The Death Knell

In the warm room, Gordon sat on the sofa holding a thick newspaper, which recorded another Arkham escape case and the criticism of the Gotham Police Department by the trash female anchor Vico Valli.

Gordon knew what kind of character that woman was. In order to make money, she not only worked for the television station, but also contributed articles to the Gotham Observer.

The headline on today's front page is - "Crazy criminal escapes again, 'Crime buster' is helpless".

I don’t know where the woman secretly took the photo of Gordon talking to the director of Arkham Nursing Home. I saw the two of them talking sideways under the dim street lights in the alley, and they were still passing something in their hands. Suddenly, it looked like they were talking. Just like any private transaction.

In fact, it was showing a search warrant. The woman deliberately took the photo unclearly, just to trigger readers' associations.

But even so, even if he hated that woman, she was still a legal citizen. As a good policeman, Gordon had no choice but to take any measures against her.

"I hate this situation. Every time the crazy clown is put in jail, I pray to God to let him stay in there." Gordon held a pair of scissors and wanted to cut out the report and collect it as an analysis file. , holding a cigarette in his mouth and said angrily: "But then he ran away, and we could only sit by the phone in the bureau with no clues, and pray that he wouldn't do something too terrible."

Hearing her father's complaints, Barbara came over angrily with two cups of hot cocoa and complained: "Dad, when can you put your work in the office? Relax a little and take a rest like a normal person?" "

Gordon smiled and nodded. He raised his chin and motioned for his daughter to put the cocoa on the coffee table: "Drink it when I finish cutting the newspaper."

"Okay, one more thing. I found your newspaper clippings book that I couldn't find before. The one about Catwoman. It fell behind the cabinet. Maybe you should buy a professional filing cabinet."

Barbara put down her father's glass of drink and took a sip from the other glass, showing a cute and sweet expression.

Smelling the sweet aroma of cocoa, having the warm lights of his home shining on him, and having his loved ones by his side, Gordon felt very happy.

But there was always a feeling in his heart that he seemed to have forgotten something, something very important, which made him uneasy.

At this moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the door, very polite and neither light nor heavy.

"Who's knocking on the door so late?" Gordon felt like he remembered something, but the feeling was fleeting.

"Maybe it's Kelun from across the street? The better it is for us to practice yoga together tonight." Barbara put down the cup and skipped towards the door, with a smile on her face.

But Gordon remembered? He remembered where he had seen this scene? There was the clown outside this door! The clown with the gun!

Barbara also had her lumbar spine broken that night and had to sit in a wheelchair for a long time!

"No! Don't open the door!" Gordon wanted to touch the gun. But something strange happened. His gun was not with him. And his daughter's hand had already turned the doorknob. The figure in the floral shirt appeared holding the gun. outside the door.

The girl turned to look at him with a puzzled expression, not even aware of the danger in front of her.

The clown's finger slowly pressed harder on the trigger, and time seemed to slow down, but Gordon himself seemed to have lost the ability to move. He could only watch the smile on the pale face gradually widen. Hearing the clown say:

"Smile."

Just when he was about to despair, a figure with pointed ears suddenly appeared in the darkness behind the clown. A black-gloved fist punched directly through the madman's chest, grabbed the camera hanging on the clown's chest, and then took it with him. With it, it retracted into the bloody hole.

Two clicks? The followers brought by the clown were also killed easily, everything happened in a flash of lightning.

The white-faced madman fell to the ground and died with a look of surprise and pain. His head bounced a few times on the carpet outside the door like a basketball, looking a little naughty.

Then the figure with pointed ears outside the door picked up the camera, and with the sound of flash and shutter, he took a picture of Gordon's surprised look.

"Batman? Is that you?"

Gordon was overjoyed? He hugged his daughter who returned to his side, looked at her intact, and shed tears of emotion.

"It's me, hehehehe..."

The man with the pointy ears walked into the room and into the warm light. He was indeed Batman, only he was wearing a tight belted leather suit and an oversized smile.

But the Sheriff didn't feel anything was wrong. He happily hugged the Laughing Bat and patted him on the shoulder:

"Thank you, you saved my daughter and our family."

"Hehehe, where did this start? Huh? Did you foresee the future? Did you know that the clown was going to shoot and break Barbara's lumbar spine?" Laughing wildly, he licked his yellowed buck teeth and hugged her The Sheriff walked to the sofa and unceremoniously raised the cocoa to taste for himself.

Gordon was stunned for a moment, but nodded quickly: "Yes, although it is unbelievable, I did see what would happen in the future. By the way, how did you know?"

"Because...I am Batman! Hahahahaha..." The Laughing Bat raised his hand and pressed his forehead, laughing crazily.

Gordon didn't feel anything was wrong. He was relaxed and happy to a degree that he had never experienced in the past. He even followed Batman and did the same thing with his daughter.

That is to look at the clown corpse at the door and laugh wildly.

"Dad, I want to marry Batman. I love him so much." Barbara in his arms suddenly acted coquettishly to him: "We all live in a false world. Only he can let us see through the truth and see the truth." Would you like to see the truth of everything and change our tragedy?"

The police chief who loved his daughter the most looked at Batman, who was so talented, and nodded with some reluctance: "Yes, he is right. It was he who saved us from the tragedy. I remember this kindness in my heart, but... ...Well, when my daughter gets older, she can no longer stay at home.”

Gordon felt like this scene had happened countless times because Batman's laughter was so familiar, but before he could think about it carefully, he was interrupted by his daughter's coquettishness.

"dad!"

Barbara twisted her shoulders shyly and fled into the arms of the Laughing Bat, her face blushing.

"Haha...Okay, I won't say it anymore. I know you all have secret identities, and I will cooperate with you in the future. We are a family." Gordon was very relieved to have such a good son-in-law, and he was thorough After killing the clown, wouldn't the future be beautiful?

No need to think anymore.

No more tragedy, no more blinding by illusions, no more pain...

However, just as the new family was enjoying themselves and chatting and laughing loudly, a huge black sword suddenly struck from behind the Laughing Bat, splitting it in half, and the cold blood was immediately sprinkled on the Sheriff's face. , in his cup of cocoa.

The two-part corpse slowly fell, revealing the terrifying figure behind it.

The black and yellow armor was spotless, and the ferocious giant weapon was gleaming. It was very different from the image of the death knell in Gordon's memory. The key was that the person who came had a retro-style gas mask on his face.

Deathstroke tilted his head and said in a hoarse and dull voice:

"Actually, I think you're right, Gordon. Don't keep your daughter when she's older. If you keep her, you'll be resentful."

As he spoke, he struck back with a sword. Barbara, who was about to escape back to Gordon, was also killed with the sword, and her head was kicked to pieces by Deathstroke in mid-air.

Blood washed down the ceiling like a fountain, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

"What are you going to do?!" Gordon was stunned. He trembled and fell beside his daughter, crying and picking up her body.

"It turns out that this is how the Laughing Bat played, using the resonance ability of N metal to fall into a dream. So, he should have found something to replace the function of the tuning fork. He just didn't know that I woke Gordon up from his dream. What will happen to the body's performance..."

Deathstroke seemed to be talking to himself, but in fact he was communicating with the little orangutan and the doctor outside the dream, next to the dream bubble.

But he doesn’t need off-field assistance, just casual talk.

Then he took out a bell from his pocket, spread it in the palm of his hand and showed it to Gordon:

"Don't cry holding the material in your dreams, Director. This is the resonance bell I brought from the blood world. It is specially used to join other people's dreams. Do you want to come to the dream of the God of Dreams to see the reality in the illusion? Really? Shake it, yes, hold it, I'll shake it for you."

Jingle bell bell bell bell…

Of course, Su Ming would not give him any choice. He grabbed the director's hand and shook the prop. Gordon, who was holding his dead daughter and crying bitterly one second, disappeared in the next second.

The dream slowly faded and disintegrated like quicksand. Deathstroke looked at the newspaper clippings on the table in silence for a moment, and then took a step forward.