[Batman] I, The Joker, how is that possible?

Chapter 63: The Beautiful World

In the end, the movie didn't turn out, and it's all due to the damn robber who broke in suddenly, and Batman.Yes, in the movie theater, Bruce sees Batman in person.

Coming back from the outside, he awkwardly greeted his parents (he hadn't figured out how to get along with them), and Bruce went straight to the bedroom.

Thomas was peeling pomegranates for Martha. Seeing his son's actions, Thomas turned to his wife and said, "Remember what I told you this morning?"

Covering her forehead with her arm, Martha let out a groan: "Why is this happening? This is definitely not hereditary self."

"Bad things will always happen, look out for Martha." Thomas didn't hear his wife's subtext at all. After splitting the pomegranate in half, he called out to Bruce's stiff back: "Your mother and I are going Do you want to go out for lunch?"

"No." After a pause, Bruce added a title: "Father, I have some business to deal with this afternoon."

This sentence is not lying. After experiencing this strange day, Bruce decided to find a psychiatrist to talk about his heart...but at the last moment, he changed his mind.No, never a psychiatrist, even if being Batman is illusory, the necessary caution is never superfluous.

Well, the prudent way is very abstract.

"Okay, friends ~ let's look at the next contribution from an enthusiastic person, and let me read it to you:

I have a friend, whoa, is it just my friend again? ’ A good-natured laugh came from the radio.

"Let's start over seriously, I have a friend, love, wealth, family and already proposed to his girlfriend, ah, so I'm here to congratulate this contributor in advance, it seems that our contributors are indeed happy Yes, I mean, cough, with all due respect, after all, most of you here are single, and I don’t mean to look down on you, because I am also single.”

"Let's get down to business, let's take a look at the troubles of this lucky guy:" the sound of the paper being flipped.

"Hmm, I feel like I'm living someone else's life? And I don't know myself anymore? It's quite a common adolescent rebellious period, so our contributors' puberty came relatively late."

"The next step is to often imagine yourself as Batman? Oh, it doesn't matter, most of us have imagined ourselves as Batman, big guy, don't you think so?" Many responses immediately appeared in the live broadcast room the sound of.

"Okay, overall, the problem with this friend who doesn't know gender is quite obvious, what? Why do you say you don't know gender? What if the contributor is like me and loves women, hahaha!"

"Let's put it this way, contributor, since everything in your friend's life has been arranged by her parents, she/he sometimes feels like she/he has achieved nothing, but honestly, I don't know what other viewers think, at least I I really hope that I have such a well-arranged life, sorry, it’s getting too far—”

"But because s/he wants to rebel, subconsciously creates a more satisfying life for herself, and identifies with Batman with lofty ideals. Ah, at least everyone is equal on this point , because the fantasy is to be Batman! (Laughter)”

"Here I will give this lucky guy a suggestion. Find the meaning of your life and truly live for yourself, and then these fantasies will naturally disappear. Of course, this advice applies to everyone sitting here."

"Let's look at the next contributor—"

The voice on the radio faded away, leaving Bruce chewing on the few words in place: Is the illusion gone, is that what he understands?

Were all the years of training and self-discipline, the countless times of painful and unbearable torture, and what happened to my parents all a fantasy?

Bruce buried his face in his hands and moved his shoulders a little.

No one knows what he was thinking in those few seconds, but when Bruce put his hand down, a smile from the heart broke out on his face uncontrollably.Yes, smile, a relieved smile.

So, the nightmare is finally over, right?

There hadn't been a single moment in Bruce's life since that day in his childhood that he felt so light, so light.The heavy burden on his shoulders that he couldn't breathe suddenly disappeared, and an impulse dominated him, making him stand up uncontrollably, open the door and walk out.

Thomas and Martha were putting on their coats at the door when Bruce stepped forward, opening his empty arms.

Bruce was eager to show his loved ones how much he owed them, and he did, wrapping the family in open arms with a big hug.It was a hug he'd been given since he woke up.

"Son, what's the matter? Did you change your mind and plan to go out to dinner with us?"

"No." With his eyes closed, Bruce felt the happiness of his arms being enriched with his heart, "Come back soon."

Everything is so beautiful, so happy.In the peaceful afternoon, the drowsy afternoon tea brought by Afu, until Bruce opened today's newspaper at dusk to read the report about Batman——

Dreams mainly occur in the subconscious mind.Since the ability to read and write in humans has evolved over the millennia, the deciphering and writing of words mainly takes place in active consciousness, but these parts of the brain are also in a dormant state after sleep, which is why The subconscious mind cannot interpret words in sleep, dreams are, in dreams, dreams——

Obviously none of the words in the newspaper could understand, but countless scientific theories poured into Bruce's mind, and he couldn't even stop it.

And then all of a sudden, that beautiful reality that was like a dream really became a dream.The crystal ball shattered in front of him, and Bruce didn't even have time to save it.

All the characters are upside down, they are fragmented and assembled into an unreadable appearance. Joker's horrific laughter echoed in Bruce's ears, and it was useless for him to cover his ears.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

Bruce raised his head and tried to confide in Ah Fu, but at the next moment he suddenly realized painfully that all of this was fake, including the old butler in front of him.In this sweet dream he has everything he wants, and the only small price to pay is—

Live forever in a lie.

But this is a heavy price that Bruce cannot pay.Maybe he should be grateful at this moment, because Thomas and Martha are not in the manor, and the only thing he needs to turn his back on is Ah Fu.

As if his heart was being severely grabbed, Bruce pushed away the beautiful but false phantom and rushed out: someone had to be responsible for this, and he knew who it was.

Damn Batman!

Whether in reality or in false dreams, Batman must be responsible for this, and Bruce knows this clearly.

They fought to the death in a heavy rain, their fists fell ferociously on each other's shoulders, waist and abdomen, rather than fighting each other, it was more like trying to wake themselves up.

Eventually Bruce ripped off Batman's helmet, and the man under that helmet was—

"Joker? No, that's impossible!"

Facing the green hair Bruce took a step back, shaking his head.

"Why is it impossible? Oh, oh, poor Bats," the clown who is not a woman, but with exaggerated makeup shook his head and approached Batman step by step: "What's impossible? It's up to you Come and enjoy Bruce's good life while I do my Batman duties."

Pushing Bruce into a corner, he pointed his finger at the former's violently heaving chest. A huge smile appeared on the clown's face, and his white teeth gleamed cruelly: "Isn't this idea not good enough?"

"It can't be true." Bruce gritted his teeth and said those few words.

"Don't deny it, Bats," the clown said, "because that's what's inside you."

"All of this—" He stretched out an arm and made a circle in an exaggerated manner, "Including me, all of them are the deepest desires in your heart."

"But it's all false refraction." No matter what Joker said, Bruce remained unwavering: "Even you are just a false misplaced Joker that I conceived."

After staring into Batman's overly awake eyes for a while, the Joker said, "It seems that I'm doing well in the real world."

Without waiting for Bruce to say anything about this sentence, the Joker took a step back and gave the former a breathing room: "If you don't want to stay in this fake beautiful world."

The male and female voices overlap:

"Then welcome to your nightmare world."

The author has something to say: I can’t be abused anymore, I am naturally suitable for writing sweet articles