Choice, which is a meaning given by human beings, is a kind of behavior that we make all the time.

Generally speaking, choice will always bring a series of unpredictable effects to the development of anything, and the word choice is always associated with cost, when we choose a certain action, we will inevitably lose something, these because of our choice, it is called cost.

Too many choices, not a good thing... Because that means you're going to pay more.

"Bang"

The Joker's head was roughly grabbed, and with Batman's lead, his entire body was mounted on the wall of the interrogation room.

"Where's Harvey!

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

He screamed, but not in fear, the blood running from the top of his head smeared the oil paint on his face, and there was blood at the corners of his mouth, but there was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

Some are just frenetic, some are just excited, a joy to see the best things bloom.

"I've said it a long time ago! You have so many principles that you think they can save you, hahahaha. ”

"Bang"

A punch slammed into the Joker's abdomen, he curled up in pain, he fell to the ground, he watched as Batman stretched out his hands, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him high,

"Tell me!

"You didn't... You don't have any, any, anything that can threaten me!hahahahaha, your strength is useless... Hahaha, that's my rule, you have to make a choice! Break it, bat, break it! You can see the truth..."

The clown felt that he couldn't breathe, and he waved his hands like a rooster with a severed neck and said,

"The only sensible way to survive in this world is to have no principles! Tonight, you will break your only principle!"

"Ahem, I know you can't!"

The clown coughed hard, his voice getting lower and lower in the pain of being choked around his neck,

"So I'm here to help you... Make a choice, they are dying, there are only ten minutes left, and if... Ahem... If you want to save any of them, you're going to have to play my game, ahem, and use my rules!"

"Bang"

The Joker's body was thrown out, smashing the interrogation table in the house, his body leaned against the corner of the wall in a strange position, he stretched out his hand with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Batman, he had no doubt that if he was provoked again, this guy might break through the principle in anger and kill him.

But he didn't pay attention to the threat, he saw those eyes, even in the midst of extreme anger, he still maintained a trace of sanity, the clown smiled, and he showed a wounded old dog curling up, he whispered,

"Do you understand? It's a choice, choose one of the five lives! Who will you choose? Which four people will you kill, will you go crazy? Bat, I'm really curious!"

"Where are they?"

Bruce asked, this time the clown didn't sell it again, and the extremely miserable clown looked at him,

"Of course I'll tell you... I'll tell you all about the faithful wife I put at 87 Orchard Street, the innocent girl on the second floor of the Gotham orphanage, the brave little boy the third in warehouse 104 at the pier, and the poor mayor of Nestor in the basement of the Old Theatre in Central City."

He scratched his head, and said unsurely,

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, Harvey, who represents justice, should be at 65 Third Avenue on the Narrow Isle!"

Bruce turned around and rushed out of the interrogation room, and the clown shouted afterward, and the madman seemed to be helping,

"Don't think about saving anyone if you hesitate, let me see who you're going to kill, bat...! Hey, don't touch me, I have human rights!"

Sheriff Smith rushed in to interrupt the Joker's voice, followed by a punch-and-flesh beating, and when Batman rushed out of the police station, Gordon was already waiting there, along with Robin with a motorcycle helmet,

He stepped on the batmobile and shouted,

"I'm going to save Harvey!"

After saying that, he rushed into the road ahead at a great speed.

"I'll go to the docks!"

Robin set off on a police motorcycle, Gordon got into the car, and with three places left, he decided to go to the nearest Old Theater in Central City, where he was most likely based on the time of Mayor Nestor's departure.

The moment the car started, a furious roar came from behind the car, Gordon looked back, the dark red figure went and returned, and Cyber whispered as he passed the car,

"The orphanage... Leave it to me!"

The speed of the black tomahawk was increased to the extreme in an instant, like a flash shadow shuttling in the dark, and quickly disappeared in Gordon's gaze, the Gotham orphanage is the farthest from here, Cyber took this heavy responsibility, Gordon no longer cared about safe driving, the police car rushed onto the road at the fastest speed, he grabbed the intercom and shouted,

"Smith! Damn, stop hitting him! Go to 87 Orchard Street!

"Roger! I'll be right over!"

Life is almost indistinguishable from the moment it is born, it stands to reason that life should be equal, but when human civilization progresses, there are always such and such factors, which add some additional labels to life, so the mayor's life becomes very important, so Harvey's life will be more important than a child whose life has not yet begun.

The viciousness of the clown's deadly joke lies in... He wanted Bruce Wayne to see that Batman, who actually represents Gotham's justice and hope, will also compare and rescue the most important person in this cruel choice of human life.

This is a mockery of human nature, because for all those involved in this rescue operation, when choosing the object of rescue, there will be a mental torture about the essence of life, what is the most important thing.

Is it a child? Or is it a powerful mayor?

He knows very well that as long as even one person dies, Batman's will will leave a permanent hole, and for this kind of person who adheres to the rules, there is nothing more painful than breaking the rules with his own hands, the Joker knows very well what they will do, those who are called heroes, will put all the responsibility on their shoulders, and these weights will eventually crush them.

And for Gordon... The clown huddled in the corner of the interrogation room grinned maliciously.

He's going to punish Gordon for ruining his confrontation with Batman... It was just his inspiration, yes, the world is so unfair, and things happen randomly, but now, he can't wait to see this deadly joke.

Who would go crazy?

Batman... Or Gordon? The young detective?

Red... Mr. Red doesn't go crazy, the Joker can be sure of that, that's a colder bastard than him, he's the same as the Joker, he's a person who believes in the logic of the self, but the difference is that the Joker attributes the logic of the self to chaos, while Cyber, he attributes it to indifference.

But in the end, he has put so much effort and so much arrangement, how can it only target Batman alone?

"It's a pity..."

The clown muttered to himself, "Rachel Dawes, little beauty, it would be perfect if I could catch you, they would all be defeated, everyone, they would be killed..."

"Ding"

An object was thrown into the interrogation room, and the clown saw the thing, his eyes lit up, he looked left and right, wiped the blood from his mouth, and quietly held the thing in his hand.

In the midst of the lightning speed, the figure of Cyber and his steel beast became a real red phantom between the cities.

His target was the Gotham Orphanage, where Catherine had stayed, and Selena seemed to have been, and Cyber knew where that place was, and his body was tied to this crazy locomotive, and at a speed of nearly 450 km/h, even an oncoming gust of wind was enough to carry Cyber's body into the air.

This speed has almost exceeded the speed of the locomotive, normal people can't drive it, just a slight tilt, maybe there will be a tragic car accident, but Cyber can, his mental reaction speed is completely enough, and the unusual physique allows him to drive the thunderous roar of the locomotive on the streets of Gotham.

No one knows the time set by the madman of the Joker, and since he has already embarked on the road to save people, what Cyber is most worried about is that a flame suddenly erupts in front of him.

"That's what it's like to be a good guy..."

Cyber thought to himself with some self-deprecation, "Good people are always controlled by bad people, because it's easier to destroy than to save." ”

Indeed, in the confrontation between Batman and the Joker, Bruce seems to have never won once, and Cyber has a new understanding of the Joker's destructive power, but he knows how to deal with the Joker, this kind of person, the moment he catches it, he should shoot a bullet into his head.

If he could, Cyber would rather go back to that night and stick a knife into that guy's heart even when everyone stopped him, alas... At that time, he was also controlled by wild madness, and if Professor Charles hadn't used coercive methods to get him out of that state, I'm afraid Harvey would have died a long time ago.

This is also the reason why he is reluctant to get involved in the matter about the Joker, he is also afraid, he is afraid that he will lose control again, when Gordon is hit by a bullet at Lauber's memorial service, Cyber clearly feels his emotions are manipulating his body frantically, killing all the criminals.

The beast instinct seemed to manipulate him in that moment.

This experience made Cyber even more worried about his situation, and he knew that if he got out of control, no one in the city could suppress him, either by blowing him to pieces or committing horrific killings.

He doesn't care about death, but he doesn't kill ordinary people for no reason.

"Click"

The black tomahawk turned into a black alley with no street lights, the environment here was terrible, the smell of garbage everywhere was everywhere, yes, this is it, Gotham Orphanage.

The building was built for a long time, but after Bruce's father built a new, larger Wayne orphanage in the name of the Wayne family, it was on the verge of abandonment, and only unlucky children like Catherine were sent here, which is said to be hiding many complex secrets, but it was completely closed one year ago.

So now, looking at it in the dark, it looks like a haunted house, and there are excited small animals that make all kinds of sounds in the dark, and ordinary people will probably be scared to pee here.

But these have nothing to do with Cyber, so he won't be afraid of them.

"Bang"

The closed, already rusty door was smashed open by the tomahawk, and Cyber didn't even stop long, took the claw gun from his belt, and rushed up to the second floor of the orphanage with the help of the steel cable.

In front of him, there were more than 20 rooms that were almost identical, and he searched as fast as he could, no one knew how long it would take for this place to explode, and he had to hurry.

Eventually, outside the utility room at the very edge, Cyber smelled a strong smell of gasoline, and he kicked open the closed door and rushed inside, the light source on the gauntlet was turned on at this moment, and Saiber's eyes narrowed sharply after seeing the layout of the room.

At least 20 barrels of gasoline, and a timer was fixed above the oil barrel, and the numbers on it jumped around 10 minutes, which made Cyber breathe a sigh of relief, once this place exploded, it was enough to raze the entire orphanage to the ground, Cyber walked quickly into the deepest part of the utility room, and saw a little girl in a white dress lying on the ground, looking unconscious.

He hurried over to pick up the little girl, and as the light shone brightly, Cyber's gaze swept over the girl's face, and his steps immediately stopped in place.

This is... Barbara Gordon, Gordon's little daughter!

The wife and boy that the clown was talking about, are they...

"Damn it!"

Cyber scolded, "Gordon is going crazy!"

He reached out and took little Barbara in his arms, but at the moment of getting up, a wire that was attached to the little girl's back was pulled off, and Cyber heard the voice, and he jerked his head back, and the number of the timer on the oil drum changed rapidly, and finally stopped at 5.

"Hell!"

"Bang"

The heat in Cyber's body exploded with all his strength at this moment, and he was like a rugby player, holding Barbara in his arms, and the whole person rushed towards the glass of the utility room, smashing the broken glass, and the moment he flew into the air, behind him, a dazzling golden flame was like a fireball.

Bursting open, Cyber felt the strong impetus and scorching flames behind him, clinging to his armor and burning, but what was rolling in Cyber's mind at this time was another thought.

Elsewhere, isn't there the same deadly design, that insidious bastard!