[Comprehensive British and American] Final strategy achievement

"What should we do now?" Barbara looked extremely worried, "The clown virus has already struck, and I'm not sure whether the serum can work... The paleness on Bruce's face shows no signs of disappearing."

"Don't worry." Alfred took out a syringe and drew Bruce's blood. "I need to resample and analyze his blood to prepare a new serum."

"Your head is bleeding, Afu." Barbara picked up the sterile gauze and helped him treat the wound. "You can leave this job to me. You should have a good rest."

"Thank you, Miss Barbara. I'll leave the blood analysis to you, and I'll take care of Bruce." Alfred handed the syringe filled with blood to Barbara. He shook his head and sighed, "I'm still old after all.

.”

Barbara wheeled the wheelchair and moved to the workbench, "You are still young, Alfred, Bruce needs you."

"Yes, he needs me." Alfred said with a smile, "I am getting older, my body is getting weaker, and my energy and physical strength are not as good as before. There is an advantage to being old, that is, you can use calmer and more powerful energy.

Looking at everything around me with a calm eye, I am ready, Barbara, from the moment Bruce became Batman, I knew what price I might have to pay, and I can accept everything that has happened and will happen.

Bad things.”

"We are all ready, Afu." Barbara said softly.

"But sometimes I am also full of fear," Alfred said. "I don't know what Bruce will do after I leave. I can never leave him with peace of mind...Bruce is not young anymore, but in my eyes he is still a

child."

"He still has us, and we will always help him and stay with him." Barbara comforted, "We all chose this difficult path just like him, didn't we? He will not be alone."

"Seeing you, Master Richard and Master Timothy, I can feel a little more at ease. I am old after all, and the help I can give Bruce is very limited. He will still have to rely on you in the future." Alfred said,

"The only regret is Jason..."

Barbara was silent for a moment, "...I'm very sad, Ah Fu."

"I'm very sad too," Alfred's eyes flashed with tears, "I wish he could come back...I believe other people think so too."

"That's what we all thought," said Barbara. "There will be a solution."

This is a scar that can never be erased from their hearts.

Jason's departure brought them not only the pain of the death of their loved ones, but also the collapse of ideals and beliefs, and the rift in family ties.

The blood analysis instrument made a beeping sound.

Barbara immediately started studying the blood analysis reports.

"The situation is very bad. The clown virus seems to have mutated in his body," she said with a solemn look, "and it is difficult for us to prepare a new serum in a short time... I don't know if the old serum can still inhibit it.

.”

Bruce, who was tied to the chair, groaned.

"...What's wrong with me?" His voice was hoarse, "Why...why did my body become like this?"

Barbara breathed a sigh of relief, "The clown virus broke out in you, so we had to knock you out and tie you up."

"It's great to see you awake." Alfred began to check Bruce's physical condition.

Bruce's eyes stayed on the wound on his forehead for a while, "I'm really sorry, Alfred. Did I hurt you?"

"Although I have old arms and legs, fortunately my skills are still strong." Alfred said, "Tell me, why didn't you inject the backup serum in the Batmobile in time?"

"Actually, I don't remember anything that happened before... I was rescued from the cell by Leona and then got on the Batmobile. I don't remember anything after that." Bruce said guiltily.

"The top priority is to prepare the serum." Alfred said.

Barbara asked, "Any news from Dick and Tim?"

"They seem to be fine. Arkham has a signal jammer, so the communication signal cannot be connected." Bruce said.

"It's good that they're fine." Barbara's expression relaxed a little, "How do you feel now?"

"There are no signs of the clown virus attacking yet," Bruce said with a frown, "Can you loosen my restraints first? My ribs are broken, and this position will compress my bones."

"No problem." Barbara obeyed and untied him.

The bat cave is extremely dark, with very weak light. The sound of water from the underground river echoes in the empty cave, and bats flap their wings and fly in and out.

Bruce moved his wrist and looked at Barbara with bloodshot eyes: "Don't trust cunning enemies... I didn't expect you to believe my words so easily."

He let out a weird laugh.

"Barbara, the serum is not working!" Alfred was shocked, "Master, wake up!"

But it's too late.

Bruce rushed forward like lightning and strangled Barbara's neck. At the same time, he picked up a firearm from the workbench and aimed it at Alfred.

Barbara's face turned red, and the blood vessels on her forehead bulged. She tried her best to open his hand, "Quickly, wake up! Bruce!"

Bruce's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and his grip on her neck suddenly relaxed a little.

Barbara took the opportunity to punch Bruce in the eye.

The gun in Bruce's hand fell to the ground. He let go of her neck, staggered back, and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.

"Stay away from me...go quickly, get out of here!" Bruce's expression was distorted and painful, "I can't control myself...Afu, take Barbara and leave in the Batmobile! The further away from me, the better! Hide

Get up and hide somewhere where Leona can't find her..."

"No, Bruce!" Barbara screamed, "We can't leave you..."

"Miss Barbara, we have to leave." Alfred dragged the disabled Barbara towards the Batmobile.

Bruce's hand trembled and reached for the gun on the ground. He was trying his best to suppress the crazy clown personality.

A crazy monster rushes left and right in his heart, and "he" may escape his control at any time. Bruce briefly breaks free from the mental prison set by Leona, but Leona's spiritual power is too powerful, and he

His ontological consciousness was imprisoned, and the clown personality was unwilling to be restrained by Bruce, and "he" wanted to come out.

Just when Bruce was about to lose control of himself, the door of the Batmobile finally closed, and it spewed out blue flames, carrying Alfred and Barbara away.

Bruce's whole body was shaking violently, and his fingers twitched. The two personalities were evenly matched, trying to fight for control of his body.

He tremblingly picked up the gun and pointed the muzzle at his head.

Since the clown personality cannot be eliminated, death is his final destination, and he has long been mentally prepared. If he loses control, he will only cause greater damage than the clown.

"Qiang——"

The sound of metal colliding sounded.

The gun in Bruce's hand was knocked away by a knife, which pierced his palm, and bright red blood flowed down his arm.

"Don't die, Batman." The clown crawled up from the underground river of the Batcave, dripping wet. He smiled very cheerfully, "Wouldn't it not be fun?"

"It's you!" Bruce's face turned ferocious in an instant, and the whites of his eyes were almost filled with red bloodshot eyes. When the clown appeared, another personality he had finally suppressed became active again.

"It's me." The Joker said calmly, and he clapped his hands. "Admirable willpower, Batman!"

"Get away from me!" Bruce growled.

"You're scared!" The clown laughed, "You're scared! What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that you will do something irreversible under the influence of the virus? I am approaching you step by step, what can you do?

What?" His voice was sharp, "You can't do anything! I have to say that little Lina's actions are really what I like. I like her script... but this does not change the bad relationship between her and me.

relationship."

The clown said softly: "You can only be mine, no one can take you as their own."

Bruce gasped, his red eyes glaring fiercely at the clown.

The clown happily picked up the gun from the ground, put it into Bruce's hand, held his hand, and asked Bruce to point the gun at his forehead.

"Come!" The clown grinned with a weird smile, "Kill me, little bat!"

Bruce knocked the clown to the ground with one punch.

Then in the next moment, the restless second personality lost control, and he tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.

"Please feel free to shoot me in the head, I will never die, Batman." The Joker laughed loudly, "Because a part of me lives in your body! We can never be separated, ever! You will always be there.

Living in my shadow, your brain will replay what I said to you over and over again until we are completely integrated! You will never be able to get rid of me, because we are the most perfect couple in the world, Batman!

"

"Bang——"

Blood spattered out.

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Leona stood on the tallest building in Arkham City, overlooking everything around her.

"Now there are only Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn left." She raised the list in her hand and put a few check marks on it, "Poison Ivy is easy to find, just look for a place with more plants, but Joker

Where is the girl?"

"I know," the Riddler said, "She likes to go to a superhero-themed bar."

"Then you lead the way." Leona said casually.

There were several people standing behind her.

A weird-looking man covered in crocodile scales, a strong man with an IV tube inserted all over his body, and a wretched man with a round body and a long, pointed nose.

"Penguin, Bane and Crocodile Man don't have to go," Leona said, "You guys help me catch Deadshot."

Leona likes smart and capable subordinates, and almost everyone in Arkham is smart and capable. She only needs to brainwash people, and they will be loyal to her.

Leona is very satisfied with her new subordinate.

The author has something to say: I won’t say more.

This section has almost reached its final stage.

The deepest feeling when writing "Queen of Darkness" is that I have to bear the risk of being beaten by readers at all times. If I don't dare to do it anymore, I won't dare to write like this in the next book.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!