[Comprehensive British and American] Chaldea Reconstruction Documentary

Why didn't I think of this good idea earlier? I'm afraid I cherished the toy little bat too much before.

The green-haired clown sits high on the TV tower and mutters to himself, he is waiting for his old friend, looking forward to playing the last game with him.

"What trick are you playing again?"

You see, he's here, but he's as uninteresting as ever.

"Don't be so angry, Bat, I just miss you a little bit, besides, I didn't come here empty-handed this time, I wonder if you like the little gift I brought?" The clown stood up lightly, as if he was not in a few days The [-]-meter-high iron tower walks on the staggered steel like walking on the ground.

"Look, the cruise ship that just left Gotham Port, I put 10 tons of explosives on it, and it can easily blow up the whole ship." The clown turned his head and looked into the distance, pointing his finger in the direction of the port.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Looking at the lunatic in front of him who regards human life as nothing, Batman clenched his fists. Since he still had to deal with him, he could only inform Robin who was patrolling outside, and let him immediately give him Follow that cruise ship as fast as you can.

"Don't be so anxious, the game is actually very simple this time." The clown didn't care about Batman's emotions at all. In his eyes, this bat, which was firmly bound by morality and reason, would not pose any threat to him at all.He ignored Batman and introduced his own rules of the game, "The timer for the bomb is connected to this heart rate detector, and this cute little machine measures my heartbeat."

While talking, the Joker pulled off his purple suit jacket, showing Batman the complicated lines on his body.

"SO, what you have to do is very simple, kill me, make my heart that is so excited to see you stop beating, and the countdown can be stopped." The clown's face with pale makeup couldn't see Sorrow and joy, only the exaggerated blood red lips are smiling all the time. "Oh, by the way, because I'm in a hurry to die, I don't seem to have set the countdown for how long, let me see, emmm..., there is exactly 1 minute left! How many people can your Robin bird evacuate in 60 seconds? , I'm a little curious."

Batman clenched his fists tightly. He knew what the clown's purpose was to force him to kill him. He just wanted to prove that human beings are all the same, and he wanted Batman to realize how serious his principle of not killing is. Ridiculous and stupid.He contacted Robin anxiously, and notified the Gotham police as quickly as possible, trying to get maximum support.

But time is so urgent that it seems that all PLANBs are too late to implement.

The clown admired the flurry of people in front of him, and even whistled a little bored

"There are still 40 seconds left, kill me, little bat, you see, I even found a reason for you, you can't be so rigid."

"Shut up!" Batman punched the clown's obtrusive face, trying to stop his chatter, and then began to try to disassemble the countdown circuit on the clown.

"30 seconds, friendly reminder, if you are not 100% sure, little bat, don't dismantle it. If you dismantle a wrong line, just BOOM!"

Batman pursed his lips tightly, sweat dripping down his jawline due to excessive tension.

"20 seconds, what a fool, Bat, I pointed out the easy way for you to go, but you have to torture yourself like this."

Maybe it was time, or maybe the Joker's trick really worked this time.

『Just let it be like this, who am I saving right now? ’ When the thought suddenly crossed Batman’s mind, he couldn’t get it out of his mind.

The action of dismantling the timer seems to have become a little bit slower.

"10 seconds, what hypocrisy. How fragile is your psychological evaluation of yourself? Killing a person will completely collapse your persistence and belief, coward! You are a coward, bat!"

"give up.Just give up.He wanted to die by himself. It doesn't mean that I killed him. If he dies, more people will be saved. 』

"3 seconds"

The dark knight strangled the clown's neck amidst the clown's contented smile.

"2 seconds"

The powerful hands gradually tightened.

"1 seconds"

Gotham's crime lord stopped breathing as the bell from the tower struck.

My old enemy, you will never know, just now you are smiling.

Batman collapsed on the ground as if exhausted. He had defeated so many difficult villains and endured countless deep and shallow wounds, but this time, he suddenly felt unparalleled exhaustion.

Things were indeed as the clown said, the cruise ship did not explode, but then Robin's report made the already dazed Dark Knight fall into deep self-doubt.

No bombs were found on that cruise ship.

For a moment, Batman's brain, which was always thinking carefully, completely shut down. He stared stiffly at the clown's body, unable to say a word.

Regardless of Robin's anxious inquiry in the communicator, the pitch-black bat suddenly laughed.

The laughter was sharp and familiar.

Crack, crack, crack, someone clapped their hands and gradually approached.But Batman doesn't care who it is, and he doesn't want to care anymore.

"Thank you two for putting on a good show for me. Although I was summoned suddenly, it seems that there is room for me here." A strange voice sounded, and the gorgeously dressed white-haired old man stood lightly in front of Batman. Certainly.

"Let me introduce myself, James Moriarty. My main job is not worthy of being a teacher. In my spare time, I always like to solve some troubles for others. Your Excellency seems to be in deep trouble. I wonder if I have the honor to help you out." Like a true gentleman, Moriarty bent down and held out his hand to the embarrassed Batman.

Seeing the man standing up with his own strength, Moriarty nodded in satisfaction.

Being a villain is really tiring, the script actors have to prepare themselves.

The following plot seemed to be a matter of course. With Moriarty by his side, Batman slowly let himself go.

After all, getting Gotham to settle down so easily is addictive.

Robin keenly noticed something was wrong with Batman, and also had doubts about Moriarty, an ally of unknown origin. He didn't know why Batman suddenly changed his temperament, and he let this man who seemed to have sneaked out of the circus .

After repeatedly dissuading Batman to no avail, Robin chose to part ways with him, and the slightly immature bird decided to use his own wings to protect Gotham and continue Batman's previous beliefs.

At this point in the game, Rhea suddenly looked at Da Vinci with an angry face: "This plot! Bruce will never agree, okay, let's not talk about him, I know that Batman will never give up. "

The girl puffed up her face, a little angrily trying to save the image of the beauty in her heart.

"Andersen was too ruthless..." Rhea muttered softly.

The great writer sitting on the side flew over with a sharp eye, picked up the pillow behind him and threw it at his master: "Master, if you are not satisfied, you can write it yourself!"

Rhea, who was covered with a pillow, shook her head again and again.

"Master, what we want is this kind of difference. This is Batman, but it's not Batman. Art creation." Da Vinci blinked playfully.

Well, artistic creation.

Rhea, who was no longer entangled, hugged the pillow that Andersen threw over just now, and continued to focus on the game.