"Poof"

The clown who sat in the truck and experienced a reverse rollover felt like the world was spinning, and after the truck turned over, all the glass products shattered at this moment, cutting his face and bleeding everywhere, but he was lucky, the guy next to him was stabbed in the heart by a large piece of glass, and he died a long time ago.

He struggled to crawl out of the broken window, an automatic rifle in his hand, and he fell to the ground, breathing for a few seconds, and then struggling to get up from the ground with his gun on his lean.

He staggered like a drunken drunk, and fell twice at the start, it seemed that the shock had affected his sense of balance, but his expression was pleasant, he grabbed the rifle in both hands, and he saw Batman on a motorcycle rushing towards him from the deserted street in front of him.

The Joker's whole face was filled with an eerie smile, he grabbed his rifle and shot wildly forward, at a distance where the bullet was not powerful at all, but Cyber knew what he wanted to do.

Like a matador wearing a red cape, he tried to provoke Batman by throwing away his rifle and standing there as he watched the giant wheels of the batbike rush towards him.

He didn't even think about dodging.

He stood in the dim light of Gotham, at the intersection of darkness and light, his smile growing on his face covered in oil paint and blood, as if this uninhabited place of death was his stage, waiting for another dance partner to appear.

"Come on, come on. ”

He muttered to himself, his eyes widened as he stared at Batman, who was getting closer and closer than him, and when he looked closely, his body trembled a little, and Cyber watched it all from the shadows on one side, and he focused all his eyes on the Joker, this man, very peculiar, this was the most unique of all the villains he had seen before and now.

He is crazy, but he has a meticulous mind that is completely free from the rules and morals of civilization.

He was stubborn, stubbornly pursuing what he had always wanted to do, even if it was just an idea that had sprung out of his brain.

He is changeable, like a typical manic psychic, but when he is quiet, he has an attractive quality.

It's like a mixture of contradictions, his very existence is the best embodiment of the chaos of human nature, he is already abnormal, he always stands on a higher level to look at all the problems he encounters, and then there are strange but useful means to solve them.

Cyber didn't even look at Bruce, and in this case, he already knew what Bruce would do, and he naturally understood what the Joker wanted to do.

His chase had never changed, and he asked Bruce to take off his mask, or more appropriately, to have Bruce break the principles he had set himself, because he didn't believe in them at all.

Everything he does, horror, killing, crime, all this is aimed at proving that Batman is just a hypocrite, and he wants to prove that, on some levels, Batman is no different from him, and for this, he will even pay with his own life as the price of the game.

The engine of the bat bike was getting louder and louder, and Bruce was crouching on the body, the light in his eyes getting colder and colder, and when Cyber was about to kill the Joker, he stopped it, but the price was the death of innocent people.

There is no right answer to this kind of human nature, but everything the Joker has done has really transferred that pressure to his shoulders, and every day he sees an innocent person die because of him, Bruce's guilt will be stronger.

He looked at the clown standing in the light of the street lamp, his hands outstretched, he could even see the mockery on his face covered in oil paint, and the smile of anticipation mixed with excitement, a dangerous thought beating in Bruce's heart.

"Bump it over!"

A voice echoed in his brain, "Bump into it, if you want to bump over, it's a hundred!"

Bruce's bottom line is faintly shaking, the principle he shot for himself is shaken, he will not kill, but if this madman is allowed to continue, more innocent people will be threatened, and the peace of their lives and lives will be completely broken, as well as his life.

The life that has been planned will also be completely ruined.

"Kill him, kill him and you'll end it all for good!"

Bruce's teeth, the speed of the bat motorcycle is getting faster and faster, and the smile on the Joker's face grows stronger and stronger at the moment when he hears the roar of this deepening shadow, as a person who is very experienced in manipulating people's hearts, he knows, he can feel that the stupid principles that Batman adheres to are breaking through.

In the dim light, in the black paint, the light in his eyes became more and more abundant, like a lit flame, burning more and more, which meant that what he was seeking was already within reach.

"Come on, hit me 2 me!break it, you don't need it!"

The Joker's muttering continued, and he spread his arms as if he was going to attack him, and with the speed of the batbike and the accumulated kinetic energy, if he really hit it, the Joker would die in an instant if he had ten lives.

But life... What's the point of this thing if it's not for the pursuit of what you want?

Do you really want to live a mediocre life like an ordinary person?

Life, it's the stake of the game, it's a consumable, whether it's his, or someone else's, it's the same.

That's true fairness, isn't it?

"Ahh

Bruce, who swayed between dangerous thoughts, let out a roar, as if to motivate himself to break through the restraints he had shot, and the distance between the two was less than 50 meters, almost in the blink of an eye, and the clown's voice began to roar at this moment,

"Hit me, 4! Break it!"

"I... Can't!"

"Boom"

At the last moment, he finally jumped in the wrong direction, and at top speed, he almost brushed himself past the clown, and the sharp turn at this speed was like suicide, and even a high-performance locomotive like the batmobile could not stand this rapid deflection, the engine stalled, and he threw the car out of the clown's side and stirred it twice on the ground.

The batmobile smashed into the wreckage of the truck, and Bruce was thrown out, and he fell to the ground, seemingly unconscious.

"Cut, is that all?"

The clown took his life, but he had no joy at all, and he grabbed his hair in frustration, like a bad filial piety who lost his temper.

"Ahhhh

He turned around and looked at Batman on the ground, he tilted his head, as if he was interested again, he stood there and thought about it, then whistled happily, put his hand in his pocket, took out a black switchblade, hummed a strange song, shook his hand, and walked towards Batman with some cheerful pace.

"You can't always learn, haha thinks you can't be destroyed, ha!"

He licked his bright red lips, he looked at the black bat that had lost its resistance, his eyes squeezed, and a clown gang villain who had crawled out of the truck reached out to remove Batman's face armor, but just as his fingers touched the junction between the face armor and the battle armor, a beating blue electric cunning flew his whole body.

The clown screamed wildly, rushed over and kicked the guy down, and he put his knife on the guy's neck, and said very seriously,

"He's mine!"

Looking at the eyes full of some kind of excitement, the clown guy trembled and replied frantically,

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The Joker patted him in the face with satisfaction, mimicking the way he was electrocuted, making a grimace that didn't look good, and then he half-knelt beside the unconscious Batman, and he gestured at his neck with a knife, and there was a mixture of disgruntled surprise in his eyes.

It's like the ambivalence of receiving a courier only to find that the merchant has sent the wrong thing, and he seems to be hesitant to shout this armor, because once it is shouted, it means that the game is over.

But he hasn't had enough of it...

This hesitation did not last long.

"Click"

Two guns were pointed at his head from two directions, the clown turned his head, and behind him, two heavily armed policemen with hoods and helmets.

They took off their masks, revealing their hidden faces, the ones who should have died and should have lived.

Jim Gordon, John Blake, they pointed guns at the Joker's head and forced him to get up from the ground, and the Clown, with a hint of anger, a hint of unhappiness, and a hint of relaxation, threw the knife in his hand obediently, stood up, and kept complaining as Robin put the handcuffs on his arm,

"Hell... Why are you always like this, always showing up when I'm having the most fun!"

When he was put into the prison car, the clown sat there, and before the car door closed, he said "sincerely" to Gordon, who was looking at him,

"You've learned the rules of the game, haven't you?"

"My dear Gordon, I'm so happy... You're welcome to join the game again. ”

Gordon ignored him, shook his hand and closed the car door, turned around, and looked at Sheriff Smith, the two middle-aged men hugged each other and patted each other on the back,

"That's great, Gordon... It's good that you're not dead. ”

"I'm sorry, Smith, but the situation at the police department... I have to avoid it, I really don't know who I should trust except you and Robin. ”

Robin stood in the darkness, and in front of him, a man with a ghostly face with his left arm on his chin, took a deep breath, looked at Cyber, and whispered,

"I got it. ”

"Huh?"

Cyber looked at Robin, and to be honest, he was a little surprised to see Gordon and Robin take off their masks, but he was more curious about what Robin wanted to say to him.

He took off the ghost face in the darkness and looked at Robin, the two of them looked at each other, Robin's gaze did not dodge this time, he whispered,

"I went to see my dad in New York, and I was reprimanded by him, and I went to see Catherine, and she had friends in that school, and I talked to Mr. Charles, and then I went to Central City to see Kevin and Sergey, and after receiving secret messages from the director, I sneaked back to Gotham, and I went to the cemetery, and those people, although I didn't like them very much, my profession, my ideals, told me that I shouldn't get too close to them. ”

The young man looked into the darkness around him, and he took a deep breath,

"I used to do that, but Mr. Charles told me that I shouldn't ignore the people around me for the sake of ideals, and along the way, I was thinking about this, thinking about you, Kevin, Catherine and the others, what they meant to me, I used to be with my dad, Mr. Gordon was my life coach, and for a while, I was not disgusted with you, and I would even reject Catherine... I feel like you guys broke my life, Kevin and their joining, made a mess of my life, my ideals. ”

Cyber yawned, and said impatiently,

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Although it was very polite, in the darkness, Cyber's eyes softened.

"I want to say... Ideals and family are not in conflict, I want Gotham to be peaceful, but I also have to protect my family, because you do the same, I'm sorry, I was wrong, Cyber, my brother. ”

Robin pointed to the prisoner cart that was slowly starting over there, "Just like you told me, only by jumping out of that circle can you do what you want without being affected, and only by becoming a ghost can you seize some fleeting opportunities, I use practical actions to atone for my sins, I help Kevin and them take revenge, in my own way." ”

"Well, welcome back. ”

Cyber put on the ghost mask again, and his voice became urn-like, "My brother. ”

A moment later, the black tomahawk restarted, and Cyber turned around,

"But Robin, Heart, this may not be over yet. ”

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