Chapter 803: The Killing Joke (End)

"Batman, in these short two months, you have witnessed the darkest side of this city. No, perhaps not the darkest side. After all, you didn't bring little, at least more than an umbrella."

"Before you came here, you learned a set of martial arts, made countless inventions, exercised all year round, your body was incredibly healthy, your mind was very flexible, and you had no bad habits."

"You thought you were alone, experiencing life, but in fact, you possessed more than everyone here."

"You came to Cat Getan's slums with such conditions and witnessed how people here lived. Then, you discovered that you had been doing useless work for the past ten-plus years."

"As long as there is soil for evil, poisonous plants will definitely grow. No matter how many flowers you cut, you can't stop thousands of seeds from landing and taking root."

"You felt despair because of this, and as a loser, you used a bitter smile to comfort yourself, but in fact, you didn't really want to laugh; you were just clumsily imitating..."

Schiller stood in place and touched his ear, saying: "I didn't hear you wanting to laugh, so the smile you showed was very disgusting."

"But now, you can laugh from the heart, because I am a tolerant person, the most tolerant person in all of Cat Getan. Even if you fall in front of me now, I will never hurt you."

"On the contrary, I am very happy to send you back to Wei En Manor. That is where you should stay."

"There is everything you need there: food to fill your stomach, medicine to treat wounds, a bed for you to rest, safety, enjoyment, warmth. It's time you did so."

"You have already witnessed it, haven't you?" Schiller spread his hands and said: "You have already made yourself like this, and you have already experienced the hardships of the bottom-level people. Such material is enough for you to be moved for another ten years. Isn't that enough?"

"If I send you back, tonight, you can put on the Batman suit again, stand on the roof of Wei En Tower, and pity all living things with a deeper mood. This time, you didn't pay nothing. Such mental and physical exhaustion almost left you with permanent trauma. You paid too much for them..."

"You actually didn't need to do this at all. They are not worth it. Your kindness made you covered in wounds here, you stick to your bottom line, while they only use unscrupulous means."

"Then what prompted you to do this? It is your kindness, your great heart of justice, which makes you unwilling to do anything against the law even in the slums. This is the moral bottom line you stick to."

"People in the slums can't give you anything, but you are willing to pay so much for them, willing to be so painful for them. Everything here is enough..."

"So, another Joker is willing to provide you with a little money, but I can do more. In the state where your body is already close to the limit, I can send you back to Wei En Manor and let you have a good rest."

"Soon, Alfred will serve you hot food, Aisha will pounce into your arms, Dick will look at you worriedly, and you can share family happiness..."

Schiller's voice echoed in the empty and dark chemical plant, carrying a mysterious temptation. Bruce began to have hallucinations.

The moisture on his eyelashes turned into neon light under the illumination of the match light.

Bruce saw the chandelier of Wei En Manor, flashing with dreamy luster, and under the chandelier, on the precious wooden long table, all kinds of precious ingredients he hadn't seen or eaten for a long time were served.

Alfred stood beside him with a smile, Aisha sat in his arms, Dick sat in the deputy position, and at this time, Selina appeared in full dress, came over to kiss his cheek, and said he was a hero.

Everyone praised him for his spirit of sacrifice, for his broad mind, for paying so much to do things that were originally unnecessary. Everyone was very moved.

Then, he heard the "click" sound of the shutter. It turned out that the reporter had come in. All this was under their gaze. His heroic deeds were recorded exactly as they were.

Batman's bad reputation was finally cleared. Mansions, restaurants, manors, everyone was praising him.

And even more surprisingly, Bruce Wei En also won the title of "prodigal son returning." Wei En Group's stock soared. Going one step further, he already had the prototype of the final producer.

Batman's popularity far exceeded expectations, so he embarked on the path of politics.

He wanted to change this country from the root, and as expected, under the dual value of wealth and fame, he stood at the highest position.

Batman announced education reform and a series of living guarantees for the slums. He finally succeeded, successfully completing all this.

Years later, when he recalled these glorious experiences, he told reporters that it was all because of his one thought of kindness at the beginning.

He entered the bottom of Cat Getan and experienced the hardships of the poor. These two months were the most important two months of his life. He learned a lot from these people living in the slums...

The dream went to the end with the timeline of the story, and the dreamy light was about to disappear.

How much Bruce wanted to see it again. But there were no more matches for him to strike here.

When the last match of the little girl selling matches went out, she wouldn't feel warm and satisfied, only colder than before.

Lying on the cold surface of the platform, the lantern slide that flashed through Bruce's mind was just a flash, and at this time, Schiller's voice just fell.

Bruce felt a force erupting in his chest, like a volcano about to erupt. He had never experienced such intense emotions, so he didn't know how to release it.

At this time, he felt a shadow cover his head. Schiller walked over and looked down at him. Bruce saw the familiar crazy smile in his eyes. He understood that all this was the Joker's trap.

Jack helping him was not an accident. He didn't give up those crazy plans, and didn't really want to become Batman's mentor and friend. The Joker's goal was only one from beginning to end, and that was to make Batman laugh.

Schiller squatted down, pressed Bruce's shoulder, and said: "You are about to be freed from suffering, Batman. Aren't you happy about this? Since you are happy, you should laugh, laugh from the heart..."

"Let's go, Batman, I'll send you back. You should have a good sleep..."

Schiller grabbed Bruce's shoulder, carried Bruce on his back, turned around, and walked toward the stairs of the platform with Bruce on his back.

And just as he approached the railing, Schiller felt that the person on his back suddenly erupted with huge power.

Schiller staggered, one hand supported the railing next to him, but just as he lost his balance, Bruce on his back flipped over the railing and grabbed the edge of the railing with his hand.

Schiller looked back, his eyes filled with saying to Bruce: "What are you doing?!

What else do you want to do?!

! Batman!

Are you crazy?!

!"

Bruce's hand gradually slid down, from the horizontal bar of the railing to the vertical bar of the railing. Finally, only two hands were left clinging to the edge of the platform.

And below him was the bottomless chemical agent mixing tank.

On the surface of the fluorescent agent, tiny bubbles were always flickering, like particles flying around the sun. The pungent smell kept drifting away, making people feel dizzy.

And in such chaotic and psychedelic light, only a pair of eyes were very bright. Bruce raised his head. On his face against the light, every gully of every scar looked deeper, but because of this, those eyes were more like blue gems buried in the rock layer.

"Here... no... I want to find... things anymore..." Bruce said intermittently: "I have experienced... all the life, understood many things... no need... to carry out such experience anymore..."

He tried hard to swallow his saliva. In this situation, it was difficult for him to even say a complete sentence.

"I feel hungry, painful, sleepy... just like them."

His arms began to tremble constantly, until his whole body began to tremble, but he still raised his face, facing Schiller's condescending gaze, and said: "I only have one thing left to do..."

One of Bruce's hands let go, but Schiller showed a terrified expression. He squatted down quickly, wanting to pull Bruce, but just as he reached out his hand, Bruce let go of that only hand.

The moment Bruce was captured by the sun's gravity, his hair floated upward, and his whole person was no longer so tired and heavy, but became light, like a dragonfly taking off from the water, a gull gliding with wings.

The sound of falling into the water sounded with the last sentence:

"I only have one last thing left to do, and that is, to become them.

"When facing the crazy reality, tell yourself... laugh."

When he merged with the light of the sun, Bruce laughed, laughed from the heart.

In front of Schiller, a splash of water fell. He slowly closed his eyes, the crazy expression on his face disappeared, but the hand that was tightly grasping the railing did not let go.

Cat Getan's quiet night was like a dark and mysterious universe.

Soon, dawn arrived. When the sun rose from the horizon, it lacked the mystery and allure of dusk, but it carried a unique gloom.

A figure dragged another figure out of the factory gate. Behind them was a sun with misty fog.

The cool morning dew fell, reflecting the luster of leather shoes. When the stone road was foggy, a pious whisper came:

"If there can only be one laughing Batman in this world... The Batman Who Laughs, God bless you forever, Amen." ===== CHAPTER 804 =====