The Collection of The End

——dc, darkness——

"Hey why are you so serious?"

"Because I'm doing something very serious, Harlequin."

Gotham, Crime Alley.

It was night, and on the edge of the rooftop of a high-rise building, a skinny man with green hair, pale face, and a purple suit was suspended in the air by his collar, dancing.

"Hey, man, I think there may be a misunderstanding between us," the man being carried rolled his eyes around: "I just want to deal with that bat. If I accidentally touch your person, I can kneel down and apologize, so Can you put me down first?"

The person holding him with one hand was a strong man nearly three meters tall with purple skin, a bald head and a big chin. He was wearing a set of purple gold-rimmed armor and was equipped with various high-tech instruments. , also wearing a huge metal glove on his left hand.

"Really? What's your plan? Use them to threaten Batman?" The giant purple man had no intention of letting go. He just tilted his head slightly and looked toward the rooftop.

On the rooftop surrounded by dilapidated barbed wire and piled with abandoned building materials, there were many people with confused or frightened expressions. They were in pairs, a man and a woman, and all of them had a child. Most of these parents were wearing relatively well-dressed clothes. clothing, and wearing more obvious jewelry.

They were not directly tied or restrained, but the fierce and armed gangsters outside the crowd made them dare not act rashly, even if the leaders of the gangs seemed to have been controlled.

"Hey, I think you should know that the psychopath dressed as a bat not only has a 'no-kill' principle, but he is also particularly keen on saving people. He just wants to put a gun to anyone's temple, even if he is a damn criminal, that guy He will also become helpless, which is too ridiculous." The man in the purple suit shrugged: "As a psychiatrist without a medical license, I decided to make a free consultation for him! Hehehehe!

"

Boom! Boom!

As if receiving a hint from the man in the purple suit, several gangsters who were closer and aiming their guns at the strong man opened fire.

call--

On the ballistic trajectory, a stream of light flashed past, and dozens of bullets that were fired disappeared, while the purple-skinned man did not even move his eyelids.

"Oh my god!" the white-faced man exclaimed with an exaggerated expression: "He's a 'superhero'!"

"Oh? Why do you see that?" The strong man with the big chin raised his eyebrows.

"If you are a 'super criminal', those idiots who shot the gun have already gone to meet Satan!" The person dressed as a clown began to twist around: "Oh Arkham, my home, the clown is going home to find his mother. , to find something Batman doesn’t have.”

This sentence seemed to trigger some kind of agreed-upon code again. Almost all the gangsters turned their guns to the parents with their children on the rooftop and opened fire without hesitation.

Hoo hum——

The water-like light reappeared, and it caressed all the firing firearms like clear moonlight. Those weapons with precise structures twisted and deformed, and finally turned into slender iron chains to tie their original owners tightly. Reality.

However, it was different from the last time. It seemed that due to the large scope of the movement, the moonlight failed to return to the purple strong man in time and disappeared. Instead, it revealed its prototype halfway - a girl in white with black hair and eyes.

She staggered and regained her balance, then shouted to the strong man: "Stop playing, Dad, how many more tricks do you want the 'Clown' to do?"

"Oh! God, thank you, girl."

"You saved our whole family!"

"Baby, please say thank you, sister..."

Those parents who realized later that they had narrowly escaped death held their children tightly in their arms and thanked the girl in white with tears, which made her a little at a loss for a moment.

The clown whose "Hugh" plan went bankrupt started trying to whistle.

"I'm not playing, I just want to see," the strong man known as Dad raised his head slightly: "When will the 'Batman' prepare to take action."

There was a night wind blowing.

At the top of a spire building higher than this rooftop, a man wearing tight-fitting gray clothes and a pointed half-face helmet was standing with his arms folded. The cape behind him was dancing in the wind, and he looked like a man. A giant bat ready to pounce.

At this time, after hearing "Dad"'s words, Batman kicked off his feet, jumped from the top of the tall building, and then landed with a light movement that did not shake the rooftop floor at all.

The parents who were thanking the girl in white all fell silent as if they had seen some ferocious beast, and subconsciously moved away from the man in black who fell from the sky.

"Oh bat, what a pity, the birthday dinner I prepared for you today was robbed by others." The clown shook his head over there.

"...]" Batman ignored the clown and looked at the rescued parents and children, the girl in white, and the purple-skinned man in turn in silence: "Who are you? Why did you come to Gotham?"

He said in a voice that sounded like late-stage throat cancer and without any fluctuations.

"In order to clean up the mess you left," the purple-skinned man replied: "You should have known that if you didn't lock up Mr. Harlequin the day before his birthday, he would definitely give you a huge ' surprise'."

"It's a big surprise for middle-class couples who have children in the city and like to wear jewelry. It's not easy for a middle-class couple who plans to watch a movie tonight to collect so much. I want to apply for overtime pay." The clown squirmed around, but he could not escape the purple strong Han's clamp.

"This is Gotham's own business," Batman said coldly: "You haven't said who you are yet."

"If your mess hadn't affected me and my family, I wouldn't have any intention of vacationing in this rainy city all year round," the purple brawny man replied, "You can call me 'Cable'."

"...]" Batman glanced at the girl in white who was quietly approaching Cable, and then looked at the Joker.

"Oh! I'm not, I didn't. I swear to God, Batman, I have never been to other cities. I am devoted to you!" The clown tried to raise his hand to swear, but was shaken twice by the cable. can succeed.

"Leave him to me, outsider,]" Batman stared at the cable: "Then, leave Gotham.]"

"I'm afraid not," Cable replied: "You have to prove that if I don't come, you can handle tonight's 'birthday party', otherwise I can only take this '■■■' away."

"...]" After two seconds of silence, Batman raised his hand and pressed the headset: "Catwoman, Director Gordon, Plan C.]"

Almost at the same time he spoke, there was a rush of footsteps that sounded like a large number of people coming from the stairwell from the rooftop to the corridor. At the same time, a slim figure in the distance was approaching from building to building.

"This is all within my plan," Batman looked at Cable: "Batman will always win."

"Before you speak," Cable said noncommittally, "you'd better confirm."

Da da da da, as footsteps approached, a group of police officers appeared on the rooftop, but it was different from what ordinary people expected. Each of them was sprayed with a large amount of thick yellow-green liquid, their mouths were crooked, their eyes were slanted, and they could hardly walk. unstable.

"Bat, Batman," the leading police officer said with difficulty: "We were attacked by Scarecrow an hour ago. Director Gordon was seriously injured and was rushed to the hospital."

"...Take away the criminals over there.]" Batman finally said.

Phew.

At this time, accompanied by a strange landing sound, the "reinforcements" in the air arrived, but what fell was not one person, but two, and both were women. One of them was wrapped with green vines, and they had just been put away to move between buildings. The one that crosses over is used to tie the hair, and the other one is dressed in a similar costume to the clown, with a pair of red and blue ponytails, and is holding a sledgehammer in his hand.

"Hey! My little pudding! I caught that nasty cat according to your plan - how did you end up like this!]" she shouted in a grandiose tone.

"Can't you see? I was caught by this purple sweet potato spirit! Save me!" the clown said viciously.

"As you can see, your plan has failed," Cable looked at Batman: "If I hadn't come, you would have been in trouble, captured by Mr. Harlequin, and watched him destroy this family one by one in front of you. Reenacting Crime Alley and finally killing him myself - and getting me into huge trouble for it."

"I won't do that.]" Batman firmly denied this speculation, but his eyes kept flashing.

"To make sure you 'really don't' do this, I..."

"ah--!",