Not Crazy yet [Comprehensive British and American]

Dick Grayson, 13.The first Robin.

He knows, he knows, he likes, the kid.

...the world is in chaos.Clark Kent fell into the abyss, Superman into madness.

A man of steel is as cold as steel.Superman fell to his knees, and carefully picked up the boy.Clark lowered his head slightly, and the face of the Son of Krypton was blurred in the darkness.

"It's ok."

"It's all right. Kid."

The man murmured softly.

"I contacted Alfred. He will take you home shortly."

"You'll be fine."

Clark Kent floated away like a silent ghost.In the suffocating silence of Gotham's night.Superman tearing open the carport of a car with no expression on his face, and this brutal act is only to properly install the future Nightwing... what a shocker.He still remembers, he still remembers that he couldn't just take this injured child to the doctor because of the fucking secrecy.Because this is fucking Gotham.

What a shock.

He was still sane.

Clark Kent took a deep, silent look at Dick in the solemn night.

This look is pitiful and painful.This glance belonged to Clark Kent.Not of the next monster...

Superman's blue eyes looked like ghostly will-o'-the-wisps in the night.As soon as the glance is over, he rises from the ground and disappears in an instant...Superman leaps into the sky.He listened to all the sounds of the damn city in his rage—he wanted to roar, he had to—and before that he had to find his Batman.

do you know?do you know b?You know what - Bruce.

Your city... I hate your city.

The woman is panting, the child is crying.There's a man retching something, there's malicious whispering, the cold sound of a gun being loaded... leaves fall, fish come out of the water - fuck it.Hell.This is not the information he needs, this is not the person he is looking for.

Clark Kent seemed more anxious than ever in his life.He seemed to have saved up all the bad temper of the past twenty years to explode tonight—and finally, finally he heard it.

Superman floats in mid-air.He gritted his teeth.His eyes were red—he growled.

...he heard it.He heard it.He heard the excited panting, and he could hear the triumphant taste in the man's breath.

The damn bastard even breathed with that maniacal smile.That damned one deserves to have his heart picked...

But at the same time, the Son of Krypton was slightly relieved.Because Superman heard it too.He also heard the breathing of another man beside the villain... and he knew he had found it.He knew that this time...he was not late.

Superman found Batman.

"what."

An angry smile was forced out of his chest.This laugh reveals too many disturbing emotions... Clark Kent clenched his fists, followed by an empty sound.The blue-red figure disappeared without a trace in the night sky of Gotham in an instant.

Because he flies too fast.It was too fast.He's faster than any bird or plane, faster than any dynamite or missile.He is like a flying god of death, like a moving plague.

he came.

Here he is.

—Superman knocks down the gate of the Nursing Home on the outskirts of Gotham.Cannonballs are not worthy of describing his aura.He just barged in like Superman.Straight into that room like Superman.

Clark Kent smelled the familiar smell of acid before he even entered the door.Savage had spilled Wang Acid all over his body...he didn't care.Where's Batman?Where is Bruce? ——He tore open the iron door in front of him with a vengeance.He stared at the idiot who didn't even have time to react.His handsome and extraordinary face is almost completely ferocious.His blue eyes reflected the damned Slayer...

He looks at the clown.

Look at this lunatic who has committed countless crimes, played with people's hearts, and driven people into obsession.

Looking at the acid in the giant fish tank behind the lunatic, watching Batman dragging along with his broken right leg.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Why do you have to do such a thing, what good is it?

Countless nights he wanted to fly here and ask the clown questions.He suppressed this desire countless times, and told himself countless times...you will never understand this lunatic.

He just doesn't understand.He is... But even if he doesn't understand, he can still contain him.

...Superman and the clown looked at each other strangely.The Kryptonian's blue eyes were full of anger, hatred and confusion.And the criminal's green eyes, after the initial astonishment had passed... were filled with a creepy interest.

He was surprised, pleasantly surprised.He didn't even know that the little bat had something to do with the boy scout... It was like an easter egg, which made the clown want to laugh...

"Look who this is, ah!!"

—but Superman tore off his cape before he could finish.Superman swung the cape at the Joker with the force of a car swing.

Gotham's crime lord has never been good at physical skills.What's more, this is a surprise attack from Superman?This time, I took a solid shot.The clown only had time to scream out, and was carried away by the 'clothes'.He didn't look like he was hit by the cloth, but rather he was blown away by a wall.

The green-haired criminal slammed into a nearby bookshelf.He broke at least three bones with just this blow, and passed out.

How simple.What a breeze.If he wanted to, as long as Clark was willing... He only needs to blink now, and he can melt this hidden danger in the future with just a blink of an eye...

Turn him into a pool of coke, turn him into a corpse.Burn him so that he can never laugh again.

Clark stared blankly at the mortal who was still groaning even though he was unconscious.Superman is almost lost in his imagination...but okay, okay only almost.

He always knew what was more important than delusion.

Superman's feet landed on the ground, and the Son of Krypton, who had lost his cape, was trembling slightly.Clark Kent walked up to Bruce Wayne, who stared at his friend through the moonlight...

lead uniform.He can't see it.

—but he could guess.

In the silent and dignified night, only the clown's crooning and Bruce's soft breathing.Superman half-kneeled beside Batman, tearing off the other's uniform without saying a word.The Kryptonian was silent as if dead.He even forgot to pretend to breathe.Clark checked Bruce's health thoroughly, then reached out to set his bones trembling.

Neurotoxins, fractures, fractures, fractures, fractures, fractures, strangles, bruises, bruises, bruises, bruises...

Pain cannot be shared with vision.I'm afraid Superman will never have the chance to experience Batman's night in his life.

But this did not prevent Man of Steel's fingertips from trembling, and his heart ached.

—Why not just kill him?

The Kryptonian stood up in a daze.He thought in confusion.

If you have to torture him like this.It would be better to kill him directly.Is what he endured what he deserved?Does Batman deserve to be treated like this by Gotham?Is this the fate of his friend?Have a restless night? ...do they owe the world something?Did they do something wrong? ?Did they get something wrong?

no no.No.They just want the world... to be a better place.

Dark clouds blocked the moon.It was dark inside.

Only Superman's blue eyes shone brightly.

Why is it always the heroes who suffer?Because it's always so easy to hurt someone?But what is this reason?Didn't he know, didn't he know that 'hurting' could be so easy? ?Are they the only ones who are stupid? ?Did they think him stupid? ?He's the one who's seen it all - and they think he's too stupid to understand this? ?

Clark Kent clung to the fabric of his chest.Superman grabbed so hard that he twisted the 's' on his chest.

—Look at the mud lying there!Look at that stupid, pathetic mortal... Doesn't he know he can blow his head off with a flick of a finger?Didn't he know he could freeze that stinking demon with just one breath?More than anyone else, he wants to end this nightmare, and he knows better than anyone what this bastard can do... Why on earth did he not do it?

Clark looked up in confusion.

Superman's mysterious blue eyes shone brightly in the dark room.

The blue light with murderous intent directed at the clown.

. . . he was overwhelmed by the thought.He was obsessed with the idea.

...The Kryptonian laughed bleakly twice, he turned around suddenly, and walked in the direction of the clown.

look.

look at him.Look at this weak demon......

How thin and pale he was.He's so weak... There's no better problem to solve than him.Just close your hands gently, blink your eyes slightly, and exhale once...

Superman lowered his eyes expressionlessly.He doesn't tremble anymore?He is no longer afraid.

Clark pinched the clown's neck and lifted him out of the knocked-off book.

What a slender neck.What a little breath.

What a fragile enemy.

This lunatic is just a burden to live.

kill him?Kill him and only his equally crazy girlfriend will be sad for him.

After all, why not?Why wait? —he waited too long.He had really waited too long...and what had he waited for?Ha ha?He'd almost waited until the bloody slut killed his most important friend—what the hell was he waiting for?Wait for the clown to take an interest in him and slaughter his family and friends?

Do not make jokes! !

—Superman's eyes blazed with rage.

But only for a moment.Just for a moment.

Then Clark opened his eyes obsessively.

He's going to kill him.

And he can't escape.Let's see.He's in his hands... Look, Clark.He is in your hand.

"Superman is going to kill the Joker."

Turns out it wasn't that hard to make up your mind.

Haha.

... There was no smile in Clark Kent's eyes.But the Kryptonian still slightly raised the corners of his lips.As handsome as a god, his expression was full of indescribable satisfaction and excitement.

This kind of satisfaction is very complicated, but it is also very simple - he guesses that he is very happy for the future world without clowns.

The taste of fantasy is very sweet.He is almost obsessed with it...

How much less life-threatening would Batman suffer without the Joker?How much less mental torture can I suffer?Without the clown, Jason Todd, wouldn't that poor innocent child be tortured again?Without the clown, can Superman be less worried?Could he no longer have to worry about this lunatic controlling him to kill his family one day...?

No clowns - just fantasies are sweet and intoxicating...but well, wake up.Do you really want to be addicted to it? —You haven't done it yet, have you?

The Kryptonian thought casually.

I am going to kill you.

Clark Kent turned over the maniac like a puppet.The blue in the eyes of the Son of Krypton returned to the cold tranquility again.

I am going to kill you.

I'm going to crush your bones, I'm going to break your spine.

I hate you.I really hate you.I hate you for tricking me into killing my wife and children with my own hands... ah.Although I also know that it wasn't you who did it.That me is not me...

But that's okay.It doesn't stop me from hating you either.I've always hated you to the bone, you know?You can't know.You'll never know - lol.

You deserve it too.You deserve... you deserve my hatred too?

But you do get it.But you did come out on top... I hate you, I'm afraid of you.I fear more than I fear doomsday...since I was 19 years old.You lowly mortal, you miserable maggot.You turned into my nightmare...

How much I want to kill you.

I want to take out your heart, I want to smash your head.

……Because is you.It's you who proved how cruel I can be, and you who proved how blind I can be.

You proved me stupider than you.I can be crueler than you.You proved that I don't care about all of this... I can even kill, kill my friends with my own hands...

Superman groaned in the dark.

He thought of the Green Arrow that had died in his fist in his dream.He thought of Oliver Queen.

...then the beast calmed down again.

I am going to kill you.

You never know.What you have brought, what you have proven...they have completely and completely shattered my illusions about 'myself'.

—I am a tyrant.I am a villain.I can kill.I can destroy.I'm just a poor half-mad man, the saddest piece of invincible trash in the universe.

- You are my nightmare.clown.

Clark thought wildly.Superman raised his head and looked at the moon by the window.

Then he gave an inexplicable, distorted smile.

... He looked at the clown obsessively and intoxicated.He purposely came under the window.I wish I could see it more clearly.

He looked at the criminal with a strange white face and a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.He looked at the narrow shoulders and thin chest of this mortal.

Superman changed positions quietly.He held the Joker under his arm.Clark squeezed slightly.Squeeze the opponent's chest.

…Superman smiled, expecting.

——he waited for his nightmare, and it exploded like a tomato.

...Superman smiled like a child who just caught a dragonfly and wanted to tear off the flying insect's wings.His smile is innocent, innocent and expectant.

But that doesn't stop the other person from feeling creepy.

Batman struggled to wake up.Bruce Wayne was dumbfounded by the scene in front of him.

"Stop...Superman!!"

It's time to wake up from the dream.

The author has something to say: I don't know how many people have seen injustice.First of all I do not condemn injustice.Because Unyielding Chao is basically crazy.He is out of order.So I don't condemn him.His experience is indeed sympathetic, and it is also understandable for his madness. (This does not prevent him from doing wrong, terribly wrong)

So what he did had a great negative impact on Wen Chao, who was forced to witness all this at the age of 19.

I remember that many people have discussed this issue since the last volume.It is exactly why they are not killed, whether they should be killed or not.It's a good topic, and it never ends.I will also write my opinion in the text.

Gao Neng didn't stop.It's not cruel, right? qvq?

There will be a lot of red envelopes in these chapters, although this month is a bit difficult for me... Everyone loves me and leaves a message (cover face)