Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

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Sitting in a truck and experiencing a reverse rollover, the clown felt like the sky was spinning around. After the truck turned over, all the glass products shattered at this moment, cutting his face and blood flowing everywhere, but he Fortunately, the guy beside him was stabbed in the heart by a large piece of glass, and he was dead.

He crawled out of the broken window with difficulty, holding an automatic rifle in his hand. He first fell to the ground, breathing heavily for a few seconds, and then struggling to get up from the ground with his gun.

He walked staggering, just like a drunk drunk. He fell down twice at the beginning. It seems that the shock just now affected his sense of balance, but his expression is very happy. He is holding hands. With a rifle, he saw Batman on a motorcycle rushing towards him from the empty street in front.

The whole face of Joker was filled with a weird smile. He was holding a rifle and shooting frantically forward. At this distance, the bullet had no power at all, but Cyber ​​knew what he wanted to do.

Just like a matador wearing a red cloak, he was trying to provoke Batman. He threw away the rifle in his hand. He stood there, watching the Bat motorcycle with huge wheels rushing towards him.

He didn't even think about avoiding it.

Under the dim street lamp of Gotham, at the intersection of darkness and halo, he stood there, and the smile on the face covered with oil and blood became more and more prosperous, as if this deadly place without man was him. He is waiting for the appearance of another dance partner.

"Come on, come on."

He muttered to himself, his eyes widened and staring at Batman who was getting closer and closer to him. When he looked closely, his body was a little trembling. Cyber ​​was watching all this in the shadow on one side. All his eyes are on the clown, this person is very strange, this is the most unique of all the villains he has seen before and now.

He is crazy, but he has a careful thinking that is completely free from the rules of civilization and morality.

He is stubborn and stubbornly pursuing what he has always wanted to do, even if it's just an idea from his brain.

He is changeable, just like a typical manic spiritual propagator, but when he is quiet, he has an attractive characteristic.

It’s almost like a mixture of contradictions. His existence itself is the best manifestation of the chaos of human nature. He is already abnormal. He always looks at all the problems he encounters from a higher level, and then there is Weird but useful means to solve.

Cyber ​​didn't even take a look at Bruce. In this case, he already knew what sore Bruce would make, and he naturally understood what the Joker wanted to do.

In fact, his pursuit has not changed. He wants Bruce to take off his mask. More appropriately, he wants Bruce to break his own principles, because he doesn't believe them.

Everything he did, horror, murder, crime, all of which was to prove that Batman was just a hypocrite. He wanted to prove that on some levels, Batman was indistinguishable from him. For this, he even Give your life as the price of the game.

The engine restlessness of the Bat Motorbike became louder and louder, Bruce was lying on the body, and the light in his eyes became colder and colder. When Cyber ​​was about to kill the clown, he stopped it, but the price was innocent. People are dying one after another.

There is no correct answer to this kind of human ulcer, but what the clown did really transferred that kind of pressure to his shoulders. Every day, seeing innocent people die because of him, Bruce's heart Your guilt will be stronger.

He looked at the clown standing in the light of the street lamp with his hands spread out. He could even see the mockery on the painted face, expecting a smile mixed with excitement, a dangerous thought beating in Bruce's heart.

"Bump it!"

A voice reverberated in his brain, "Bump over; if you want to run over, it will be a hundred!"

Bruce's bottom line is faintly shaking,

The planned life will be completely destroyed.

"Kill him, kill him will end all this completely!"

Bruce's left tooth, the speed of the bat motorcycle is getting faster and faster. At the moment when he hears the deepening shadow roar, the smile on the face of the clown is getting bigger and bigger. As a person who is very experienced in manipulating the heart, he knows, He could feel that the stupid principle that Batman insisted was breaking through.

In the dim light, in the black oil paint, the light in his eyes became more and more bright, like a ignited flame, burning more and more vigorously, which meant that what he was after was already at his fingertips.

"Come on, hit me! Break it, you don't need it!"

The murmur of the clown continued. He spread his arms out as if he was about to strike. With the speed of a bat motorcycle and the accumulated kinetic energy, he would really hit this one. The clown had ten lives. Will die instantly.

But life... if this thing is not used to pursue what you want, what is the meaning of it?

Do you really want to live a mediocre life like an ordinary person?

Life, this is the bet of the game, it is a consumable, whether it is his or other people's, it is the same.

This is true fairness, isn't it?

"what!!"

Bruce swayed between dangerous thoughts and roared, as if to motivate himself to break through the shackles he shot. The distance between the two was less than 50 meters, and he could almost pass it in the blink of an eye. The voice of the clown was also at this moment. Started screaming,

"Bump me! Break it!"

"I can not!"

"boom"

At the last moment, he finally jumped. At the top speed, he almost passed the clown. The sharp turn at this speed was like suicide, even for a high-performance locomotive like Bat Motors. He couldn't stand the rapid deflection, the engine stalled, and he threw the man and the car away from the clown and spurred him twice on the ground.

The Batmobile smashed into the wreckage of the truck, and Bruce was thrown out, and he fell to the ground, seeming to be in a coma.

"Cut, is that it?"

The clown took his life back, but he didn't have any joy at all. He clutched his hair in frustration, like a filial piety who lost his temper.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

He turned around and looked at Batman who was blocking the ground. He tilted his head and seemed to be interested again. He stood there and thought about it, then blew a whistle happily, put his hand in his pocket and took it out A black switchblade, humming a weird song, shaking its hands, stepping on a cheerful pace, walked towards Batman.

"You can't always learn, ha don't think you can be destroyed, ha!"

He licked his bright red lips, he looked at the black bat that had lost resistance, his eyes were squeezed, and a clown gang villain who crawled out of the truck stretched out his hand, trying to take off Batman’s visor. But when his finger touched the connection between the visor and the battle armor, a flash of blue electric cunning flew out all over him.

The clown screamed, rushed over and kicked the guy down. He put a knife on the guy’s neck and said very seriously,

"he's mine!"

Looking at those eyes that were filled with some excitement, the guy from the clown gang trembled and replied frantically,

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The Joker patted his face with satisfaction, imitating the appearance of him being shocked, making an unsightly face, and then he half-kneeled beside the unconscious Batman, he used a knife to make gestures on his neck. There was a surprise mixed with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It's like the ambivalence of receiving a courier, only to find that the merchant has sent the wrong thing. He seems to be hesitant to yell this mask, because once yells, it means the game is over.

But he hasn't played enough yet...

This hesitation did not last long.

"Kaka"

Two guns were aimed at his head from two directions, and the clown turned his head. Behind him, there are two heavy-duty policemen with hoods and helmets.

They took off their masks and revealed their hidden faces. It was the guy who should have died and should have lived.

Jim Gordon and John Blake, they pointed their guns at the clown’s head and forced him to stand up from the ground. The clown, with a trace of anger, a trace of discomfort, and a trace of relaxation, followed the knife in his hand. Throw it away, stand up, and when Robin put his handcuffs on his arm, he kept complaining,

"Damn... why do you always do this, always show up when I have the happiest time!"

While being put in the prison car, the Joker sat there. Before the car door was closed, he said "sincerely" to Gordon, who was looking at him,

"You also learned the rules of the game, right?"

"My dear Gordon, I'm so happy...you are welcome to join the game again."

Gordon ignored him, closed the door with his hand, turned and looked at Sheriff Smith. The two middle-aged men hugged each other and patted each other on the back.

"This is great, Gordon... you're not dead, this is great."

"Sorry, Smith, but the situation at the police station...I have to avoid it. Apart from you and Robin, I really don't know who I should trust."

Robin stood in the dark. In front of him, was a man with a ghost face with his left arm propped on his chin. He took a deep breath, looked at Saibo, and whispered,

"I caught it."

"Ok?"

Cyber ​​looked at Robin. To be honest, he was a little surprised after seeing Gordon and Robin take off their masks, but he was even more curious about what Robin wanted to say to him.

He took off the ghost face in the dark and looked at Robin. The two of them looked at each other. Robin didn’t dodge his gaze this time. He whispered,

"I went to see my father in New York and was trained by him. I went to see Catherine. She also had friends in that school. She chatted with Mr. Charles and went to Central City to see Kevin and Sergey. After receiving the secret news from the chief, I sneaked back to Gotham, and I went to the cemetery. Those people, although I dislike them very much, my profession and my ideals told me that I shouldn’t be too close to them. Too close."

The young man looked into the darkness around him and took a deep breath.

"I used to do the same thing, but Mr. Charles told me that I shouldn’t ignore the people around me for the sake of my ideals. I’ve been thinking about this problem along the way, thinking about you, Kevin, Catherine and others. They treat me What does it mean? I used to live with my father. Mr. Gordon was my life mentor. For a while, I hated you and even rejected Catherine... I think you broke my life, Kevin and the others. The addition of it has made my life and my ideals a mess."

Saber yawned and said impatiently,

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Although he was very polite, in the darkness, Saibo's eyes softened.

"I want to say... ideals do not conflict with my family. I want Gotham to become peaceful, but I also have to protect my family because you do the same. Sorry, I was wrong, Cyber, my brother."

Robin pointed to the slowly starting prisoner car over there, "As you told me, only by jumping out of that circle can you do what you want to do without being affected. Only by becoming a ghost can you catch the turbidity that is fleeting. For the opportunity, I used actual actions to atone for their sins, and I helped Kevin avenge them, in my own way."

"Well, welcome back."

Saibo put on the ghost face again, and his voice became irritating, "My brother."

After a while, the black battle axe restarted, and Cyber ​​looked back.

"But Robin, heart, this may not be over yet."

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