The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2530: Battle for the Cloak (Sixty)

Chapter 2504 Battle for the Cloak (Sixty)

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The door was opened, and Bruce, who was returning home, saw Gordon, who used his only moving arm to turn the wheelchair, come to the kitchen and pick up the knife. Bruce came out of the bathroom and stared at him in the darkness.

"I'm sorry about your parents." Gordon's eyes regained their luster, appearing very bright in the darkness, and he said, "But I tried my best."

"No, uncle, I was just talking out of anger. You are not dragging me down, and you can't do it just to avoid dragging me down..."

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

"My guilt towards you does not mean that you did nothing wrong. The indulgence derived from this guilt will make you even more indifferent to right from wrong. This is also my only mistake."

Gordon looked at Bruce and said: "I have not found the murderer of your parents. If the law finds that I am at fault, it will convict me and you will not need to sanction it."

"I failed to save my friends, leaving their children homeless and homeless, and I failed to redress their grievances. If I decide that I am at fault, I will convict myself and you will not need to punish me."

"You have no position to do what you are doing now." Gordon stared into Bruce's eyes and said: "And the only way to correct this mistake is to stop it and prevent you from making the same mistake again and again."

Bruce walked forward, but Gordon had already put the knife on his neck. He looked at Bruce with nostalgia and said: "That's it, little Bruce. Officer Gu Yin has collected enough evidence. Before we can After both of them die, all this will be announced by the informant, and you will have the trial you should face. "

"No!!!!!"

Jason hugged Batman who was shot and fell. Seeing the Joker approaching step by step, he no longer had any fear, only endless anger that went to his head.

Just when he was about to raise his hand, a hand grabbed his wrist. Batman's eyes were fixed on him, and Jason couldn't help but get lost in that gaze.

Peter, who was loosened, looked up at the figure flying in the sky. He stood up slowly, and the world around him began to spin around him. The flow of people and streets were like birds in the storm. Only he was clear at this moment. of.

Why sacrifice the safety of one group of people for another? Why should ensuring the safety of one group of people require changing the fate of another group of people?

Because he is not strong enough.

If he had exercised his self-control immediately after acquiring the spider power, he would not have had to run away passively when facing Thompson because he was worried about hitting too hard, causing Jason to stand up for him and break the toy. Instead of losing money, you can teach them a moderate lesson so that they will not do bad things again.

If he had learned the hard way after his teddy bear was broken, honed his skills, and practiced how to deal with criminals, he wouldn't have caused a traffic jam while chasing the Claw Killer, causing an accident that changed the fate of others.

If after learning what happened to Bruce, he would no longer be entangled and confused, but realize that all this was just because he was not strong enough, and then continue to hone his superhero skills and do his best in the past twenty years to become a superhero. Build yourself into a perfect justice machine, then no one will die in today's disaster.

Even if there is, then if you give yourself another ten years, maybe it won't be.

Those who strive to hone and surpass themselves are not only for the perfect execution of justice, but also naturally become a stronger driving force when things go wrong. Even if they still fail to become a perfect superhero in the end, these decades Every effort you put in will eventually converge into a river called a clear conscience.

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

With a whoosh, the moment the spider silk launcher appeared, a thread of spider silk wrapped around Clark's arm. He suddenly pulled it upward, turned around and suddenly lifted into the air.

The spider suit appeared on Spider-Man again. He grabbed the webbing with both hands and swung it over the heads of the panicked crowd. Clark threw the webbing forward. Spider-Man rolled to the ground, half-knelt on the ground and slowly got up.

A red and blue figure appeared in the reflection of the sunglasses. The mob leader took off his hood, and when he turned his head, two figures appeared on both ends of the sunglasses lenses.

Bruce, who was wearing a sweatshirt with a smiley face on it, and the clown, who was wearing a trucker overalls, stood face to face.

"Long time no see, Jack." Bruce called out the name of the clown opposite. Jack shook the bomb launch button in his hand, looked at Bruce and said, "You came all this way just to play these pretend games here?"

"Yeah, you're right, it's just a game, why should it be so serious?" Bruce smiled and said, "Who invited you here?"

"Of course I'll always be a fan of Batman," Jack said. "Whether you're dreaming or not."

"What the hell is going on?" Jason looked at the two of them and said, "What the hell are you doing?!"

With the help of Poison Ivy, the Robins who came to the dream world and the Batman and Batwoman who came here before all arrived here. They all carefully kept a distance from the two of them and just stood around. Watch them.

"I'm sorry." Bruce shrugged and said, "It's just that I need a good enough play to apply for my doctoral application." "Play?!" Jason looked at him with gritted teeth. "Very exciting, isn't it?" Bruce turned his head and looked at everyone, his eyes swept across everyone's face. He said: "The confused young heroes chose to retreat in confusion about the future and returned to the lives of ordinary people, but stood up again when faced with a disaster many years later. Their heroic hearts have not been extinguished, but because of the wasted years, they no longer have the ability to save everyone, and can only watch their families being harmed." "A true hero who has lost all his abilities and even become extremely weak has not forgotten his original intention for decades, and even relied on unimaginable amazing willpower to completely break through the restrictions imposed on him by his natural enemies and finally save the world." "A righteous sheriff who indulged the son of an old friend for a long revenge because of his guilt finally realized his mistakes, overcame his guilt, and chose to let his sympathetic and beloved nephew face the judgment of the law." "They influenced each other, redeemed each other, and finally saved the city and rebuilt new justice on the ruins left by the disaster." Jack applauded, and Bruce raised his head proudly, but soon he put his eyes on Jack's face again. "Then there is only one question now, my dear Mr. Disaster, where did you come from? You are not the disaster designed by me, which prevented this play from having a perfect ending, and I have to stand up and explain to everyone in advance." Bruce was very dissatisfied, but Jack smiled and said: "I said, I will always be a loyal audience of Batman. How can I not participate in such a wonderful drama?" Bruce was about to speak, but Jack suddenly pulled his face down, stared at Bruce and said: "Do you think I would say that? Why does your lousy movie need a perfect ending?! The delicious popcorn is the reason for you to show the audience a pile of shit?!" Bruce was obviously stunned, he squinted his eyes and stared at Jack, Jack wrinkled the muscles around his nose and said: "Not really If I say that my ending is to sprinkle some rainbow candy needles on your shit, although the shit is still shit, at least it looks much better. "

"Is that how you evaluate my drama? !"

"If this thing can really be called a drama. "Jack snorted coldly and said, "I think I know why you can't apply for a doctorate in three years. Three years after three years, you are ready to take your application materials to the grave!"

Bruce's face has become very ugly. He stared at the clown and said, "It's not you who decides whether my application is passed or not."

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

Bruce really put them on.

Jack rolled his eyes, folded his arms and turned around and said, "I don't want to listen at all. He has to comment on a pile of shit, but who told me to come here to satisfy my addiction to bombing? Come with me."

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

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

Jason pressed his shoulders and punched him in the head. Bruce dodged backwards, pulled Jason's hand away and threw him aside and said, "Do you think I will be a good doctor? Carefully and patiently mediate the conflict between you? Don't joke, no one cares about the little things between you except you two."

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

Spider-Man landed in front of the mob leader and looked at him with ill intentions, but just as the Joker and Bruce disappeared into a portal, the mob leader took off his sunglasses.

Spider-Man's eyes widened suddenly because he saw a familiar face, a familiar hooked nose that he had seen in the photos of "Gotham Travels".

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

"Of course it's the father and son who are enemies." Jack said, and Bruce knew he was referring to Arkham Batman and Arkham Knight Jason.

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

When he opened the door, there was no one inside, but a desk full of documents, a felt board with photos nailed on it, and a wall covered with storyboards.

Walking along the house, Bruce found that the storyboards on the wall were similar to those in the dream world, but also different, and many of them had familiar people on them.

The owner of the gift shop where he worked, the little girl who was the first victim of the Claw Killer, the leader of the thugs who led the riot...

The postures they were frozen in the photos made Bruce feel familiar, and countless fragments flashed in his mind.

He paused and suddenly understood something.

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

The malicious glint in his pupils was the same as when those people in the photo looked into the camera.

The last door was pushed open.

Clayface, Puppet Master, Professor Pigface, Mr. Freeze, Harley Quinn, Scarecrow, Two-Face, Riddler...

Sitting in the center of the room, surrounded by madmen, was none other than Schiller Rodriguez.

When the dim sunlight came in, he looked like a black bird standing on a thorn, with the whole world reflected in his gray pupils.

Bruce walks in, Schiller rises from his chair, the sun engulfs the eclipse, and the blackbird spreads its wings.

The madmen looked at Bruce at the same time, and Schiller opened his arms with a smile.

"Welcome to Gotham...the Laughing Bat."

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