Chapter 453: Dazzling Finale (Part 1)

Batman's arms started to tremble somewhat. Layer upon layer of phantoms appeared before his eyes. Those blue lights formed a blizzard in front of him that made his whole body feel cold.

Just then, a light "click" sounded in his ear, but it was like a heavy blow, hitting Batman's heart hard.

The surveillance room door opened.

Batman stood in place. His body was very stiff, and the muscles in his entire legs were exerting force. His limbs wanted to control him to turn around, but another voice in his mind told him not to do so.

Because. Another bad premonition was constantly circling in his mind. He knew. All this was a conspiracy arranged by the Joker, and if he walked out of this door now, he would just happen to fall into his trap.

For some reason, this time, Batman didn't have the certainty of winning, because the other Joker he saw in the surveillance screen had Schiller's face.

Batman recalled the dark years when he had just debuted. The place that impressed him most during this time wasn't the Cat Getan alley full of criminals, but Schiller's office.

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

Batman didn't know, but he hoped it was the former. He hoped this was just a trick played by the Joker, not that Schiller had really become the Joker.

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

Batman took a deep breath and finally turned around, walking out of the room with big strides. Before leaving, he glanced at the Batman doll thrown on the ground.

In the banquet hall, those tables and chairs that were once decorated gorgeously were scattered aside, the gorgeous tablecloths were pulled to the ground, and the silver candlesticks were broken due to the impact. Except for the faint light coming from the blizzard, there was no longer any light source here.

Clark lay in a mess like this, surrounded by these broken remains. Blood flowed down from his forehead, passed through his eyebrows and eyes, and fell straight to the ground.

At this time, Joker Schiller walked over. He squatted down, looked at Clark's face, and then said:

"Do you know? The person who wanted to nail Jesus to the cross was named Judas."

"People wrote a book to record Judas's bad deeds, and they regarded the principles in this book as the Bible."

"But until today, when people face a merciful, kind, righteous, and tolerant Son of God, everyone is Judas."

"Clark, do you know why this is?"

That Schiller with Joker makeup was different from the other Joker. His voice wasn't that sharp, but low, even revealing a kind of gentleness:

But what he said was cruelly destroying Clark's last bit of faith, making him unable to even relieve his pain by praying.

"People only pray for the arrival of God when they need God. If they don't need it, they will nail God to the cross, like Jesus, and like you."

"No matter how perfect you are, they will find reasons to kill you. When they don't need God, your perfection will also become your evidence of crime."

Clark closed his eyes in pain. His Adam's apple kept shaking up and down, as if he couldn't stop swallowing saliva, and even the muscles on the side of his neck kept trembling. He turned his head to the other side, seemingly wanting to avoid Schiller's voice, but the devil's whisper was pervasive.

"No..." Clark wanted to deny, his voice hoarse:

"I didn't save anyone because they would be grateful to me; I just wanted to save people..."

"Even if the people you saved actually want to kill you?"

Clark's jaw trembled. Joker Schiller tilted his head, looked into Clark's eyes, and said: "When you seriously think about this question, what are you thinking?"

Clark closed his eyes again. His eyelashes trembled, and his lips were tightly pursed, seemingly not wanting to say the answer.

"You found that you are actually not that great, right?"

"When I asked the question just now, you found that you actually have no way to completely forgive them."

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

"Why do you feel guilty about this kind of thought?"

Joker Schiller kept staring at Clark's face. He asked in a very curious tone: "Do you really regard yourself as a god?"

"Does this kind of thought of yours really come from your kindness and justice, or is it that playing the role of a savior from high above makes you feel happy?"

Clark's chest heaved faster and faster, and an emotion was brewing in his chest, but Joker Schiller continued to say:

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

"For these lowly, base creatures weaker than you, their predictable stupidity, and... want to laugh?"

"Enough." Another cold voice came. A pitch-black figure walked into the banquet hall. When he came in, there was still the chill from the wind and snow outside the house that hadn't dissipated.

Another voice came from the long-silent hall, attracting many bystanders to walk out of the rooms. Someone shouted loudly:

"Hey, that strange Joker! Why haven't you made a move yet?!"

"Hurry up and do it, kill him! Otherwise, he will lift this house up again in a while, and we will be smashed to death!"

"That's right, what if that monster goes crazy? You are irresponsible for our lives. Why don't you hurry up and kill him?!"

Because of the last impact, everyone was more or less carrying some injuries, and these upper-class people were mostly not from the bottom, but had been pampered since childhood. Pain made their emotions become more and more extreme. Everyone was screaming, letting the Joker hurry up and kill Clark.

"Do you feel it?" Jack laughed and looked at Batman, saying: "They are afraid. Now they feel incomparable fear, but it's not because of you."

"They are afraid of this guy named Clark Kent. You guess why this is? Because he hurt them, they feel pain, and for the greater pain that might come next, they feel fear."

"Batman, perhaps you didn't expect that one day, the person who could bring the greatest fear to everyone wouldn't be you."

"If you want to take back this title, it's also very simple. Compared to pain, what they are more afraid of, you know better than me."

Jack opened his arms again, rotated to the center of the skylight, looked up at the group of people, pointed at them with his finger, and said to Batman:

"They are just a bunch of ungrateful villains. Even if you kill them, it's just upholding justice!"

"Hurry up and think about it!" The Joker let out a series of snickers and said: "In the performance, the actors defeated the terrible monster according to the script, but in the end, they were killed by the audience who rushed onto the stage. How humorous."

Batman didn't look at the Joker Jack, but turned his head and looked at Joker Schiller. He said in a very certain tone: "This is in a dream, right?"

"Why do you think so?" Joker Schiller didn't look back, still staring at Clark, seemingly curious about his reaction.

But Batman felt nervous, because Schiller's tone made him feel very familiar, just like every time he came to Schiller's office and accepted Schiller's questioning.

"The timeline doesn't match, besides that, there are more weird details. Most importantly, you are not the Joker..."

"Why do you think I am not?"

"Professor Schiller is not the Joker."

Joker Schiller 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 do you plan to do? Do you think you can break free?"

"What you don't know is, since the last time I entered the dream, I have been able to control the power within my heart." Batman narrowed his eyes and said, referring to the black tide that erupted from his dream at that time.

"That is enough to crush this dream."

When his words fell, the ground started to tremble slightly. Immediately after, it trembled faster and faster. The entire mayor's mansion started to shake. Everyone turned their heads to look outside the window, looking at the place where the "rumbling" wave sound came from.

At the end of the horizon, a black line suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of them. It was an endless black tide, like a gluttonous giant mouth swallowing everything.

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

At the moment the tide hit, the window glass shattered, and the black tide hit the two people furthest from the skylight like a high-pressure water cannon.

They didn't even have a chance to scream. When they were hit by the high-pressure water cannon, they turned into scattered flesh, limbs and blood erupted together, hit the railing of the skylight, and fell into the banquet hall.

Instantly, the black tide stagnated, and Batman's expression stiffened.

Because all this was too real.

Blood fell on Batman's mask, the thick smell of blood rushed into his nose, and between the broken limbs, one could even see the dense muscle texture. Fat, internal organs, and brains were all clearly visible.

Suddenly, a burst of intense laughter erupted in the banquet hall, and Joker Schiller almost bent over laughing.

Soon, he slowly straightened his body, looked at Batman, and said: "Don't you forget? I am a psychology professor."

"Why didn't you consider that this might be a trap I laid?"

"Deliberately not doing the wrong thing at the right time, making various weird details, arranging unreasonable plots, making you think all this is in a dream..."

"But if I tell you, this is not a dream?"

Batman's hands started to tremble. The thick smell of blood surrounded him. The fearful screams of those who witnessed the death of their companions erupted. Screams, wails, crying, everything seemed so real.

"... Impossible." Batman still maintained his last bit of reason, but his voice had already started to tremble: "I don't have such power in reality."

"Is that so? Then what about the battle that erupted over the Living Hell that day?"

But at this time, Joker Schiller suddenly said:

"Your speculation was correct. This is indeed a dream."

This answer was like the curtain call declaration of this performance, but some comedies only just began after the curtain fell. Joker Schiller's cadence echoed in the banquet hall:

"Batman, you claim to be a hero who upholds justice, walking in the dark night of Cat Getan, regarding yourself as the god of Cat Getan."

"However, when you strike at crime, when you use those advanced equipment of yours to beat criminals until they scream in pain and break their bones, listening to their wails..."

"Does the motivation for this behavior of yours really come from your kindness and justice, or is it that playing the role of a destroyer with the power of life and death makes you feel happy?"

Joker Schiller wiped the blood on his face with his hand. He didn't always have a playful smile on his face like the other Joker. He was more like a philosopher.

"Answer me, Batman."

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

"Look at them..." Joker Schiller stretched out his hand, pointed at the broken limbs on the ground, and said: "Look at this group of lowly, base creatures, this group of ungrateful Judases who sent their benefactor to the gallows..."

"Look at this group of villains who made you witness all this, making you feel incomparable disappointment in human nature..."

"Look at them, because of your great divine power, getting the punishment they deserve..."

"When you learned that the price they had to pay was not just waking up from a nightmare, but really being killed, dismembered, and crushed into fragments by you, dying incomparably painfully—"

"Did you have a moment where you wanted to laugh?" ===== CHAPTER 454 =====