All Worlds Madhouse

There was a flash of anger in Alice's tears.

"Are you saying that Lady Selina won't die?" she asked anxiously.

"As long as you choose to believe, then she will not die." Ziliang did not look into her eyes.

"If you can't help her, then you have to choose to believe her. Believe unconditionally. You can only believe." Ziliang continued, but the second half of the words was very soft and no one could hear it. It was like just talking to myself.

"You said before that [sin] is in this plane, right?"

Alice nodded: "Yes, this is what Lady Salina asked me to tell you."

Ziliang was silent for a while: "Constantine, go find Bruce Wayne who was No. 19. I don't want to wait any longer."

I won't kill anyone.

This is my creed, my bottom line.

Because I know that there is a violent, terrifying, and crazy true self hidden in my heart. I am the lunatic who most deserves to be locked up in Arkham Asylum. For many years, I have used my self-control to imprison the madness in my heart. If I let it out, it would be irreversible.

So I don't kill people, not because of any conscience, but simply for myself.

I'm selfish.

But this does not prevent me from paying attention to this "no killing" concept to my comrades.

They are heroes, they have bodies that transcend mere mortals. Therefore, they must believe in the ‘sacred law of not killing’. It is the moral bottom line under imperfect heroism. If this bottom line is crossed, the superhero's behavior will become uncontrollable. Some people will compromise the guise of being a 'hero' for personal gain and kill without restraint.

I used to think that such a hero is what the world needs. But it turns out how naive I was.

That day, a nuclear bomb exploded over the metropolis. I saw that scene across the river, which was reflected in blood by the firelight.

The world finally betrayed Superman!

Humans want to kill him!

Of course, Superman still survived the bombardment, but people obviously did not let him go. He was handcuffed and pushed to the court. He was considered the source of chaos in the world.

At that time, I was sitting in the hearing room. For the first time, I saw that Superman's strong face was loosened. He, who could not be trapped by thorns and chains, was imprisoned by a pair of small handcuffs on the Day of Destruction. Despite being tortured, he still stood up tenaciously time and time again, and actually showed a fragile expression in a courtroom.

His back, which had been straight for decades, finally slumped.

Just because of that sentence!

Superman is guilty!

At that moment, I couldn't help but feel ridiculous. At the same time, for the first time, I began to wonder, is the bottom line of 'no killing' really important? For criminals, this can even be said to be a protective umbrella. Because of this, there are people like the Joker who spend their entire lives killing constantly. And what does he mean to people? The person we try our best to protect will eventually become the person who truly defeats us.

At that moment, I began to think, who are we protecting, and who should be killed?

I was 49 years old that year.

Superman was sentenced to never leave his Kansas farm for the rest of his life.

The Justice League disbands.

I can’t remember how many years later it was. I just remember that I started to get used to walking with a cane, and I had already entered the wrong password to open the Batcave. The dark cloak was already covered with dust.

After the disbandment of the Justice League, the world seems to have really returned to its original state. Although crime is still prevalent, the police seem to be able to maintain order in the world without us.

Maybe we really should retire.

At that moment, I suddenly felt an unprecedented emptiness and weakness, and I wanted to find someone to talk to.

"Alfred, book me a ticket to Kansas."

I said.

That day, I came to the outskirts of Kansas. The air here was much fresher than that in Gotham City. There were green grass, blue sky, cattle, sheep, and playful children.

There is also the figure repairing the tractor on the farm.

I walked over and he didn't notice me until I was very close.

If it were before, he would probably be able to distinguish the sound of my footsteps the first second I approached him. Life on the farm has made him a little dull.

He raised his head, and I saw his face in the sun, the thin beads of sweat on his forehead, and the gray on his temples.

At that moment, I was stunned.

Clark. It turns out that you will grow old too.

"Master."

"Master.?"

A voice came to Bruce Wayne's ears, pulling him back from his thoughts.

Wayne was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he seemed to be staring at the video in a daze.

"Hehe." He couldn't help but laugh a few times, then turned around and picked up the 'coffee' on the side and drank it in one gulp.

"Master, I know you should have noticed it, but I still want to remind you that your concentration is declining. If you continue like this, you may not be able to hold on."

Wayne smiled ferociously.

"What? Can't hold on? Hehehe, do you still remember what I suffered when I was locked up by Bain?"

Alfred nodded: "He broke your spine."

"No, it's not about breaking it, it's about digging out my third lumbar vertebra, putting it on chains and hanging it from the ceiling!" Bruce Wayne said: "I was suffering tremendous pain every minute. In that case, , I persisted for two months and still didn’t die, do you think that this little pressure now can defeat me?”

Alfred didn't say anything. He looked at his young master's tired eyes that were almost covered with bloodshot eyes, and silently picked up the coffee cup.

"Okay, young master, if you need anything, please let me know." After saying that, he walked out as usual.

In the darkness, the voice of [Sin] rang out.

"Haha. Your butler seems to be very nice to you."

Wayne laughed: "Of course, if I am destined to kill everyone in the world, then he may be left to the last one."

"Well, you are really kind and righteous." Sin said with a smile: "So...how are the preparations for the assault plan at the hospital?"

"Hey, I've already sent people there. Counting on it, they should be here soon."

Meanwhile, as Bruce Wayne would say.

At the door of Ziliang Hospital, a figure had already arrived in front of the door.

He straightened his collar, then politely knocked on the hospital door.

(Tickets, tickets, hand over your tickets quickly!)