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

Chapter 64: Endless Nightmare

There are some scars, the scabs have been scabbed for more than ten years, and you thought they had healed, and you even thought you could forget about them, after so many years of self-healing.But one day the reality will tell you sincerely: it is faster to dream.

Those lingering nightmares are back, and this time more real than ever.

Bruce could hear the whispers of nightmares, as he had heard countless times in his dreams, like woodworms in the shadows moving their abdomen slowly.He could smell the nightmare smell, like blood, but it was not fresh, but a bloody smell that had spanned more than ten years. The rancid smell might be a more accurate description of its smell.

They're so disgusting, and yet sadly, they're so familiar.

With a palpitation in his heart, Bruce opened his eyes, and he found that it was an endless night without a moon, a nightmare that he might not be able to wake up from.

Indeed, time will blur memory, but why some chapters can never be turned over.

Without looking around, Bruce just looked up at the sky, which seemed to be confined into a narrow space by the tall buildings of Gotham, until his eyes became sore.

In fact, there was no need to look around at all, because no one knew this place better than him, every brick, every moss, and every bit of old blood scattered in forgotten corners...

This is where it was etched in his bone marrow, this is where it all began, but it is by no means where it ends.A dark night, a narrow alley.

"It's not your fault, Bats~" The clown's seemingly unresolved voice echoed in his ears, and then the former walked around from behind Batman to the front of him, just to see the other's expression more clearly.But it's probably useless, because at this moment Bruce's facial muscles seemed to be necrotic, showing a state of numbness.

"You must know that at that time, you were just a little child." As if amused by himself, the clown couldn't help giggling, "It's just a child, how pitiful, how helpless, such a young child How do you resist a shot from Biu--?"

While saying this, the Joker put his hands in the shape of a gun, squinted his eyes and shot Batman in the head.

Withdrawing his gaze towards the sky, he cast his gaze on the clown with exaggerated makeup in front of him. His voice was as low and steady as ever, as if nothing could shake him: "I don't know what you're talking about." Batman Say so.

"Oh, Bats!" The clown circled around his beloved bat, then shrugged and spread his hands: "Why are you still lying to me at this time?"

"Aren't I, a phantom you imagined?" The clown grinned, his scarlet lips almost reaching the ears: "You are lying to yourself, Bats~"

Batman refused to answer this question, his silent expression was like a wall isolating everything from the outside world, and at this moment, Phantom was still rambling:

"But as long as you don't leave the cinema early that day, just a little bit at night."

In those jumpy words, Batman's fingers were embedded in the scars that hadn't healed on the palm of his hand.

"And then nothing will happen, look, Bats, do you see the funny side?" The clown tilted his head and approached the silent knight, and he tugged at his already big and ugly smile, expecting to see that expression.

What kind of expression?Painful, struggling, or——

"Nothing bad will happen, as long as you make such a small, small change at that time." The clown said cruelly, and this may be the deepest thought in Bruce's heart.

"It may not be your fault, but you'll pay for it—"

The clown dragged his voice out, and was thrown out the next moment, but when he wiped the blood from his lips, he put his arms around himself and laughed loudly: "Come on! Come on! I know you What do you want to do!"

The flames of anger blazed in Batman's beautiful black eyes, and what a beautiful sight it was.

"Are you angry? Are you angry? Do you want to vent?" Every sound was like a drumbeat, hitting the most vulnerable point of reason.

"And you know the solution," the Joker said in a strange tone, and then looked at Batman two steps away with that knowing look, and opened his scarlet lips: "As long as you K—"

He couldn't even finish his sentence, because after the first attack, the Dark Knight followed like a furious tornado, destroying everything, punishing everything, and blood, splashing like a torrential rain, pouring down.

In the swirling rain, the torn and shattered laughter seemed to turn into weeping, but in the next second, it was discovered that it was just an illusion.

"That's it! Be angry! Batman, be angry, Batman! Let that rage fill your eyes like a wild wave, and see how beautiful that rage burns in your eyes!"

The phantom of the clown stared at the front, stretching out his dry claws just to firmly grasp the moment, but this familiar sentence brought Bruce back to the not long ago past.

"Did someone tell you that you have beautiful eyes?" Yun Hai asked suddenly. At that time, she was doing an activity of studying as a secretary, but she was actually doing nothing: enjoying the scene where Bruce was immersed in his work.

"——No." After hesitating, Bruce looked up at the sea of ​​clouds, a little uncertain what the other party was going to say, but found a pair of black eyes focused on him, which reflected a familiar figure.

"Very good, that's it now." Putting down the mug, Yun Hai stood up and approached Bruce in a leisurely manner.She walked around the table, passed a few stacks of documents, and then directly raised her legs to straddle the desk.

Bruce stared at Yunhai's every move, watched her approach him, and then felt that his whole body was enveloped by a special fragrance, which was a very special dark fragrance.Before he could identify which kind of toiletries the faint scent came from, Bruce was caught by Yunhai's next words.

"Anger and loss go hand in hand, Batsy, and you, you have a pair of eyes that are especially suitable for anger." Full of charm without knowing it, this is Yunhai's definition of Bruce.

She stretched out her right hand to the person who looked up at her in front of her, and was a little surprised to find that the latter did not dodge, so Yunhai's hand rested on Bruce's face without hindrance, and traced it carefully with the callused index finger. into the latter's eyes.

Batsy, he has very, very bright eyes, the eyes themselves are like obsidian shining introverted precious light on every section, and the bits of real self leaking from the window of the soul are even more dazzling and dazzling like hot melting The flow of gold generally makes people hold their breath.

Why can one person accommodate two of the most beautiful and extreme colors at the same time?Burning like a red crow, sinking like a dark candle.

What if his own shadow is reflected in those suffocatingly beautiful eyes?

The pulp of his fingers gently brushed the reddish end of the eye, slid across the lower eyelid, and finally circled absently on Bruce's eyelid.The stubborn eyes that would never close no matter what looked over, greatly pleased Yun Hai, and she couldn't help but grab Bruce's tie.

Pull him closer to you until there is no distance left.The face was almost pressed against Bruce's cheek, and the sea of ​​clouds whispered in his ear: "But because of my love for you, I am reluctant to let you lose."

"It's hard to see the moment when the anger aroused by my own hands fills these beautiful eyes."

"It's such a pity—" It's indeed a pity, but—

Pausing for a moment, as if expressing his deep regret, Yun Hai chuckled softly: "Instead, I was lucky enough to see the smile appearing in those ice-black eyes."

"And that, too, is a rare blessing."

And the lost appearance in those beautiful eyes is so unforgettable, even confusing.Yunhai did not say the second half of the sentence.

In the real world, Bruce lowered his fist.He naturally has no way of knowing Yunhai's past mental activities, but this does not prevent him from clearly distinguishing his own Joker from the phantom in front of him.

She/they are different, just like the self in the phantom mouth of the clown is also different from the real self.

The author has something to say: the dialogue between Yunhai and Bruce was inspired by the three-dimensional.

What kind of experience is it to have a friend with particularly beautiful eyes?When you talk to her, you will involuntarily be distracted, and you can't help staring at the big eyes in a daze.The black eyes are awesome, the double eyelids are high, the cat eyes awsl

She also has a very cat-like personality and said that she is usually very arrogant, but occasionally she ran out when she was wronged, and when you catch up, you will find her looking at you with wet eyes wronged, how can you not love her!

However, the cost of doing so is the Cold War for half a month...

Please be careful when flirting with cat-attribute friends!