Like a purple feather, the Fallen Knight flew sideways across the deck and fell through a glass window into the cabin.

Roy kicked on the steel door leading to the cabin, and the door buzzed open with a huge bang, leaving a deep footprint.

The Fallen Knight stood up on a seat, half shattered of the golden iron surface, and blood streaming from her mouth. She had just taken a powerful punch from Roy, and the force rushed into her through her armor, seemingly breaking one of her ribs.

She looked in amazement at the Winged Knight who stepped in through the main entrance, his back to the ship's lamp like a dark Terminator.

"How did you ......?" She couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice.

Roy said, "This is also thanks to you." The last time I fought you, I learned a little trick, and I went back and explored it a little more. ”

He looked at his hands, clenched them into fists, and said, "I've finally learned how to harness power." Strength is a weapon, and all I need to learn is to turn my sharp head at the other side instead of myself. ”

The Fallen Knight gritted his teeth, rushed forward, and struck again.

She wasn't good at strength on her own, and now that the serious injuries were seriously slowing down her speed, this punch was a bit unsightly. Roy opened his palm and wrapped his small fist around her, and flew up and swept her through the abdomen, sweeping her back away.

"The first time, I can't beat you. But I'm always learning and improving. Roy said, "And you're the same, so now you can't win me." ”

"But it's too late, my men will kill all the criminals......"

"Do you really think you're going to do that?" Roy asked, "Do you think the cure for criminals is to have a bunch of armed lunatics go out on the streets?" ”

"The root cause of Gotham's unhealed is you!" Karis sat on the ground, clutching his stomach and shouting, "It's because you're so merciful that you never want to kill people that you're letting madmen and outlaws come after you. What I offer is a one-and-done solution! When the cherry tree area is bulldozed, my troops will march on Arkham! They'll wipe out all the madmen in Arkham, and then there's the Black Gate! From now on, there will be no need for prisons, no need for any mental hospitals, and that will be the time when Gotham will be truly reborn! ”

Roy stared at her coldly for a long time before he slowly spoke: "You think you learned all kinds of tricks and criminal psychology with murderers and sadists in Arkham Asylum, but that's not all. You're already crazy, too. ”

"Nope! I'm more sober than all of you! Karis roared, "I did what you should have done but didn't have the courage to do!" ”

Roy shook his head: "Crime is a reflection of the dark side of the human heart, just as darkness cannot be eliminated, and crime cannot be eradicated. This is not a problem that bullets can solve. Today, you have killed all the criminals, and tomorrow there will be a large number of new ones, and if you are really as smart as you have always believed, you should understand this simple and simple truth. ”

After a pause, he whispered, "So the only reason you can explain why you're doing this is that you don't want to believe it." You want to believe that the problem of crime can be eradicated, you fantasize that you can change the foundation of the city by doing something about it, so you force yourself to believe in this unrealistic imagination and put it into action. But in fact, this is just a consolation for your selfishness, and many innocent people are dying because of your selfishness, which makes you indistinguishable from the criminals who are locked up in Arkham. Or in other words, in fact......"

He looked at Karis, who had lowered his head, his drooping blonde hair obscuring her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

"You've become one of the madmen."

The fighting outside had finally stopped, and there was no doubt that Karis's men had lost again. Desolation and Purification were tied to her wings, and the broken bones were injected with a large amount of anesthetic and handcuffed to the deck railing. Batgirl walked into the cabin, glanced at the Winged Knight, and came to Karis.

She pulled a picture from her universal belt and handed it to Karis. Above is a picture of a family picnic with a sunny grove in the background, with a father and mother with two children, a boy and a girl, each with a happy smile on their faces.

Karis took the photo, blood and tears falling on it.

"It's your family, I hacked into your server, got into your database, and found this." Batgirl whispered, "Think about it, what would they think if they saw you now?" ”

Karis put down the photo and covered his face with one hand: "I...... I didn't really know what to do. Since that day, since I watched them bleed in front of me, I didn't know what to do......"

Batgirl patted her on the back and said, "Now, what you should do is cancel tonight's operation, you can save more lives, it's still too late." ”

Karis nodded, took the walkie-talkie, and informed all units that the operation was canceled.

"I'm going to jail now, right?"

Batgirl gave her a hug: "Yes, but you found yourself." In my opinion, there is nothing more important than that. ”

She helped Karis to her feet, and walked out of the cabin.

"Wait a minute, I have one more question." Roy said to Karis, "Who is the man behind helping you?" ”

Karis shook his head, "I don't know. Two months ago, he wrote me a letter telling me that he knew what I was thinking, that he gave me a strategy, that he gave me a strategy, that he guided me to think of such crazy ideas, and that it was deeply rooted in my mind......"

"Later, he would call me and give me some instructions, but his voice was always voice-changing," she recalls. I knew almost nothing about him, except that he could solve any obstacle that I thought I couldn't cross, as if he could do anything. I don't know his name, but I know the code name, and I know what his men call him. ”

"What is it?" Roy asked.

"It seems to be ......," Karis thought for a moment, and said those two words.

"'Bishop.'"

Sebastian was in his mansion and finally finished the painting before the end of the night.

The city is surrounded by flames, the streets are filled with the smell of blood and death, and mercenaries are everywhere, armed with submachine guns, slaughtering everyone in the neighborhood.

The title of this work is "The Beginning".