Night is a word closely associated with darkness, many times, when we mention night, we can't help but think of darkness, mention darkness, and the next word that appears is night.

Stories often begin at night.

"Click"

High in the air, the hatch of the small plane was opened, and the icy night wind poured into the cabin frantically, and even the pilot wearing a cold suit felt a chill to the bone, but as the most elite mercenary, he had long learned not to make any comments on the behavior of his employer.

At the bone-chilling hatch, a man in a flying squirrel suit unbuckled his seat belt from his seat and stood up, poking his head out and glancing at the night below, frowning at the sight that the familiar city was no longer as splendid as it had been, and even a little faint agitation and flames.

A chill flashed in his eyes, and those eyes belonged to only one person... Bruce Wayne, or rather, Batman.

"Huh"

The dark figure leaped down from the small plane, skillfully clasped his arms to his side in the air, and let his body run like a sharp arrow towards the city below, in this cold night that was enough to freeze anyone, his eyes stared at the outline of the light in the darkness below, it was his city, it was... Gotham.

What he wants to protect is not the city itself, what he wants to promote, nor his actions itself, but no matter what angle he starts, he will not allow a group of outsiders to trample on the city like this, not only trampling on the outside, but also tearing the soul with its core.

Can't be... Forgive!

And in the city below, the frenzied thugs didn't know that a guy had come down from the sky to beat them, they were still having fun, the streets were full of rich people who had been dragged out of their homes, their wallets were forcibly taken, and the thugs didn't even leave them a coat, they took over their homes, took out their collections, smashed them, and squandered them.

Some of the worst of the worst have their families in sight, many of whom have been horrendous in their lives by the usual kind of wives, many of whom have chosen to end their lives in pain, and those who dare to resist have been dragged to death by these irritated red-eyed thugs on the streets.

In the name of freedom, they do the most brutal things, and the scum of these cities call themselves "righteous people", brutally stealing everything that others have worked hard, just like human demons walking in the world, carnival of flesh and blood, innocents can not resist this increasingly strong turbidity, can only drag their families to walk in the dark, watching their homes be occupied by a group of bastards.

Without the shackles of the law, without the coercive punishment, the darkness of human nature is exposed at this moment, when the perpetrator will not be punished, but will be called a hero, it represents the arrival of the most terrible dark age, those speculators who have been standing on the moral criterion and swaying from side to side, are the first to join them, and then they attract those irritable citizens, so...

Although the chaos has just begun, before this dark dawn, most of the city is already in the craziest chaos ever, and even the chaos caused by the clown is not comparable to it.

The clown is just exposing the dark truth of society and leading everything to chaos, while the group of people in front of them is trying to overthrow the existing order that is unfavorable to them with violence and create a hell on earth where they can do whatever they want.

A guy who can't restrain his behavior, no matter what kind of society or environment he is in, can only be a time bomb that endangers himself and threatens others.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Two thugs armed with baseball bats stopped in front of a few poor people who had escaped from the alley, and the blood stained with the baseball bats in their hands was so shocking under the pale streetlights that the young woman in her pajamas, whose face was full of panic, but still reached out in front of her three children.

"What do you want to do!"

The woman shouted, and the two thugs looked at each other, and both saw the burning lust and tyranny in each other's eyes, and they turned their heads to look at the big man who could only look up at him, and they let out a lewd laugh:

"Hey, hey, Prosecutor, two years ago, you sent the boss of our gang to prison, and he died there, and it is said that before he died, he shouted that we would seek revenge on you!"

A tall hippie greedily watched the grace on the woman's chest, his breathing became heavy, he took a step forward, grabbed the woman's arm, and dragged her into the darkness of the street, and amid the woman's frantic struggles and screams, his companion walked towards the three children with a baseball bat in his hand.

"Hah, little cubs, your mother is going to be punished, now it's your turn!"

This guy looked viciously at the eldest child in front of him who was protecting his younger siblings, and his eyes were already filled with jealous flames:

"You rich young masters, look at the clothes on your bodies, I have to sell the damn boss for 1 year of poison X to buy one, and you, you don't have to do anything, your parents buy it for you! This is so unfair! You damn rich people! You have a life that I have always wanted, why don't you give it to me!"

"Batman will punish you!"

The older teenager's eyes were full of horror, but even in the face of the evil that could not be resisted, he still did not give up on his younger siblings, he gritted his teeth, like a little beast, stared at the thug in front of him, he shouted:

"Batman will be back, the Red Devil will not let you go, he will drag you to hell!"

"Ah, you're not afraid of me, but where is your Batman? He's scared! He's gone! Fool!"

The expression on the thug's face was distorted, he waved the stick in his hand, and he shouted frantically, "Someone is protecting us now, too! Bane will pinch your Batman to death, and your Red Devil! But until then, die! Little bitch! and the damn thing behind you..."

"Bang"

As soon as the rampant words fell, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground made the thug stop his movements abruptly, and he turned his head to look at the darkness behind him, where his companion who was tearing the woman's clothes struggled to grasp something in his chest, but like a popped balloon, he could only fall to his knees weakly.

"Yes"

He swallowed hard, and he shouted, "It's not him! It's not Batman! No! Batman won't kill!"

He turned around, and saw a man in a black suit and a bat helmet in front of those children, Batman looked coldly at the scum of the city in front of him, and his eyes shone with indifference:

"yes, that's not me!"

"Bang"

With a punch, the gangster's body was smashed into the air, and he struggled when he landed on the ground, but the twisted left leg and arm represented his fate.

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Another voice sounded in the darkness behind Batman, and Oliver, who was holding the battle exploits in his hand, looked at Batman's back, he leaned down, shoved a dagger into the hand of the older child next to him, and whispered:

"Lo and behold, their souls are as ugly as their appearances, and you need weapons to protect your loved ones..."

These words seemed to be said to children, but when they fell on Batman's ears, it seemed to be said to him, but unfortunately, his will was as strong as steel, and he couldn't shake it just by words.

"Because I don't want to become a perpetrator, it's easy to kill people, it's easy to save people, but save yourself... It's hard, and the best thing to do is not to immerse yourself in it in the first place. ”

He turned his head to look at Oliver, who had disappeared into the darkness, and he shouted:

"Where's Cyber? He promised me that I would protect the city... Look what has become of this place since I left!!"

"Whoosh"

A shadow arrow grazed Batman's cheek and stabbed into the chest of the thug struggling behind him, along with Oliver's indifferent voice:

"Cyber has its own troubles... So the trouble of the city, it's yours ... By the way, there are a lot of Trialists in this city, Batman, watch out for them, those guys won't show mercy like I do. ”

After confirming that Oliver was gone, Bruce turned around and wiped the excited child's head, reached out and fired a flying claw gun, and the whole person disappeared into the darkness, he stood on top of the tall building, looking at the high-rise building that had already burned, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"Uh... It's really, really, a mess. ”

On the other side, in some mysterious corner of Gotham, in the cage, a strange voice sounded very rhythmically:

"Wow, wow, wow"

It was like a stone hitting the ground, and if anyone was here, they would definitely go and see what was going on, but Bane took everyone with him, leaving only the outermost guards and some dark magic sculptures to defend the place, so no matter how strange the sound was, no one would come to observe it.

The clown sat leisurely in his chair, and there were still a few playing cards in front of him, as if there was some great secret in them, and in the chair in front of him, there was nothing left, but at this time there was an extra person... Accurately get to say, a soul.

It was very illusory, like a transparent body, and it was clear that this soul had suffered some kind of torture and pain, and was now very weak.

"I mean, are you going to stay silent forever?"

The clown tapped his finger on the table, and the soul on the other side was still staring blank, until the clown impatiently slapped him and woke up the confused soul.

"I, what's wrong with me?"

Gordon looked at his hands in disbelief, apparently, he had also discovered an anomaly in his soul.

The clown sitting across from him gave an evil grin:

"Hey, you're dead, idiot, do you know how hard it took me to drag you out of your dying hell? ”

"No, I mean... Why are you saving me?"

Gordon put his hands on the table, feeling this activity of the soul, he looked at the clown, and he muttered, "We are enemies!"

"I never said we were friends, man. ”

An interested smile flashed in the clown's eyes, and he wiped his mouth:

"I just don't think you deserve to be so funny, but you really didn't regret it when you decided to shoot Bane? You see, Bane will be furious because of your last-minute betrayal, you will lose your chance to resurrect your wife, and your children will even be threatened... Tell me, is it really worth it for you to do this for the sake of the illusory justice you seek?"

"It's not a question of whether it's worth it or not. ”

Gordon hated the clown to the core, but after he was actually dead, he felt a little bored with this hatred, he waved his hand, and whispered:

"I just figured out the question, even if I sacrificed Gotham, resurrected Barbara, and took her to live in the dark, was that really what she wanted?

"It's not!"

Gordon lowered his head: "That's a kind of torture for me, for her, in this case, I have done something wrong, I have let these villains in, and I almost helped them destroy Gotham, I am already a sinner, I can only wash away my sins with death, but I know, it can't be washed away." ”

"No, no, no!"

The Joker stretched out his hands and waved them before Gordon's eyes, and he whispered:

"Don't do that, man... Listen to me, you see, death is not the end, it's just the beginning of another journey, I mean, since a new life has begun, you have to find a way to live, and if you want to live, you have to work, so... Are you willing to work for me?"

He looked at Gordon and stretched out his left hand, a sleeping woman's soul that had shrunk more than ten times and made Gordon extremely familiar, lying in the clown's palm.

Gordon stood up abruptly, and he looked incredulously at the clown in front of him, who shrugged:

"Don't look at me like that, Gordon, maybe you've heard the legend of Gotham's Hell King before, and I have to tell you, that's me, I control 70% of the necrons in this city... Yes, you have been deceived by Bane, poor Mr. Gordon, who is an empty glove white wolf from beginning to end, the soul of your wife... It's always been with me..."

"You see, I've given you a new option right now, and I'm planning a fun thing right now, including being locked up here, which is also part of the plan... A program requires a lot of devotees, so, would you like to work for me?"