The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2504: Battle for the Cloak (6)

Chapter 2504: Battle for the Cloak (Sixty)

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

"I'm sorry about your parents." Gordon's eyes lit up again, bright in the darkness, and he said, "But I tried my best."

"No, uncle, I was just saying that in anger. You are not a burden, and you can't just avoid being a burden to me..."

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

"My guilt towards you doesn't mean you didn't do anything wrong. The indulgence that comes from this guilt will make you even more confused about right and wrong. This is also my only mistake."

Gordon looked at Bruce and said, "I haven't found the murderer who killed your parents. If the law finds that I am wrong, it will convict me without you having to punish me."

"I failed to save my friends, leaving their children homeless and penniless, and I failed to redress their injustice. If I were to determine that I was wrong, I would convict myself and I don't need you to punish me."

"You have no right to do what you are doing now." Gordon looked Bruce in the eye and said, "And the only way to correct this mistake is to stop it and not let you make the same mistake again and again."

Bruce walked forward, but Gordon had already put the knife to his neck. He looked at Bruce with nostalgia and said, "That's it, little Bruce. Officer Ge Yin has collected enough evidence. After both of us are dead, all of this will be announced by the informant, and you will also have the trial you should face."

"No!!!!!"

Jason hugged Batman who was shot and fell down. Seeing the Joker approaching step by step, he no longer had any fear, but only endless rage that made him dizzy.

Just as 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 untied, looked up at the figure flying in the sky. He slowly stood up and the world around him began to spin around him. The people and streets were like birds in a storm. At this moment, only he was clear.

Why should we sacrifice the safety of one group of people for the safety of another group? Why should we change the fate of another group of people in order to ensure the safety of one group of people?

Because he is not strong enough.

If he had trained his self-control immediately after gaining the spider power, he would not have to passively run away when facing Thompson for fear of hitting him too hard, causing Jason to stand up for him and breaking toys and causing financial losses. Instead, he could have taught them a lesson appropriately and prevented them from doing bad things.

If he had learned from his mistakes after his teddy bear was broken and had honed his skills and practiced how to deal with criminals, he would not have caused a traffic jam while chasing the Claw Killer, leading to an accident that changed the fate of others.

If after learning about what happened to Bruce, he had stopped being entangled and confused, but realized that all this was only because he was not strong enough, and instead continued to hone his superhero skills, doing his best over the past twenty years to build himself into a perfect justice machine, then no one would have died in today's disaster.

Even if there will be, if you give yourself another ten years, maybe there won’t be any.

The process of striving to surpass oneself, in addition to executing justice perfectly, will naturally become a stronger driving force for progress when things go wrong. Even if one still fails to become a perfect superhero in the end, every effort made over the decades will eventually converge into a river called a clear conscience.

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

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

The spider suit appeared on Spider-Man again. He grabbed the spider silk with both hands and swung over the heads of the panicked crowd. Clark threw the spider silk forward, and Spider-Man rolled to the ground, half-knelt on the ground, and then slowly stood 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 at the two ends of the sunglasses.

Bruce, wearing a sweatshirt with a smiley face pattern, and the Joker, wearing a trucker's overalls, stood face to face.

"Long time no see, Jack." Bruce called out the name of the clown opposite him, and 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?"

"Yeah, you're right. It's just a game. Why take it so seriously?" Bruce smiled and said, "Who invited you here?"

"Of course I will always be a loyal fan of Batman." Jack said, "Whether you are 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 Batman and Batwoman who had been here before all rushed here. They were very cautious and kept a distance from the two of them, just standing around and observing them.

"I'm sorry." Bruce shrugged and said, "It's just that I need a good enough play to use as material for my doctoral application."

"Drama?!" Jason looked at him through gritted teeth.

"It's exciting, isn't it?" Bruce turned his head and looked at everyone, his eyes sweeping across everyone's face. He said, "The confused young heroes chose to retreat in confusion about the future and return to ordinary life, but stood up again when faced with a disaster many years later. Their heroic hearts are still there, but because of wasted time, they no longer have the ability to save everyone, and can only watch their families being affected."

"A true hero who lost all his abilities and even became extremely weak never forgot his original intention for decades. He even relied on unimaginable and amazing willpower to completely break through the restrictions imposed on him by his natural enemies and ultimately saved the world."

"A righteous sheriff who indulged the son of an old friend in a long revenge because of his guilt finally realized his mistake, overcame his guilt, and chose to let his nephew whom he sympathized and loved face the judgment of the law."

"They influenced and redeemed each other, and ultimately saved the city and rebuilt new justice on the ruins left by the disaster."

Jack clapped his hands and Bruce raised his head proudly, but soon he returned his gaze to Jack's face.

"Then there is only one question now, my dear Mr. Disaster, where did you come from? You are not the disaster I designed, which prevented this play from having a perfect ending. 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 performance?"

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 terrible movie need a perfect ending?! The delicious popcorn is a reason for you to show the audience a piece of shit?!"

Bruce was visibly stunned. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Jack. Jack wrinkled the muscles around his nose and said, "It's better to say that my ending is to sprinkle some rainbow candy needles on your shit. Although shit is still shit, at least it looks much better."

"Is that how you judge my drama?!"

"If this thing can really be called a drama." Jack snorted coldly and said, "I know why you haven't been able to apply for a doctorate for three years. Three years and another three years. You should take your application materials to the grave!"

Bruce's expression had turned ugly. He stared at the Joker and said, "It's not up to you to decide whether my application was approved or not."

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

Bruce actually put it on.

Jack rolled his eyes, folded his arms, turned around and said, "I don't want to hear him talk about shit, but he made me come here to blow up my shit, so come with me."

"So this is all just a game to you?!" Jason turned and looked at Bruce who passed by him. Although he was wearing a bat costume now, 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 grabbed his shoulder and punched him in the head. Bruce dodged, pulled Jason's hand away and threw him aside, saying, "Do you think I can be a good doctor? Carefully and patiently mediate the conflict between you? Don't be ridiculous. No one cares about your little things except you two."

Jason's face became stiff, but he had to save 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 intent, but just after the Joker and Bruce disappeared into a portal one after another, the mob leader took off his sunglasses.

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

Bruce followed the Joker through the portal and they came to a hospital. Bruce looked around and asked in confusion, "Arkham Asylum? Which universe is it from?"

"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 I opened the door, there was no one inside. Instead, there was a desk piled with documents, a felt board with photos pinned on it, and a wall covered with storyboard drawings.

Walking through the room, Bruce discovered that the storyboards on the wall were similar to those in his 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 photo made Bruce feel familiar, and countless fragments flashed through his mind.

He paused, and suddenly understood something.

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

The malicious gleam in his pupils was exactly the same as when the people in the photos looked at the camera.

The last door was pushed open.

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

Sitting in the center of the room, surrounded by a bunch of crazy people, was Schiller Rodriguez.

When the dim sunlight came in, he was like a blackbird standing on thorns, with the whole world reflected in his gray pupils.

Bruce walked in, Schiller stood up from his chair, the sun swallowed up the eclipse, and the blackbird spread its wings.

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

"Welcome to Gotham...The Bat Who Laughs."

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(End of this chapter)