[Comprehensive, British and American] Notes on trainee death becoming a regular

The criminals in Gotham have been extraordinarily peaceful lately. It is a kind of panic temporarily deterred by blood. Most importantly, no one knows who is the person who is dormant in the darkness, as if hiding in the darkness, blending with the night. One.

The clever criminals fell silent for a short time. Their eyes were always waiting and paying attention to the corners of Gotham, trying to find this person, and even see if they could win her over.

The clown who was imprisoned in Arkham also heard about it. His eerie laughter gradually grew from small to loud. The clown hugged his belly and rolled around in the cell, "So stupid, so stupid, "Are you actually trying to win over?

The clown's eyes were shining brightly, such a person, how familiar, with such a depraved breath, isn't this just a Batman who has fallen into darkness?

The clown smiled maliciously, "Ah~ I really want to meet..." He couldn't wait, he couldn't wait to meet the person who became the Batman he had been looking forward to.

When Bruce woke up, accompanied by the sound of sparse drizzle outside the window, the moist humidity evaporated, but the sweltering heat in the air did not abate, Bruce turned over, his closed eyelashes trembled slightly, Bruce sat up from the bed, he glanced out the window, the darkness in his eyes flashed, and he went downstairs, "Ah Fu, is the newspaper here?"

"Master got up very early today," Alfred smiled, pulled out the chair, put the newspaper in Bruce's hand, and went to the kitchen to serve breakfast.

Bruce unfolded the newspaper, and sure enough, he saw the familiar news again. The media used passionate words as headlines, and praised this mysterious man as a 'hero', #criminal caught!Dawn of Gotham! #

"Ah Fu, what do you think this person's purpose is?" Bruce was lost in thought. Was it sensationalism, or did he really want to get rid of these criminals? There was too little information... None of them knew their gender, height, or murder weapon, bro. Is there anything Tan can't see?Bruce put his fingers on the center of his eyebrows, putting aside the complicated guesses in his mind.

Alfred came over with a tray, the breakfast was set, and the milk was placed by Bruce's hand, "I think the master knows it too, doesn't he?"

"Fight criminals? But when he chooses to kill criminals, he becomes a criminal himself!" Bruce selectively ignored the milk in front of him. He turned a page of the newspaper and said expressionlessly, with a storm brewing in his eyes, But he was suppressed by his strong self-control, "This is not the reason for him to kill."

Perhaps the criminals were killed at the beginning, the villains with blood on their hands, but how long can people maintain a clear view of good and evil?While killing a bad person, he is also very likely to kill a good person. When the boundary between good and evil becomes blurred, and the sense of principle becomes weak, I am afraid there will be no turning back.

"But Bruce, you have to admit that during this time there has been rare peace in Gotham." Jason, who was downstairs, heard Bruce's words, and immediately thought of the recent mysterious "killer". behavior, but Bruce has always adhered to the principle, Robin shrugged and sat down opposite Bruce.

"This is only temporary," Bruce thought, "I guess someone can't help it, and they will do it soon." There was so much commotion outside, and he didn't believe that the clown would let go of such an opportunity.

"Bruce, but now the masses think 'he' is a hero, 'he' killed those criminals that the people hated, and saved many people," Jason tore a piece of bread and threw it into his mouth, with a slightly teasing tone, "Now this The voice of a new hero is about to surpass Batman."

Jason took the newspaper that Bruce put down and read it. He couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw today's big news. He raised his eyebrows, "It's quite controversial."

Sure enough, someone compared this mysterious man with Batman, and wrote a report eloquently. Jason thought of the past, when Batman didn't kill people, some people criticized him as hypocrisy, but now there is a mysterious man who wants to kill criminals, and some people It is ironic that he is no different from a criminal. These people are really hard to deal with.

Jason's indifferent expression contained a bit of sarcasm. Even though he grew up beside Batman, he had seen the gloomy Jason when he was a child. tire.

It is very easy for a person to degenerate, and killing people will become a habit. Bruce taught him this truth. The person Jason admired most in his life was Bruce. Gotham gave him pain, and because he knew how much Pain, so in order not to let others feel the same pain, he dedicated everything to this city.

What a strong self-control it must be, to be able to suppress, hide all my emotions, wrap myself in that black armor, and go here to save others.

"I need to inform Gordon that the guards of Arkham must be strengthened recently." Bruce finished his breakfast, and reluctantly picked up the milk under Alfred's smiling gaze.

Jason muttered in a low voice, "I'm also very curious, who does this mysterious person belong to?" Kill it with one knife.

At present, none of the criminals who were unlucky to run into this mysterious man was spared, and none of them could breathe.

Although Gotham has been calm on the surface recently, both Bruce and Jason know that this is only temporary, so Batman and Robin's night watch is still going on.

There are far more people who can't sit still than the clown. I heard that this mysterious man will appear wherever there is a crime. They plan to hire a few ordinary people to play a play to lure this man out, or, before he starts Then tell him that what he killed was actually an ordinary person. They believe that his expression will be very good-looking.

The drama kicked off when night came. Alsa sat on the tower and watched the sunset silently. The sunset reflected a golden light on her snow-white cheeks. Invading, Arsha looked sideways at the plastic bag beside her, which contained various candies.

Her delicate eyebrows were frowned, and she really didn't understand why there are so many types of candy in this world. Even if there are many types, there are so many flavors, all of which are sweet and greasy. What's the difference?

But she has already agreed to Teresa, and she only fulfills her wish. That child can fulfill so many soul wishes. Could it be that she can't even fulfill her little wish?

The proud Arsha would not admit it.

Arsha picked out a lollipop at random, and while slowly peeling off the wrapper, she murmured, "Didn't you always want to be the God of Death? In the end...why did you ask me for such a useless wish? Arsha held the lollipop stick, as if talking to candy, she stuffed the lollipop into her mouth, watching the night come as expected, Arsha stood up and put on the black hood.

It's not that she didn't notice the overly deliberate news, but Arsa still arrived at her destination. She was never afraid of any unknown waiting ahead, and all her failures were due to lack of strength.

Arsha hid in the darkness, her white fingers hooked lightly, and the books on the heads of the few people slowly opened, Arsha's blood pupils narrowed, she pulled the hood down, and raised her feet outward go.

Bruce noticed the abnormality, and immediately took Robin to the destination. Reaper had just finished a massacre, and was gracefully leaning against the wall and gently wiping his scythe. Batman arrived with Robin. The smell of blood came to his face. Looking at the blood flowing down the cracks in the ground, his muscles immediately tensed up.

"You killed the wrong person." Batman looked at the piled corpses with a heavy voice.

The Grim Reaper, who was wearing a hood and couldn't see her face, turned her face slightly, revealing a few strands of her snow-white hair and indifferent blood pupils, "I don't have one~"

Arsa saw the top of Batman's head, she raised her eyebrows, and a look of surprise quickly flashed across her eyes, "Ah, Batman." Bruce Wayne, the pages above Batman's head slowly opened, Arsha's red lips lightly Qi, it turned out to be like this, so it turned out to be like this?

Throwing away the blood-stained handkerchief, Arsa walked out of the shadows, the moonlight fell on her face, gradually revealing her face, Batman's pupils shrank, and Robin next to him couldn't hide it so well, "You... ...!?" Robin seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and stopped the voice in time.

How is this going? !

Arsa, who knew the identities of the two people, raised the corners of her lips, "I'm not who you think I am."

Indeed not, Batman's eyes darkened.

"You can go and confirm your identity, I didn't kill the wrong person." Arsa turned her face, Robin looked at the dead man behind her, he glanced at Batman, and ran over while the other party nodded slightly.

"Batman...is from Arkham." Robin couldn't believe that these criminals who gave the police such a headache died so lightly, he had no sense of reality at all.

"You shouldn't kill people." Batman said coldly, perhaps because of this face, there was a hint of pain in his voice.

Arsha sneered, "I shouldn't kill people, but they deserve to die!" Arsha's voice suddenly became harsher, "They deserve to die, but they survived for some inexplicable reasons, and those who died? Theirs Souls can't rest in peace, their loved ones can't be relieved, what's the point?"

The hood cast a shadow on Arsha's delicate face, making her complexion look gloomy, "There is more than one innocent person's blood on their hands, if you don't kill them, they will kill more people, I'm not tempting you to kill, I do it myself, it has nothing to do with you." Arsha passed Batman after finishing speaking.

【I suddenly felt that what Arsha said made sense...】

[A Sha is also a person with a story! 】

[Although this equality cannot be completely established, the criminals in Gotham... Wow, they are really more dangerous than one. 】

[But Batman is also right, ε=(ο｀*))) Well, which side should I stand on? 】

[This is not a question of standing on the sidelines. I actually think that Arsha cannot be said to be depraved. 】

[There must be a reason for the massacre of the city! 】

[But there are almost no insiders. 】

[With the power of the god of death as the backing, Arsha will definitely not kill a good person by mistake. 】

Batman couldn't fall asleep after finishing his night patrol. Arsa's words kept echoing in his ears. The Joker also said these words, but the Joker's purpose was completely different from Alsa's.

The kid really thought that, rather than maliciously tempting him to commit a crime, Bruce covered his eyes and a thin layer of sweat covered his brow.

There was a knock on the door, "Sir, are you asleep?" Alfred knew Bruce and knew that he would not be able to sleep tonight.

"No, Ah Fu, you come in." Bruce sighed.

Alfred opened the door and walked to Bruce's bedside with a glass of water, "Master is not feeling well right now, is he?"

"Ah Fu, she knows me." Bruce took the water glass, lowered his head and took a sip, "Even if she's not Teresa, but," Bruce took a deep breath, "I can't watch her go on like this step by step... "

"But me, I can't find anything to refute her." Bruce pressed his painful temple, "Gotham needs a role model of complete justice, I can't let her go on like this, so that she can become Gotham's 'new hero'... …unable,"

"Master, let's rest first," Alfred sighed, "There are some things that need to be confirmed," familiar face, similar dress, this matter still needs to be contacted with Stark.

"I know," Bruce drank two more sips of water to calm himself down, and he lay on the bed, "Ah Fu, you should go to rest too..."

"Good night, master." The old housekeeper's voice carried a soft consolation in the night.

"Good night, Alfred." Bruce closed his eyes.

Arsha walked to the door of the church. She wanted to go in, but there were several circles of chains on the door. Arsha raised her chin and stared at the heavy lock for a while. The link of the chain was snapped, which was easy for Reaper.

Arsa opened the door and walked in. The church was pitch black, and the bright moonlight leaked from the huge rose window in the shape of an inverted heart. Angels flew in groups in the window, and the cross in the middle was solemn and solemn.

Arsa went over and sat down, sitting in the dark, with her eyes downcast, not knowing what to think.

"Good people go to heaven, bad people go to hell...but the cardinal is still selling sinful indulgences, heaven and hell, in one thought... liars, human beings are used to deceiving themselves and others..." Arsa's lips Moving slightly, she suddenly grinned lightly.

"Only the god of death knows what a person looks like after death..." Arsa sneered, but she didn't know where she was thinking. "But all souls can be equal... Why?"

【What is Arsha talking about...why can't I understand? 】

[Don't worry, you're definitely not the only one who doesn't understand. 】

【Our god of death harvests souls, what does Arsha mean?Do you want to judge the soul? 】

[But isn't only the Great Death God eligible to exempt the soul? 】

[That's right, there is no such thing as a trial of sinful souls. No matter what kind of soul it is, even the soul of a special mission, it's all harvested. 】

[Arsha's vengeance is this? 】

[When you are alive, you have sinned a lot, and you can't end it when you die... Does she mean that you have to atone for your sins after you want the soul to become a soul? 】

【Is Ah Sha too deeply influenced by humans?What heaven and hell...]

[emmm, I think what Ah Sha said is so miumiu reasonable. 】

[So, is it because of the equality of souls that Arsha will kill people? 】

[But in this way, the task of the god of death will be very heavy. Do you have to understand this person's character every time you harvest souls? 】

[This is called, settle the accounts clearly... Kuo fear. 】

[I think it's feasible, let the God of Death of the Administration Bureau see it. 】

Arsara closed the door and pinched the chain back to its original shape. Her fingertips touched the lock inadvertently. Arsara paused. She pursed her lips, turned and left, and her figure gradually disappeared into the night.

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"... Beatrice?" Carlisle stood opposite and looked at the anxious woman opposite, he closed his eyes, maybe he was dazzled, he thought this way, obviously it has been so many years, he himself Countless days, but still remember Beatrice's face?

But the god of death, who has a keen hearing, has already heard her name. As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw a handsome man across the road. Having seen this person, she couldn't see the other person's name, which proved that he was not human.

Is it a vampire again?

Beatrice confirmed the coordinates again, and there was nothing wrong.

Beatrice, who didn't want any entanglements, avoided Carlisle, but she habitually responded to the call as she lowered her head to think about the route. Oops, Beatrice stopped and ran quickly.

Carlisle was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect the other party to react like this. He looked around and picked up his speed to catch up.

He thought a lot, if it was Beatrice, why didn't she grow old, why didn't she die, and why she left without saying goodbye...

Wait, this speed...hasn't he caught up to Beatrice yet?

"Oh, little Cuicui, have you met a difficult suitor?" Bazel just happened to emerge from the woods, with a few leaves on his shoulders, and looked a bit embarrassed, but his appearance But it made Beatrice feel a little more at ease.

"Shut up, Bazel," Beatrice simply stopped, and Carlisle also stopped instantly when he saw someone appearing.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend," Carlisle apologized gentlemanly, "but, are you Beatrice?" His beautiful eyes stared at her for a moment, giving an illusion of affection.

Beatrice turned her face away, a little embarrassed that her reaction just now must be very inexplicable, she slightly pursed her lips, and nodded.

Carlisle exhaled, "That's right, I didn't mistake you, Beatrice, I'm Carlisle, do you remember?" He paused, then laughed, "What am I asking? If you still Remember, you won’t just run away.”

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