[comprehensive] villain friend

Gotham reflection【2】

Exaggeration is the truth of rage.

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Dolores knew that Gotham was a weird place, and it couldn't be deduced by common sense here, but she didn't expect that even the gangsters here were so unique.

...obviously, she broke into a gangster party, and a gangster with a goth-like boss, look at his smoky makeup, oh, she wished he could even out the white on his face, she thought so Then, when he raised his head, he couldn't help but glanced at the clown several times.

...really, really, unevenly.Wouldn't he feel bad about it?

Dolores lowered her head restrainedly and began to slice her steak, bit by bit.

She had been invited to sit here near the center of the restaurant a few minutes ago—then someone served her a steak, so she had to sit among the gangsters and eat her steak calmly.

...She originally thought that the other party would kill her without saying a word and send her to see God, so what's the situation now?Allow her to sit in?

"...Continue with your speech, Spencer." The clown put down the fork in his hand, and the utensil hit the table, making a "beep--" sound, he raised his hand, and gestured lazily to the person who was standing in the center stage of the restaurant at first. man.

Spencer paused, and glanced at Dolores cryptically, as if confirming the non-threatening identity of the other party, or what he wanted to express—but the main characters in this scene obviously ignored his hints, So he had to give up and showed a smile: "I think what I want to say has been explained clearly, mr.joker--Batman is a threat to all of us, and only by eradicating him can everything be restored Calm. Gotham regards him as a god, but you and I both know he is not, as long as he is not a god, then he cannot be invincible."

"Wow, Spencer." The clown raised the corners of his mouth, and Dolores moved ferociously when he saw the huge red-stained wound across his face, "Look at what you said, it seems We are all unaware of this fact...Are we all a bunch of idiots?" He twisted his neck and looked around, looking for some approval, and it was very cooperative, everyone who met his gaze agreed and made some unclear meanings the sound of.

So he turned his head and looked at Spencer mockingly, wanting to look at a clown in a circus—the real one.

"...you know that's not what I mean." Spencer's face darkened, "I mean—we shouldn't be dawdling with Batman like we used to be, why do we have to expose Batman's identity in public ? Just for revenge? No, no, no——I am a businessman, and I never do business at a loss...I would rather kill the bat directly, so as not to cause any future troubles. To cling to Batman himself?"

"You mean we thought we were unlucky for the people and money we lost before?" The man who served Dolores the steak had a gloomy expression on his face, staring at Spencer on the table viciously.

"Will revenge on Batman be able to undo our losses?" Spencer asked, "Believe me, if digging up Batman's identity and exposing him can make up for what we lost, I will definitely be the first to rush." Go up and tear off his mask - but obviously this is impossible, so what we have to do is 'stop the loss', stop the meaningless behavior, kill Batman, so that we can make more money back than before At that point, I will never stop anyone here from taking the mask off the face of a dead bat."

The dining room fell silent.

Someone was a little moved.

Spencer looked around, an inadvertent smug look on his face.

—It seems that this is a criminal gang that is not united.The joint cooperation of several groups?

Dolores lowered her eyes, chewing the steak in silence.Maybe it was because the environment was too quiet at the moment, she could almost hear the sound of herself eating clearly echoing in the dining room, and some people faintly looked towards her.

"...Businessman. Oh! Businessman!" The clown laughed abruptly, and he clapped his hands while laughing, with an indistinct malice in his eyes, "—you don't understand the art of crime, this great art Absolutely impossible to measure anything, money? Chips? Power... No, no, none of them. It is because of you businessmen who try to measure everything by money that Gotham is what it is-you He will be suppressed by Batman and has no ability to fight back."

"You're crazy, clown, but not everyone is like you—" Spencer looked excited. "Is it just me? No, it's not. They'll be on my side, and we'll It is because of interests that we stand together, of course... this is what you disdain, the power of capital controlled by businessmen! You don't understand at all-you don't understand power, money, capital, and you don't respect what we are after —no one is like you, you can't even be called a whole person!"

The clown's expression turned cold during his impassioned statement: "...boring." He turned his head and looked at the people sitting around him, and paused for a moment when his eyes glanced at Dolores who was still eating steak , quickly slid over, "Do you think so too?"

silence.

The original commotion in a small area has subsided.The atmosphere in the restaurant was dead, and no one said a word.Spencer, in disbelief, looked at some people, and Dolores noticed that they were all avoiding his eyes.

--……interesting.Temporary betrayal?

So the man who had the chance to win was excited, and Dolores noticed that there was sweat on his face, whether it was because of panic or unexpectedness: "...do you also think that bloody criminal art is worth investing in?" Use money? Use capital? Use our hard work to get benefits?!" He almost roared out the last sentence, and the beast was still fighting.

"...we've been thinking about it for a long time, Spencer." A man who was cleaning his gun looked up at Spencer, "We need someone who can stand up to Batman... without the Joker, it's nothing. Or Do you think you can replace the Joker?"

"The joker is unique~" The clown laughed exaggeratedly. He looked at Spencer's pale face with great interest, and finally fell to the ground, like a dog in despair, showing a desperate expression, "Look... ...Tut tut, how pathetic. I've always been drawn to such vulgar betrayal scenes..."

"—Then maybe you will like this development." The beautiful "waiter" sitting on the other side suddenly drew out a gun and pointed it at the clown.

For a while, the restaurant was tense and the atmosphere was tense.

Spencer was also taken aback by this development, and quickly scrambled and ran behind the "waiter".

Dolores, who was sitting in the middle, had already finished her steak. She put down the tableware and wiped her mouth with a paper towel. She was quite careless. When she raised her head, she realized that she was facing a row of black gun barrels. .

Dolores: "..."

... the mood is also very complicated.

"Why so serious?" The clown laughed. He glanced at Dolores and spread his hands, "Hey, Klein, look, you're scaring our guests."

"To be precise—that's your guest." The handsome young man gave a sinister smile, "I'm sorry, Joker, I think it's in my best interest to kill Batman. And I'm not one of those fools ... I can't trust a 'partner' who doesn't have any interests in mind."

"——Why can't we sit down and have a good talk?" The clown said, he finally stood up from the sofa, and spread his hands to indicate that he was not threatening, "Don't we have the same goal? Could it be that killing me Can it solve Gotham's problems now? The city is changing, in ways that none of us want to see." He is persuasive, "...we need to cooperate."

"Cooperation? Maybe what we define as cooperation is not the same thing. Clown." Klein changed his hand to hold the gun, "...you want me to give you my life for no reason? ——You are like an unidentified star." Time bomb, I've had enough!"

"...So?" He stared at Klein, shaking his head slowly, "You think you can ask me? You think you can kill me and then kill Batman?...Why?!" He suddenly became furious, Anger and disappointment were evident on him, "—who do you think you are—?! Why are you always so stupid...?!"

Klein's hands trembled.

"—the most ridiculous thing is that you are always trying to solve the problem in the most stupid way—"

The clown suddenly opened his suit, revealing densely packed bombs and flashing red numbers inside: "But it's always a mistake—" The waiter was stunned, and almost everyone in the restaurant was stunned.

"Sorry~" The clown took two deep breaths and calmed down his expression.He tilted his head and smoothed his messy green hair casually with one hand, "I'm a criminal artist, I like this kind of crazy artistic sense... sacrifice of life or something... Maybe you don't mind accompanying me Me?"

Some people on the opposite side have already panicked.

"No!" The green-eyed Klein pretended to be calm, "You won't do that, don't you want to defeat Batman? Are you willing to die before Batman dies?!"

- It's over.

thought Dolores, with a little pity that it didn't matter.

Although the little brother tried to calm down, he still showed some clues—and in the eyes of a person who is good at manipulating people's hearts, this clue is already a fatal omission.He can't play a clown.

"...Batman, yes, Batman—" The Joker whispered the name, "You people don't understand at all, this world is always like this, there are always too many self-righteous people, you don't understand that The meaning of the dark bat to me. What do you think is the old enemy? Immortal? You think I'm going to kill Batman? If so, then I have to tell you-big wrong wrong!"

He stood in front of the sofa, stroking his hair while pacing, with his waist bowed and his hands in his pockets, showing a dignified expression like every person who was thinking.

This behavior is a bit out of place in this place full of black hole gun barrels.

"...What do you think the clown is?" The clown stopped abruptly, turned his head to look at the green-eyed gunman, "Do you think I'm a saboteur? Do you think I don't love Gotham?" He asked Arms outstretched in a frantic gesture, "No no no—I love this city more than anyone, I know this city better than anyone. I know what it was and I know it should be What is it like: a dark city, a fallen city, a capital of corruption! A capital of crime! This is my Gotham! The greatest, most beautiful, and fairest Gotham!"

The timer on his body was moving steadily, and the expressions of the people around him became more and more tense. Only the clown and Dolores, who was sitting on the side watching all this, calmly seemed to have completely forgotten about the bomb.

"My friends, my dear friends, let me tell you the truth of this world - chaos is fairness." He said sincerely, "remember this truth, because it will eventually rule the world - —”

He paused, and lowered his arms: "Oh where did we talk? Gotham? Yes, Gotham—Batman is also part of the beautiful Gotham, and I won't kill him," the clown smiled and lowered his arms, "Why did you kill him?... I don't like killing people. Violence doesn't fit my taste——I don't like killing people. It's too boring. Money, power, women, reputation..." His voice was low, with a A vague temptation, "I'll give it all to you, I don't care. If you want, why not take all this, take this city? You just need to remember—"

He said meaningfully: "Batman is mine, and I will personally turn him into a real, dark bat that belongs to Gotham."

"...I really don't understand you, clown." Klein put down the gun in his hand with a complicated expression, "But——since you said so...then, I don't mind selling you a favor." He spread his hands , indicating that he has no hostility now, "We are reconciled—for the great Gotham." After saying that, he smiled mockingly.

"That's right," said the Joker. "Why not be peaceful? I'm a pacifist, you know, always have been."

Everyone put down their weapons, and it looked like peace was here again.Klein glanced at Spencer next to him, and kicked him nonchalantly, like kicking a dog, drawing a line between the other party and his own people.Spencer let out a cry of despair.

"...I'll leave it to you." Klein said, "I have other things. I'm leaving first." As he said this, he walked around the clown, with a tense face, and left the restaurant with his staff.

"So... the clown?" The man who had been sitting next to the clown, wiping his gun, finally spoke. He glanced at Spencer who was still on the ground, and then glanced slightly at the timer on the clown—the bright red one. The numbers stimulated people's sight, his jaw tightened slightly, "I also—"

"Take Spencer away," said the Joker.

"...What about her?" He looked at Dolores, without any emotion in his eyes, as if he was watching a dead object, "Do you want me to... take it away?"

Dolores looked back at the other party indifferently.

"Don't be so rude, Nick." The clown waved his hand and casually slid two steps forward, "This lady won't hinder us—she's not from Gotham... eh, New Yorker? Anyway, She won't give away news of us—will she, miss?"

Dolores smiled calmly. "What answer do you want, sir?"

"..." The clown was silent for a moment. He stared at Dolores, examining his prey like a poisonous snake, and finally laughed slowly, "Wow, look what I found?"

Dolores felt himself a lamb to the slaughter in his sight—it wasn't right, it wasn't right.She thought, with some displeasure in her eyes.But this obviously made the clown more interested.

"You can go, Nick. Take Spencer." He gestured casually. "I'll get back to you...at the right time."

Nick nodded slightly, as if he had gotten used to the clown's attitude, he signaled his subordinates to pick up Spencer, and quickly left here without haste.

Dolores and the Joker are the only ones left in the empty restaurant.He looked at Dolores, the parted lip was terrible, and his voice was lowered again, with a little seductive weirdness.

"So, what did you come to my city to seek?—my...friend."