Batman's arm began to tremble a little, and layers of apparitions appeared in front of his eyes, and those blue lights formed a blizzard in front of him that sent chills all over his body.

At this moment, a soft sound of "click" sounded in his ears, but it was like a heavy blow, and it hit Batman's heart hard.

The door to the monitoring room opened.

Batman stood still, his body was very stiff, his whole leg muscles were exerting force, his limbs tried to control him to turn, but another voice in his head told him not to do it.

Because. Another bad premonition was constantly swirling in his mind, and he knew it. It's all a plot arranged by the Joker, and if he gets out of this door now, he'll fall into his trap.

For some reason, this time, Batman is not sure of winning, because he sees another Joker on the surveillance screen, with Schiller's face.

Batman recalls the dark years when he first debuted, and the most impressive part of this time was not the Gotham alleys full of criminals, but Schiller's office.

"The Exotic Reclamation of Vegetable Skeletons"

Did the clown become Schiller, or did Schiller become the clown?

Batman didn't know, but he hoped it was the former, and he hoped it was just a trick that the Joker had come up with, not that Schiller had actually turned into the Joker.

Because if that were the case, he couldn't imagine what kind of torture he would face after leaving this gate.

Batman took a deep breath, and finally, turned around and strode out of the room, glancing at the bat doll that had fallen to the ground before leaving.

In the ballroom, the once richly decorated tables and chairs were scattered aside, the ornate tablecloths were torn to the floor, the silver candlesticks shattered by the impact, and there was no longer any light except for the glimmer of light from the blizzard.

Clark lay in a mess, surrounded by the shattered wreckage, blood running down his forehead, through his brow, and straight to the ground.

At this time, Schiller the Clown came over, he crouched down, looked at Clark's face, and said:

"You know what? The man who wanted to crucify Jesus was called Judas. ”

"A book was written to record the misdeeds of Judas's class, and they made the teachings of this book the Bible."

"But to this day, when people are confronted with a benevolent, kind, just, and forgiving Son of God, everyone is Judas."

"Clark, do you know why?"

The Schiller with clown makeup was different from the other clown, his voice was not so sharp, but low, and even revealed a tenderness:

However, what he said was cruelly destroying the last vestiges of Clark's faith, making it impossible for him to use prayer to relieve his pain.

"People only pray for God to come down when they need Him, and if they don't need Him, they will crucify God, like Jesus, and like you."

"No matter how perfect you are, they will find a reason to kill you, and when they don't need God, your perfection will be a proof of your sin."

Clark closed his eyes in pain, his Adam's apple kept shaking up and down, as if he was swallowing saliva, even the muscles on the side of his neck kept shaking, he tilted his head to the other side, as if trying to avoid Schiller's voice, but the devil's whispers were pervasive.

"No......," Clark wanted to deny, but said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't save anyone so that they will be grateful to me, I just want to save people......"

"Even if you save someone, they actually want to kill you?"

Clark's jaw trembled, and the clown Schiller tilted his head, looked into Clark's eyes and said, "What were you thinking about when you were seriously thinking about this?" ”

Clark closed his eyes again, his eyelashes quivering, his lips pursed tightly, as if he didn't want to say the answer.

"You realize you're not that great, are you?"

"When I asked that question, you realized that you couldn't completely forgive them."

"You are not great enough to give your life to save a group of people who want to kill you."

"Why do you feel guilty about this thought?"

Schiller the Clown kept staring at Clark's face, and he asked in a very curious tone, "Do you really think of yourself as a god?" ”

"Do you really think about it because of your kindness and justice, or does it make you feel happy to play the role of a savior?"

Clark's chest rose and fell faster and faster, and an emotion brewed in his chest, but Schiller the Clown continued:

"When they want to kill you, the most intense emotion you feel is the sadness and loss of being betrayed, or is it ......"

"For these lowly creatures weaker than you, unsurprisingly stupid, and ...... Want to laugh? ”

"That's enough." Another cold voice came, and a dark figure walked into the banquet hall, and when he entered, there was still a chill from the wind and snow outside the house.

Another voice came from the long silence of the hall, causing many onlookers to come out of the room, and one shouted:

"Hey, that weird clown! Why don't you do it yet?! ”

"Hurry up, kill him! Otherwise, he'll have to lift this house up later, and we'll be thrown to death!" ”

"yes, what if that monster goes berserk? You are irresponsible for the safety of our lives, why don't you kill him quickly?! ”

Because of the last impact, everyone has some injuries on their bodies, and most of these upper-class people are not from the bottom, but have been cultivated from a young age, and the pain has made their emotions more and more extreme, and everyone is screaming for the clown to kill Clark quickly.

"Do you feel it?" Jack looked at Batman with a smile and said, "They're scared, and now they're terrified, but it's not because of you." ”

"They're scared of this guy named Clark Kent, and guess why? Because he hurt them, they felt the pain, and they felt fear for the greater pain that might follow. ”

"Batman, maybe you didn't think that one day, the person who can bring the greatest fear to everyone is not you."

"It's easy if you want to reclaim that name, what they fear more than pain, you know better than me."

Jack opened his arms again, spun around to the center of the patio, looked up at the group, pointed at them, and said to Batman:

"They're just a bunch of ungrateful villains, and even if you kill them, you're just doing justice!"

"Think about it!" The clown let out a series of snickerers, saying, "How humorous it is that the actors in the show defeated the terrible monster according to the script, but in the end they were killed by the audience who rushed on stage." ”

Instead of looking at Jack the Joker, Batman turned his head to Schiller the Joker, and he said in a very affirmative tone, "It's in a dream, right?" ”

"Why do you think so?" Schiller the Clown didn't look back, still staring at Clark, as if curious about his reaction.

But Batman suddenly became nervous, because Schiller's tone felt very familiar to him, as he did every time he came to Schiller's office and took Schiller's question.

"The timeline doesn't match, but beyond that, there are more spooky details, and most importantly, you're not a clown......"

"Why do you think I'm not?"

"Professor Schiller is not a clown."

Schiller the Joker finally stood up from in front of Clark, he came to the opposite side of Batman, looked at him and said:

"If this is a dream, what are you going to do? Do you think you can break free? ”

"What you don't know is that I've been able to control that power within me since the last time I fell asleep." Batman narrowed his eyes and said that he was referring to the Kuroshio that had erupted from his dreams.

"That's enough to crush this dream."

As his words fell, the ground began to tremble slightly, and then, trembling faster and faster, the entire mayor's mansion began to shake, and everyone turned their heads to look out the window at the place where the "rumbling" wave came from.

At the end of the horizon, a black line suddenly appeared, and in an instant, it came to the eyes, it was an endless black wave, like a gluttonous mouth that devoured everything.

The highest peak was already far higher than the top of the spire of the mayor's manor, and in front of this black beast, the originally magnificent manor was as small as a grain of sand on the beach.

At the moment when the wave crashed, the glass of the window shattered, and the black tide hit the two people farthest from the patio like a blast cannon.

They didn't even have a chance to scream, and when they were hit by the pressure of the water cannon, they turned into a flurry of minced meat, and their limbs erupted along with blood, hitting the railing of the patio and landing in the banquet hall.

In an instant, the Kuroshio stagnated, and Batman's expression froze.

Because it's all too real.

Blood fell on Batman's mask, the heavy smell of blood rushed into his nose, and fine muscle lines could even be seen between the broken limbs, and fat, internal organs, and brains were clearly visible.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the ballroom, and the clown Schiller almost bent over with laughter.

Soon, he slowly straightened up, looked at Batman and said, "Have you forgotten?" I'm a psychology professor. ”

"Why haven't you thought about it, this could be a trap I laid down?"

"Deliberately not doing the wrong thing at the right time, making all kinds of weird details, arranging unreasonable plots, making you think it's all in a dream......"

"But what if, I tell you, it's not a dream?"

Batman's hands began to tremble, the smell of blood surrounded him, and the screams of fear from those who had witnessed the death of their companions erupted, screaming, wailing, crying, everything seemed so real.

“…… No way. Batman was still sane for the last time, but his voice was already shaking: "I don't have that power in reality. ”

"Really? And what about the battle that broke out in the sky above the living hell that day? ”

But at this time, the clown Schiller suddenly said:

"You're right, it's a dream."

This answer is like the closing announcement of the show, but there is some comedy, and after the curtain has fallen, it has just begun, and the subdued tone of the clown Schiller echoes in the banquet hall:

"Batman, you call yourself a hero who presides over justice, walks in the dark night of Gotham, and thinks of yourself as the god of Gotham."

"But when you're fighting crime, when you're using your advanced equipment, you're breaking the bones of criminals with screams and listening to their wailing......"

"Is the motivation for your actions really coming from your kindness and justice, or does it make you feel happy to play the role of a destroyer with the power of life and death?"

The clown Schiller wiped the blood from his face with his hand, he was not like another clown who always had a playful smile on his face, he was more like a philosopher.

"Answer me, Batman."

"Just now, at the moment when I told you that it might not be a dream......"

"Look at them......" said Schiller the Clown, pointing to the broken limbs on the ground, "Look at these weak and lowly creatures, these ungrateful Judas who sent their benefactors to the gallows......"

"Look at these villains who have made you witness all this, and you feel immensely disappointed in humanity......"

"Look at them when they get the punishment they deserve because of your great divine powers......"

"When you learn that the price they have to pay is not just to wake up from a nightmare, but to be killed, dismembered, crushed to pieces, and die in great pain—"

"Did you ever feel like laughing for a moment?"