Chapter 2493

Bang!

The door was opened. Bruce, who returned home, saw Gordon, who was turning the wheelchair with his only movable arm, come to the kitchen and pick up a knife. Bruce, who came out of the bathroom, stared at him in the dark.

"Regarding your parents, I am very sorry." Gordon's eyes regained their luster, appearing very bright in the dark, he said: "But I tried my best."

"No, uncle, that was just angry words. You are not a burden, and you can't..."

"No, I just don't want to indulge you anymore." Gordon said: "I suddenly figured out one thing—right is right, wrong is wrong."

"My guilt toward you doesn't mean you didn't do anything wrong. The indulgence derived from this guilt will make you even more unable to distinguish right from wrong. This is also my only mistake."

Gordon looked at Bruce and said: "I didn't find the killer who killed your parents. If the law determines that I am wrong, it will convict me. You don't need to sanction me."

"I didn't save my friends, making their children displaced and having nothing, and I didn't clear their names. If I determine that I am wrong, I will convict myself. You don't need to punish me."

"You have no position to do everything you are doing now." Gordon stared at Bruce's eyes and said: "And the only way to correct this mistake is to stop it, not let you go wrong again and again."

Bruce walked forward, but Gordon had already put the knife on his neck. He looked at Bruce with full nostalgia and said: "That's it, little Bruce. Police Chief Guine has collected enough criminal evidence. After both of us die, all this will be announced by the informant, and you also have the trial you should face."

"No!!!!!"

Jason hugged Batman who was shot and fell down, seeing Joker approaching step by step, but he had no fear, only endless anger that stunned his head.

Just when he was about to raise his hand, a hand grabbed his wrist. Batman's eyes stared at him tightly. Jason couldn't help but get lost in that kind of gaze.

And Peter, who was untied, looked up at the figure flying in the sky. He slowly stood up. The surrounding world began to rotate beside him. The crowd and streets were like birds in a storm. At this moment, only he himself was clear.

Why sacrifice the safety of one group of people to exchange for another? Why does ensuring the safety of one group of people have to change the fate of another?

Because he is not strong enough yet.

If he immediately went to exercise his self-control after gaining spider superpowers, he wouldn't have to be forced to escape when facing Thompson, leading to Jason standing up for him and breaking the toy, causing financial loss, but could moderately teach them a lesson, so they wouldn't do bad things anymore.

If he learned from the pain after the toy bear was broken, honed his skills, and practiced how to deal with criminals, he wouldn't have caused traffic jams in the process of chasing the Talon killer, leading to accidents that changed other people's fates.

If after learning about that Bruce's encounter, he didn't hesitate and was confused, but realized that all this was just because he wasn't strong enough, and turned to continue honing his superhero skills, doing his best in twenty years to build himself into a perfect machine of justice, then no one would have died in today's disaster.

Even if there were, then give himself another ten years, perhaps there wouldn't be.

The process of honing and surpassing himself, in addition to executing justice perfectly, would naturally become a more powerful driving force when there were loopholes in things. Even if he didn't become a perfect superhero until the end, every bit of effort made over these decades would eventually converge into a river called a clear conscience.

Clark flew over the crowd, and the birds in the storm suddenly became quiet. Spider-Man slowly raised an arm.

With a swoosh, the moment the web shooter appeared, a web wrapped around Clark's arm. He pulled upward suddenly, turned and rose into the sky suddenly.

The spider suit appeared on Spider-Man again. He grabbed the web with both hands and swung over the top of the panicked crowd. Clark threw the web forward, Spider-Man rolled and landed, and slowly stood up after kneeling on one knee.

The red and blue figure appeared in the reflection of the sunglasses. The thug leader took off his mask, and when he turned his head, two figures appeared at both ends of the sunglasses lens respectively.

Bruce, wearing a hoodie with a smiley face pattern, and Joker, wearing a truck driver's work clothes, stood face to face.

"Long time no see, Jack." Bruce called out the name of the Joker opposite. Jack shook the bomb launch button in his hand, looked at Bruce and said: "You ran so far, just to play these role-playing games here?"

"Yes, you are right, just a game, why be so serious?" Bruce smiled and said: "Who invited you here?"

"I will of course always be Batman's loyal audience." Jack said: "Whether you are dreaming or not."

"What on earth is going on?" Jason looked at them both and said: "What on earth are you playing?!"

With the help of Poison Ivy, the Robins who came to the dream world and the Batman and Batwoman who came here before all rushed here. They were all very cautious and kept a distance from them both, just standing around observing them.

"I am very sorry." Bruce shrugged and said: "It's just that I need a dramatic play that is wonderful enough to be the material for my doctoral application."

"Dramatic play?!" Jason gritted his teeth and looked at him.

"Very wonderful, isn't it?" Bruce turned his head to look at everyone, his eyes swept over everyone's face, he said: "The confused young hero chooses to retreat under the confusion about the future, returns to the life of an ordinary person, but stands up when facing a major disaster many years later. Their heroic heart has not yet been extinguished, but because of wasting years, they no longer have the ability to save the masses, and can only watch their family members being harmed."

"A true hero who lost all his abilities and even became incomparably weak, never forgets his original intention for decades, and even relies on an unimaginably amazing willpower to completely break through the limitations of his natural enemies, and finally saved the world."

"A righteous police chief who indulged his old friend's son to carry out a long revenge because of a heart of guilt finally realized his mistake, overcame his guilt, and chose to let the nephew he sympathized with and cared for face the trial of the law."

"They influence each other, redeem each other, finally saved this city, and rebuilt new justice on the ruins left by the disaster."

Jack applauded, Bruce raised his head proudly, but soon he put his gaze on Jack's face.

"Then there is only one problem now, my dear Mr. Disaster, where did you come from? You are not a disaster I designed, which made this play fail to have a perfect ending, and I also had to stand up in advance to explain to everyone."

Bruce appeared very dissatisfied, but Jack smiled and said: "I said, I will always be Batman's loyal audience. Such a wonderful dramatic performance, how can I not participate?"

Bruce just wanted to speak, but Jack suddenly pulled his face down, stared at Bruce and said: "You think I would say that? What on earth is the necessity for this rotten movie of yours to have a perfect ending?! Is popcorn delicious enough to be the reason for you to show the audience a pile of shit?!"

Bruce was obviously stunned. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Joker. Jack wrinkled the muscles around his nose and said: "Rather say that this ending of mine sprinkled some rainbow sugar needles on this pile of shit of yours. Although shit is still shit, at least the selling appearance looks better."

"You evaluate my dramatic play like this?!"

"If this thing is really worthy of being called a dramatic play." Jack snorted coldly and said: "I finally know why you haven't been admitted to a doctorate for three years. Three years after three years, you are preparing to take your application materials to the grave!"

Bruce's face had become very ugly. He stared at Joker tightly and said: "Whether my application passed or not is not up to you."

"Oh, yes, that professor, how could I forget." Jack grinned and said: "Before you prepare to put this pile of shit on his desk, you'd better put on your gear to prevent him from beating you out of shit."

Bruce really put it on.

Jack rolled his eyes, crossed his arms and turned around and said: "I don't want to hear it at all. He has to evaluate a pile of shit as a flower, but who let him let me have a big explosion addiction here, come with me."

"So all this is just a game to you?!" Jason turned his head and looked at Bruce who passed by him. Although he was wearing a bat suit now, he didn't look like Batman at all.

He glared at Bruce fiercely, but Bruce turned his head lightly and said: "Why not? Why be so serious?"

Jason grabbed his shoulder, swung a punch toward his head, Bruce dodged backward, pulled Jason's hand away and threw him aside, saying: "You think I would be a good doctor? Patiently mediating the contradictions between you? Stop joking, except for yourselves, no one cares about the little broken things between you."

Jason's face became very stiff, but he had to go to treat Batman now. He stared coldly at Bruce who walked away, and finally hugged Batman again.

Spider-Man landed in front of the thug leader and looked at him unkindly. But just after the figures of Joker and Bruce disappeared into a portal one after another, the thug leader took off his sunglasses.

Spider-Man opened his eyes wide suddenly, because he saw a familiar face. That was the hook nose he had seen in the photos of "Cat Getan Travelogue" that he was most familiar with.

Bruce followed Joker through the portal. They came to a hospital. Bruce looked left and right and said with some confusion: "Arkham Asylum? Which universe?"

"Of course it's that pair of star-crossed father and son." Jack said. Bruce knew he was referring to Arkham Batman and Arkham Knight Jason.

The thick fog outside the window had not yet dissipated. Bruce followed Jack all the way to a room at the end of the office building.

Opening the door, there was no one inside, but an office desk full of files and materials, a felt board with photos pinned, and a wall covered with storyboard drawings.

Walking through this room, Bruce found that the storyboard drawings on the wall were similar to those in the dream world, but different, and many of them appeared familiar people.

The shop owner of the gift shop where he worked, the first victim of the Talon killer, the little girl, the thug leader who took the lead in making trouble...

The posture they were frozen in the photos made Bruce feel familiar. Countless fragments flashed in his mind.

His footsteps paused, and suddenly he understood something.

Jack stood in front of him and looked back at him, smiling and saying: "Don't be impatient, we'll be there soon."

The malicious luster flashing in his pupils was exactly the same as those people looking at the camera in the photos.

The last door was pushed open.

Clayface, Dollmaker, Professor Pyg, Mr. Freeze, Harley Quinn, Scarecrow, Two-Face, Riddler...

Surrounded by a group of madmen, sitting in the center of the room was Schiller Rodriguez.

When the dim sunlight shone in, he was like a black bird standing on thorns, his gray pupils reflecting the whole world.

Bruce walked in, Schiller stood up from the chair, the sun swallowed the solar eclipse, and the black bird spread its wings.

The madmen looked at Bruce at the same time, Schiller smiled and opened his arms.

"Welcome to Cat Getan... The Batman Who Laughs."