on his wrists collided with the table!

A bullet grazed Bruce's neck, hit the wall with a whoosh, bounced back, and hit the copper chandelier.

A voice full of hatred exploded behind Bruce: "Do you think you can survive? Do you think I will give you a chance to leave here?"

Jason gritted his teeth, stared at Bruce, and said in a cold voice, "Old man, get out of the way!"

He originally wanted to blow the clown's head away with bullets, but the cell was fully enclosed, and Bruce stood at the door, blocking the clown tightly.

Listening to Bruce's words, he almost exploded his lungs.

The dark knight turned around, his muscles tensed: "Put down your gun."

Jason paused.

He felt extremely ridiculous, what was Bruce talking about?After going through a hellish future, he still wants to show mercy to the clown?

Jason's jaw tensed: "I'll say it one last time, get out of the way."

After speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, aiming the black muzzle of the gun at Bruce's head.

Bruce's expression changed.

Jason subconsciously raised his hand to defend, he instinctively thought he was going to fight Bruce again, admitting the fact made him helpless and tired, but a hard blow hit him on the head.

"Hi!" Harry triumphantly put a baseball bat on his shoulder, and laughed shrilly: "Pudin, I'm here to save you!"

She looked at Bruce with a smirk: "Bat? Are you and your little bird here to disturb my date?"

Jason: "..."

He rubbed his head, and it hurt even more: "Okay, bad girl, don't make trouble."

Harry was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened suddenly: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Crazy as Harley Quinn was also startled by Jason's attitude. She raised her eyebrows high and suddenly noticed the unusual atmosphere in the cell.

The relationship between her and Jason has always been good. When Jason was imprisoned in Arkham, because of their common emotional dependence and mental illness, in the words of Poison Ivy, it is the PUA Trauma Mutual Aid Group. They have a lot of words Chatting, but it was never the same person, and we met twice later, and she was almost beaten into a fool by the red hood.

Not to mention calling her a bad girl.

But she was a little relieved that the Red Hood seemed to have walked out of that relationship full of dominance and obedience, and he and Batman had entered a new stage.

Harry silently rolled his eyes.

The sticking point was her pudding.

... She experienced subtle anger and jealousy, and before that, she could hypnotize herself with the experience of the Red Hood, although she already knew that she was much more miserable than the Red Hood.

Now, the other party has left the mutual aid group, so she has to come out, otherwise who will she turn to for mutual aid next time?Not all the cubs of the bat family have daddy issues!

Harry made a negotiation gesture: "Hood, let's make a deal. For the sake of our mutual aid group, you give me the pudding."

She stretched happily: "I can cut off his limbs! Put them in the apartment!"

As he said that, he turned around and smashed the baseball bat in his hand onto the clown's head.

In the middle of the temple.

Jason: "Have to say, I really want to see the clown decoration - but no, Harley, your pudding is going to be a dead pudding - damn it! Don't you stop it only if I kill him? "

He realized, belatedly, that Bruce hadn't moved when Harry threw the club at the Joker.

He tasted the familiar suffocation.

Jason spent most of his life trying to understand Bruce's principles, and finally managed to understand, but understanding does not mean agreeing. In the world of Injustice, it doesn't matter whether he abides by the principles or not.

But now, he was stopped again.

He knew that Bruce always had a reason, but he was not Clark. His hands were already covered with blood a long time ago. Taking a step back, if a soul must be corrupted, he would have already been lying six feet below the soul. Isn't it more suitable than anyone?

What's more, even if he goes crazy, Batman can lock him up, it's completely controllable, and the way of going crazy is very gentle. Jason has confidence in himself, no matter what happens, he won't want to rule the world.

The safety factor is super high.

As soon as Clark stepped on the door with his left foot, he saw this scene of swords being drawn. Jason held up his gun and confronted Bruce. The clown was lying on the table, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and the clown was rubbing her chin, not knowing what she was thinking.

The concentration of the arch fire seriously exceeds the standard, and it can explode at any time.

The little reporter's heart suddenly jumped into his throat, and he took a few steps quickly, trying to hide his bewilderment: "What happened?"

Jason's anger didn't subside in the slightest, and Clark's appearance made him confused: "Who brought you here?"

Superman, Arkham.

Just putting these two words together can make him physically suffocate.

"it's me."

Jason followed the sound and found that Tim was not even wearing a uniform. Mr. Wayne in a soft shirt looked so out of place in this cell. Noticing Jason's gaze, Tim rolled up his sleeves slowly and walked towards the door Leaning back, he said coldly, "I thought I could pick up a dead person on the ground, but of course, it wasn't him."

He raised his chin slightly towards the clown.

Jason's eyelids twitched with horror.

Tim really felt that he was out of place. When he recovered his memory, he happened to be in the office making annual plans. When he straightened out his memory, he put down the pen in his hand and saw Damian, who had criticized him before, leaning on his desk and breathing heavily.

Tim: "..."

Well, he knew what was going on.

With some difficulty, he dragged Damian to the lounge, took out the computer, and worked absent-mindedly while waiting for the devil to recover... It seemed inappropriate to say that, after all, that Damian was so docile that he wanted to kill him Own.

But when he received Ah Fu's communication, he was so annoyed that he almost wanted to shake Damian awake and fight him again.

What's wrong with you guys?

He really felt that everyone had a big problem, including Dick, who seemed the most normal. The current situation made him feel powerless and disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

After the nuclear bomb exploded, everything was a foregone conclusion, and there was no solution at all, but now, why can't they sit down and have a good chat?He was going to ask Diana for a lasso of truth!

His family simply didn't give him the chance.

Tim basically guesses what's going on in Arkham and doesn't want to put on his uniform and join them, but the fire really kicks in when he sees Clark being thrown halfway.

The big blue man was arguing with the Batmobile at the time, and the overly soft Son of the Sun was cautious even in the quarrel, but his posture was full of anxiety, and he was sweating profusely.

Tim understands this feeling all too well.

——Afraid that I missed something, because I was late, I was excluded from the event, and I was an outsider, but if something bad happened, I would feel self-blame and guilt, and I would be so oppressed that I couldn’t stand up all day long .

What did they take Superman for?Tim thought incredulously.

Even if Clark needs to be protected, it is definitely not in this way. If they really kill the clown, or fight to the death because of whether to kill the clown, this gentle god in the world, who is so gentle that he can be called soft, will one day know that he It is the fuse of everything.

...how sad must he be?

Tim didn't wear a uniform, so he naturally became the most eye-catching presence here. In addition, his attitude was different from the others. For a while, everyone was attracted by him.

So that when things happened, everyone was caught off guard.

Dick took advantage of a leap, twisted his waist with strong core strength, and flashed through the gap, with a graceful posture, as if he was not attracted by gravity.

boom!

Kali stick hit it hard!

Blood mixed with brain matter shot out, covering half of the iron wall!