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

Chapter 66: Reality and Illusion

Reality and fantasy are often just a difference of thought, and when Bruce broke free from the illusion and opened his eyes, he realized it.The second thing he will realize shortly afterwards is that maybe those countless nightmares didn't destroy him, but reality will.

The iron chain that binds him is 8mm wide and 2.5 meters long. The link is made of poor-quality spot welding, and he can easily break free with a burst of strength.As for the scarecrow on the opposite side: the face cannot be seen clearly with the mask on, and the height should fluctuate around 1.8 meters, which is the height at which Bruce has to lower his head to meet his gaze.The weight is about 60kg, and the muscles of the upper body are weaker than those of the lower body. It can't be compared with Yunhai's unforgettable well-proportioned muscles that coexist with explosive power and skill.

Height and weight, grip strength, pulling strength, and pushing strength, the cold instinct projected these data in Bruce's mind one by one.Even if he didn't take the initiative to analyze it, his eyesight and brain couldn't help but capture the data and process it reflexively.

But the scarecrow on the opposite side didn't know what kind of fragile protection he was facing. Perhaps this was the reason why he was calm at the moment, heh, he was even a little proud of himself.

"What a surprise. You woke up. It seems that I underestimated your tolerance to potions." Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the Scarecrow returned to his usual calm pace and walked to Batman's side for two minutes. Meters away, if he hadn't reflexively grabbed the spare needle the moment the other party woke up, his words might have been more convincing.

"Tell me what you want." Bruce's voice in Batman's state was as difficult as ever, but this time it seemed to be particularly low, with a hoarse voice rushing out of his throat, accompanied by a series of roaring bubbly sounds.

"What I want, I will get it with my own hands, and now I just want to see your fear." After noticing Batman's suppressed anger, the Scarecrow smiled triumphantly:

"Oh, our poor Batman, oh, our poor Batman," he sighed with emotion, holding his hands up, "Look at yourself, controlled by emotion, burned by the flames of vengeance , and end up being eaten alive by hate, not knowing that those feelings only make you more vulnerable—”

Similar to the clown, the scarecrow also has a strong desire to perform, but the object of his performance is not fixed.For example, now, while he was talking, he slowly turned to face the three subordinates in the room, and at the same time turned his back to Batman extremely hastily.

Raising his arms above his head, the smile under the scarecrow mask was distorted and ugly when facing his subordinates, and the weak pronunciation at the end was extraordinarily frivolous and full of sympathy.

"All of this—" the Scarecrow dragged his voice, and the excited and adoring gazes of his subordinates made him so uncontrollably ecstatic that he even forgot the fear that arose when Batman just woke up.He turned sharply and turned around to look at his enemy. He raised his right hand flat and laughed loudly: "All of this will eventually become fuel for your fear!"

The resounding conclusion was thrown out, and then the silence began to erode the surroundings.

The scarecrow expected to see panic on the face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and he expected the symbol of hope to become a cowardly captive, but what he saw in the end was just a blank face.

Empty, silent, a black hole that devours everything.And this silent silence made the excitement just now extra ridiculous, it was like, aha, like a one-sided farce!

Apparently the Scarecrow was aware of this too, which is why his mood quickly turned from exasperated to annoyed, and finally to the point of complete rage.Forgetting to be cautious and careful, the Scarecrow rushed to Batman and said angrily: "What do you know? Ah? Batman? From the fact that you woke up from the nightmare very quickly, it can be seen that your nightmare is not a big deal at all, right? You megalomaniac, you don't belong here, you don't belong in Gotham!"

At this moment, the distance between the two is so close that Batman can control each other's state when he breaks free, and all he does to achieve this goal is not to respond.

"You are too free, too arrogant, and high above you, how can you understand the fear of me struggling in this hell on earth? How can you understand the fear of waking up in nightmares day and night?"

The scarecrow's accusation is meaningless at all. Many times people are just immersed in their own pain but do not want to open their eyes to see the pain of others, just like him at this moment: "Ah? But it's all over, it doesn't matter anymore, after tonight Everything will change, the hope of Gotham will fall, and you, will fall with me to experience the countless fears!"

It was nothing more than a series of meaningless words, and Batman was tired of listening to them. He was about to make a move, but was frozen in place by a name that the Scarecrow said maliciously.

"Gordon, the chief of the Gotham Police Department, his name is Gordon, right?" He didn't even notice how dangerous he was, and the scarecrow barely concealed the malice in his voice: "He was burned by me." His jaw was still clamoring that you can solve my big trouble, ha, what a naive remark! Oh, by the way, I still have his eyes, come, say hi to your old friend—— "

And this is just the beginning.

"Batman, why are you so quiet? Is it because the friendship between the two of you is not deep enough? I understand, then I will bring you two more good news."

"Bruce Wayne is your patron, isn't it? It's a pity that my men didn't find him, only his poor old housekeeper and his adopted cub, oh, oh, what are the names of those two poor people What? Look at my memory, forget it, people who have died have no value of being remembered."

"Are you trembling, Batman? You are afraid! Fear is right! Because I have prepared a big gift for you! That is our repertoire tonight!"

"I killed Joker with my own hands, maybe Yunhai? I used this knife to cut open his skin, and then shaved off his flesh piece by piece like this, starting from the two legs that did not affect life, to his Beautiful fingertips, ah! Those are really beautiful and slender hands. There are two whole plates of meat sliced, and the sliced ​​meat is really muscular and firm, and I left a little bit, do you like it?"

"Oh, I forgot to say, he still expects you to save him in the end. Is this still the Joker in the legend? He should have become my companion, if you, Batman, hadn't instilled those distorted ideas in him if."

"..."

"Speak! Batman?! Give me—" They met, and their eyes accidentally met. It was at this moment that the scarecrow froze in place as if suddenly lost power, and the unbearable silence spread quickly. Come.

The boss's quietness attracted the attention of his subordinates. They cast curious eyes, looked at the stiff back of the scarecrow, and curiously imagined what happened in front of them.

One second passed, two seconds passed, three seconds passed.Nothing, maybe should check it out?

One of his subordinates walked over, and what greeted him was——

What the hell is the scarecrow talking about?Why do these words sound so incomprehensible?Or are you still in a dream?It's just that this time the dream was more real. In this dream, he could read words but not language.

It took Bruce a long time to chew through the few short sentences the scarecrow said, but he still couldn't understand what happened to Jim, what happened to Alfred and Dick, and what happened to—— Yunhai,,,, So what did the scarecrow say?

But all of a sudden, the film covering the intellect disappeared, and all of a sudden, everything became so clear, a clarity that had never been seen before, a clarity that made people hate.

All that goes away, plain and simple as that.

Yes, everything, everything Bruce loved, loved, disappeared without a trace.They are so simple, disappeared!Can you understand?With a snap, everything disappeared?

Why did such a ridiculous thing happen?

Can't understand, can't understand.

Batman's outer shell stands there, with a weight of two hundred pounds, a tall and straight body, and a physique close to the limit of human beings, but his heart is a barren place, with only death and the biting cold wind that blows through the bones to accompany him .

It was a no-go area of ​​life, save for the few clumps of dry grass that Bruce had spent nearly 20 years trying to eke out, and even that was destroyed now.

He was already numb, but it was strange, why such a strong anger still rose from this numbness and despair?Roasting his internal organs, roasting his heart?

Dark emotions surged in his heart, and in an instant Bruce broke free from the chains.Reason caught a glimpse of the scarecrow's terrified and surprised facial expression, but the next moment it sank deeply into the subconscious.

Wielding all available weapons, existing as a true martial arts master, the crackling sound of countless bones breaking, came from a distant place like rain hitting the roof.

Try to be sensible Bruce!oh?Why be sensible?Know that the whole world is in chaos.

Then try to think of those things worth cherishing!cherish?Oh, tell me, what else is left that I cherish?

At least don't let Joker's phantom succeed, but, Joker is dead, Yunhai, she's gone—she's gone, and at the same time, she's gone, taking everything Bruce is eager to keep.

Bruce tried to save himself, but this behavior only pushed himself deeper into the abyss step by step.Soon, he couldn't feel the anger anymore, even though the anger burned so fiercely, even though the anger spread wildly and almost swallowed the whole world.

The mind has never been clearer than it is now, as the Joker phantom said: You know how to end it all.

That one, very, very simple method, and it's strange why it wasn't discovered before?Loosening the collar of the man on the ground, Bruce stood up and staggered step by step towards the scarecrow who was knocked down on the ground first, and mixed blood dripped down on his fists.

Bruce felt like his world was spinning, but in fact Batman stood there like a huge, terrifying sculpture.Bruce felt that everything was extremely numb, but in fact, through the armor, the Scarecrow could feel a powerful and ominous energy slowly overflowing.It was this force that made his eyes widen in disbelief, and then he used his hands and feet on the ground to try to stay away from the bat monster.

The Scarecrow could feel the destructive rage burning under the quiet exterior. It was the most terrifying rage he had encountered in his decades of life: so quiet yet so deadly, slowly devouring the surroundings, and even, Maybe it will spread and swallow the whole of Gotham.

Batman upholds the principle of not killing, which is a principle well known to all Gotham criminals, but now, Scarecrow is deeply shaken.

Interesting, isn't the original purpose of the Scarecrow to corrupt Gotham's symbol of hope?Now that he has finally succeeded, why is he scared?When doing something, at least figure out whether you can bear the consequences. Now who is showing this look of being out of your wits?

No one is afraid of good people because they have a bottom line, and everyone is afraid of bad people because they have no bottom line.Even becoming a slightly conscientious person requires multiple efforts to build and maintain, but an evil person can destroy all these efforts without any effort.

Yes, this is unfair, but the ridiculous thing is that fairness has always existed in a concept.It was just a slogan, she took it when they needed it, and trampled on it when they didn't.

So how to classify those who have fallen from the side of good to evil?

"Ready to pay the price?" asked the man in the Batman cape, before offering his own answer to the previous question:

Either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself transformed into a villain.Bruce never thought of himself as a hero, let alone a hero is not an attractive glory, it is just a kind of shackles, the shackles imposed by everyone.

A hero cannot resist when he is wronged, and cannot be angry when he is attacked. Her/his integrity is pure and flawless, and her/his conduct is extremely noble, but there is only one flaw, that is, she/he cannot exist as a living human being.

The halo imposed on it is just a fog to cover up the fact that the so-called hero is just an innocent sacrifice offered by everyone, a shield, a fig leaf, that's all, so pale Reality.

It's been five or six hours since the scarecrow's threat, where are the police in Gotham?And that answer Bruce couldn't be more clear.

They're spoiled by Batman.

Tonight, they will not come. Tomorrow, they may come, or they may never come again.As always, leave the puzzles to Batman.

But Bruce was tired, and he'd never seen it so clearly:

He was not a hero in the first place, and he was nothing more than a hero at this moment.

So maybe villains are pretty good too?After all, isn't that what this sad and unforgiving world craves?

"No, wait—"

The scarecrow tried to beg for mercy, but Bruce calmly refused the enemy's plea: "But I can't wait."

Can't wait to start this fun new chapter, because everyone is tired of Batman fighting crime, right?

Glancing at the dagger on the ground, it must be the weapon used to slice off the flesh and blood of Yunhai.Picking up the dagger from the ground, Bruce stated the fact in a calm tone:

"Let's start now."

Start now and never end.

The author has something to say: I finally defeated the final boss.

Yunhai: Scarecrow, what the hell are you talking about? !

Don't be a good person, don't be a bad person, it's ok if you don't do evil.If others say that I am a good person, my first reaction is: Hell, I will take the blame again or suffer a loss