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"He's crazy?"

Wonder Woman looked at Superman in disbelief, and she still couldn't make the connection between the guy Superman had just put in his mouth and Batman.

So did The Flash: "Could it be wrong?"

Superman sat on the main seat of the Hall of Justice with a calm expression, and the discussions of the crowd seemed to have nothing to do with him at all.

"It seems that Bat's plan doesn't work out every time, at least not this time. His clone is obviously insane." Green Lantern, Hal Jordan shook his head. His words were mean, but his expression was very sad.

Everyone in the room knew he didn't get along with Batman -- but that was only on the surface, and Hal had privately expressed his admiration for Batman more than once.

"Well, at least we have to figure out why he suddenly feels like he has to be king of the world." He shook his head and looked at Cyborg. "Hey robot, do you have any clues?"

"Shut up, Irish leprechaun." Cyborg replied angrily. A red light had already lit up in his mechanical eye, and he was obviously searching for something on the Internet.

After a while, he suddenly said, "Okay guys, I've got a general idea - be prepared that you might not like this video too much."

After he finished speaking, he patted his arm, and a video was projected.

At the beginning of the picture, there is a face they are all very familiar with: the clown.

The first moment he saw him, Hal got goosebumps. Green Lantern touched his arms, and said somewhat uncomfortable: "Hey, Victor, can you skip the picture with this guy? I get hairy when I see him. I don't know how the bat survived. …”

Cyborg said with a deadpan expression, "I'm sorry, the rest is all about him. Leprechaun, if you don't like it, you can go out."

Ignoring the furious Howl, he started playing.

"Hey! Hey! Test, test, test!"

The clown in the picture is very impatient, and he doesn't have the trademark crazy smile on his face, just the opposite. He looked like a guy with depression.

He slapped the screen, which is the camera. Turning his head to his side, he said, "Who, yes, you. Come and fix this shit."

"Okay, Mr. J."

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and there was the sound of someone falling. Blood splattered on the screen, and the clown's face reappeared in the picture. He wiped off the blood splattered on it with his fingers, and still said with a serious face: "Okay, thank you, the camera is finally repaired, and...don't call me Mr. J."

"Huh? Why did you lie on the ground?"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three more shots were fired.

The Flash frowned uncomfortably, and the picture wasn't fully released, but he could also guess what the Joker was doing.

He is active in Canterlot. No one there is like the clown.... His most common opponents are the gangsters, who in addition to robbing banks, even help grandma cross the street in their spare time. So, for him, someone like the Joker is a living nightmare.

"Slackers! The rest of the people listen! I don't need such slackers in my staff... Well, you two go to fill the elevator entrance of this building, remember, two A group of people."

"Boss, what about the stairs?"

The clown turned his head slowly, his profile looking extremely rigid, without a smile, without a soul: "You are very smart, boy, but I don't like smart people very much. Understand?"

"Understood, boss!"

Footsteps are heard off-screen, and the Joker, who appears to be carrying the camera, stands up. It didn't take long for the original appearance of the room he was in to appear completely in the sight of everyone in the Hall of Justice.

"Damn it, how many people did he kidnap?" Hal looked at the people kneeling in the room in disbelief.

"This is not a recent video,

Right? asked Wonder Woman, looking worried. "It's raining heavily outside the window, but it hasn't rained in Gotham lately." "

"Yes, Diana. This is a video from half a month ago..." Victor was silent for a while. "I checked online information, and Gotham people talked about it half a month ago. But after a day, all these messages were blocked. This is the only video left."

"I found it from the computer in the Batcave."

The footage continues, with the Joker sitting on a chair with his back to the camera. He looked impatient, his feet stretched out and leaned against each other, dangling, and everyone could hear him humming a song in a low voice.

Hal suddenly said, "This bastard has such a damn good taste..."

"What's wrong?" The Flash asked.

"He's listening to an old song I love, damn it. Barry Manroney's 't Smile Without You." Hal's face looked bad. "I get goosebumps just thinking I'm listening to the same song as someone like that."

It didn't take long for the elevator in front of the conference room in front of the Joker to light up. It travels all the way, stopping for a while on each floor. The clown whistled patiently, waiting for the people in the elevator to arrive in front of him.

"Ding dong."

"Is that him?" The Flash asked quietly.

What appeared on the screen was a thin figure. Even if he completely hid himself under the cloak, the shoulders were not broad enough to accentuate his scrawny, but the suit was a real bat suit.

Only, the eyepiece is scarlet.

The clown sighed: "They don't even want to find someone with a similar stature to perfunctory me?"

He turned his head and shouted at the hostages, "Listen! Ladies and gentlemen working overtime on Sunday night! I didn't want to kill you, it was the GCPD that killed you. Look at the people they recruited, they are simply insincere!"

"...stop." Batman's voice came from behind him.

The clown's face is facing the camera, so everyone can see every subtle expression on his face completely: every muscle on his face is twitching slightly, and the pupils in those eyes are like cats. It shrunk into a line and then turned into a small dot. In it, you don't see any human-related emotion.

There is only a piece of extreme chaos and madness, which is chilling.

Immediately afterwards, a smile slowly bloomed on his wrinkled and ugly face that had been smeared with oil paint. His muscles were very familiar with this way of working, without a bit of jerky. A creepy smile returned to his face.

"Enough," said Superman suddenly. "Skip this part."

Cyborg did as he did, and the projected picture moved forward rapidly, and soon came to the final scene.

The conference room brightened up, and the tables, chairs, and benches fell to the ground, breaking countless times. The torrential rain outside the window was getting heavier and the slamming window was crackling. Two people were lying on the ground.

Joker and Batman.

The old enemies lay together, and the clown still had that twisted smile on his face when he died. One of his arms was twisted abnormally, his cheeks were swollen high, and his left temple was abnormally sunken - apparently that was the cause of his death.

As for the other.... His appearance made Hal Jordan involuntarily hold his breath.

That's Batman, yes. no doubt.

But that's not Batman, at least, not the Batman that people are familiar with.

The familiar Batman wouldn't be as scrawny as he is now, his cape unfurled and his eyepiece shattered to one side, revealing a closed eye. Blood spread out from under him, like some kind of embellishment and some kind of footnote.

"...At this time, he's not breathing." Cyborg whispered.

"In other words, he's dead."

No one spoke, and the picture continued to advance slowly. A blue light lit up in the room, and a handsome man in a black robe stepped out. He glanced at the camera and ignored it.

He came to Batman unhurriedly and snapped his fingers. Before long, Batman, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

"...how long have you been here?"

"Not long, Batman," the man said. "You two are having a good time. I saw it on TV. Although the director cut it off very quickly."

"Who is this man?"

Everyone looked at each other, but no one answered.

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The cloak vibrated slowly, and Superman landed on the roof. The tall figure in front of him with his back turned to him was staring at the night scene of Gotham without saying a word.

"...Did he make you this way, Bruce?"

Batman turned around.

"What's your business with me?" he said coldly.

"No, maybe I should say." He tilted his head slightly, reaching out and grabbing a red figure from the air. "...you are looking for me, what's the matter?"

"Oh, hi, Bruce." The Flash smiled awkwardly, scratching his head. In fact, a thousand tons of waves have already turned up in my heart - he just pulled me out of the speed force state? !

Now that it has been seen through, the others will no longer hide it. Hal Jordan and Cyborg descended from the sky, a rope with a faint golden light wrapped around the railing at the edge of the building, and the heroine turned over and jumped up.

"No offense, Bruce." Hal Jordan spoke first. "But we do want to know one thing, is that man who made you like this?"

On the ground, Batman, who was more than twice as tall as before, slowly raised his head. He didn't speak, just smiled faintly.

"Answer the question, Bruce," said Superman gravely. "It's true that you're his clone, but we've all seen your determination as Batman—"

"—No, I'm not Bruce," Batman cut him off. "I'm not the Bruce Wayne you know, nor the Batman you know."

He stretched out his right hand from under the cloak, but his slow movements gave Superman a strong sense of threat, as if a giant dragon was slowly spreading its wings. Above his outstretched right hand, a storm of ice is gathering: "Now, I'll ask again."

"You are looking for me, what's the matter?"

After a moment of silence, it was Wonder Woman who broke the silence. Diana said sincerely: "We just want to find out what happened to you, such as why you became so tall, and why you suddenly said that you want to unify the world."

"Does all this matter?"

Batman said nonchalantly, "You just need to know that there will be benefits in keeping the world at peace forever, and that's enough."

"Yeah, it's as if none of us knew." It was Hal Jordan who spoke, shaking his head and said, "We all know that it's not good for each other to let humans continue to fight openly and secretly, but we will never step out of that. One step. We are heroes, not dictators."

"hero?"

Batman shook his head calmly: "Harold Hal Jordan. In the seven years you've been Green Lantern, you've saved four thousand three hundred and twenty-one people. But because you have the power and don't do it, you're responsible. The security of the seaside city has not improved in the slightest, on the contrary, some super criminals have come one after another because of your reasons."

"The law and order haven't gotten better, and so have the city's livelihoods and infrastructure. I can tell you responsibly, Hal Jordan. Seaside has gotten worse, not better, seven years after you became Green Lantern. ."

Hal's green light was rising and falling, and he looked like he was trying to hold back his anger: "I'm just a vigilante! I can't go overboard and do our government's job!"

"You have power, but you don't act."

Batman's eyes swept over everyone present: "Yes, you are heroic. Let the world survive several crises and not be destroyed by crazy aliens, evil gods, and the stupidity of mankind. But You didn't make the world a better place, on the contrary, it got worse."

"The following is a form." Batman's cold voice seemed to be able to penetrate the thick night and pierce people's hearts.

"In the ten years since the emergence of superheroes, a large number of super criminals who cannot be dealt with by normal police and special police have emerged in large numbers. If only the IQ is superior, that would be fine. But mutants and technological transformations often only need a simple wave of a hand. Can kill a team of well-trained cops, and streets and public facilities that take a lot of time and money to build."

"Superman, the Metropolis was 30 percent destroyed because of your fight with Luthor. For an international city, they lost more than three billion dollars that day, and I haven't even counted the number who died. And count. You might want to say that without you stopping Luthor, more would die."

"But the truth is: without you, Luthor wouldn't have built an omnipotent super-armor to try and kill you on the street."

The Flash, who was still holding his left hand, let out a hurt-like cry: "Oh! Bruce! You can't say that about him, he's just—"

He couldn't finish the second half of the sentence and was choked in his throat. Batman lowered his head, stared at him, and said softly, "I know what you're trying to say. He just did what he was supposed to do, yes. From your point of view, you did nothing wrong."