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Chapter 2071 Knight’s Night of Fright (15)

"He's a smart boy, isn't he?"

That annoying laughing voice sounded again, and Batman saw the Joker appearing behind Peter's chair, holding his face with his hands and saying: "I like him very much, he made the right choice."

, that is to abandon Batman, or even betray him."

"What a wise and great decision. Even after he observed you closely and joined the Bat Family, he still did not change his choice. You know that he is not stupid, but too smart."

"He realizes that you, yes, it's you, Batman. You can't give anyone a good ending. Only by truly eliminating you can Gotham usher in a better tomorrow."

"You also know that what I said is all the truth, just like the advice of a close friend, but you never let go of that trace of mercy, which turned you from a real hero to an indecisive coward."

"Don't run away, don't run away, or just listen, Batman, and hear how Judas came to know Jesus. Do they really need saving? Do they really deserve to be saved?"

In an instant, Batman came to the dark cabin again, and he heard Jason's call again.

"Batman, where are you? Where are you? Why didn't you come to save me?...Batman, you have forgotten me, right? Someone has replaced me, right?"

"I hurt so much... I hurt so much... No one will save me, no one will save us, Batman, you already know that, but you don't care, you only care about the long-term plans."

"You don't care at all how painful every ghost on the dark streets of Gotham was before they died. You have forgiven every criminal for them, but do you deserve it?"

"If we want to have tomorrow, we must survive tonight first. Maybe you will make Gotham a better place... But we can't wait any longer. I can't wait any longer."

Jason's face gradually overlapped with Peter's, and with extreme fear and then extreme anger, Batman found that his hand touched a sharp object.

That's a sharp batarang.

"no no……"

His own voice became weaker and weaker, and another voice sounded, "No... wake up... wake up! Human beings! Wake up! Don't attack..."

This unfamiliar voice startled Batman, causing him to regain his consciousness for a moment.

In an instant, the only move he made was to press the button on his belt and unlock the seats of Nightwing and Peter.

"Walk……"

Afterwards, his consciousness fell into silence in the boundless darkness. During the endless fall, all Batman could hear was the Joker's wild laughter.

Peter collapsed to the ground the moment he was let go. He gasped for air and found that he couldn't use any strength to stand up.

Nightwing, who was confused, quickly helped him up, but Peter threw him away like crazy and stumbled out of the Batcave.

The rain in Gotham is getting heavier, and this is the darkest hour before dawn.

The cold rain made Peter sober up a little. After the stress gradually subsided, he stood under the tree and adjusted his limbs.

When he returned to the Batcave, Nightwing had left and Batman was nowhere to be found. Peter opened the door of the Batcave prison and released Poison Ivy.

Poison Ivy realized that something was wrong with Peter, so she didn't ask any questions. She just looked at Peter's pale face and said, "I think you've learned your lesson now, boy. I told you, Batman is not that simple."

"If I said that he could easily end all crime in this city, you might find it incredible, but he can indeed do it, and the only reason why he doesn't is because he wants to save everyone."

"He doesn't want to admit that there are crazy bad people in this world. He thinks he can find a way to completely save everyone here. He thinks he will one day."

"It's hard to say who is crazier between Batman and super criminals. I can only tell you that if you are not crazy enough, then leave quickly. This is a showdown between madmen and madmen."

Peter knelt on the ground, feeling that his heart had turned into a bomb. The regular and irregular beatings were all illusions and could not be clearly distinguished at all.

What made him gradually lose his self-awareness was the spider sense that had been roaring crazily but had gradually become accustomed to it because it had been buzzing for too long.

Peter's hands on the ground gradually tightened, and Poison Ivy's words were like the last piece of the puzzle, finally giving him a little bit of mysterious inspiration beyond the clues he had realized through rational thinking.

"Death is never the best retribution..."

Poison Ivy took a step forward, held Peter's face with her hands, and put her ear close to Peter's lips, wanting to know what he was talking about.

"Death is never the best evil reward, but I have a way to turn it into a gift..."

Under Poison Ivy's slightly frightened gaze, Peter's eyes began to shine with a strange, crazy light.

"Damn it." Poison Ivy turned Peter's head to the side as if she had encountered some harmful garbage. After she cursed, she said: "I told you that you should leave early. This city will make anyone crazy.

, you’ve been tricked.”

But Peter changed his somewhat stiff posture before, jumped up very nimbly and powerfully, turned around and walked out of the Batcave.

"Where are you going? Wait for me."

Poison Ivy was obviously unwilling to stay alone in the Batcave, so she eventually left with Peter.

Peter quickly opened the door, sat on the driver's seat of the truck again, stepped on the accelerator, and the truck rushed out.

Poison Ivy was shocked by the too fast starting speed and let out an exclamation. Peter said without turning his head: "I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry. When people know what they are going to do, they really can't wait for a moment."

You can’t, right?”

Poison Ivy heard the excitement, even excitement in Peter's tone, and she swallowed nervously.

Poison Ivy has seen the world, and she knows very well what this excitement comes from and what it will ultimately lead to.

But she was a little worried, so she asked, "Where are we going? What are we going to do?"

"Police station, go to Gotham Police Station."

Another huge wave arose next to the puddle, and the water spray wet the roots of the telephone poles, making them look like the masts of a precariously flooded boat.

Standing on the roof of the building, Batman saw several clowns approaching him, but he just stood there silently and said.

"You think you can manipulate my fears, Joker, but that's revealing your true fears."

"There are many eggs in the bat's nest. He works hard to feed them and he works hard to protect them. When the eggs are broken, one leaves, two disappear, and three betray." The clown sang a song with a very familiar tone. He said

: "That's all thanks to my gift, you can only worship my gift."

"I imprisoned one of your little birds, plucked all his feathers, and carved my name on his face. You should think about how much pain he suffered, all because of me! All because of me.

!”

Batman's fists slowly clenched.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his field of vision, and a figure wearing metal armor appeared on the edge of the roof.

"Listen to me, old man, you made the stupidest decision in the world." Arkham Knight's deep voice sounded: "There is a cuckoo in your bat nest, and you are not his father."

"Peter Parker, I don't know where you found him, but he planned all of this. You'd better wake up."

Arkham Knight's voice brought Batman back to his senses. He stared at Arkham Knight's mask and suddenly felt that the two of them were connected mentally.

"Take off your mask." Batman said, "Don't you dare to face me with your true face?"

"You don't dare. I'm just here to point out that you made another stupid decision, just as stupid as the last one."

After saying that, Arkham Knight turned around and jumped downstairs, but to his surprise, Batman didn't chase him. He just stood on the street, watching Batman's figure disappear into the distance.

He thought that Batman couldn't have noticed something was wrong with Peter Parker later than he did. He should have gone to deal with that kid, and he had to be there. He had to see Batman's expression when he accepted the bad consequences of his stupid decision.

.

So the two of them ran towards the Gotham Police Station, one behind the other.

Inside the Gotham Police Station, Poison Ivy looked at Peter flipping through the archives with some confusion. She asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Do you know how the Joker died?"

Poison Ivy shook her head, then sighed and said, "That's another amazing farce."

"tell me the story."

"It's a long story... Okay, let me cut it short, it's the Joker's fault. He made a poison called... Titan Poison, probably to defeat Batman, but obviously he failed, somehow.

, he contracted the poison himself.”

"When Batman was thrown into Arkham Asylum, he was already poisoned. I am immune to all toxins, so I don't know how powerful the poison is. It's just that I saw the poisoned Joker once through the observation window. At that time, he

Already very weak."

"Anyway, the Joker died later. I heard from Harley Quinn that he was poisoned. But when I was caught by Scarecrow, he told me that Batman was actually poisoned too. The Joker transfused his own poisoned blood into the bat.

Inside the hero’s body.”

"As expected." Peter sighed and said, "I have noticed in the surveillance footage that Batman lost control several times. It doesn't look like a symptom of a fear gas attack."

"Found it." Peter picked up the file from the filing cabinet, brushed off the dust on it and said, "This should be the detailed record of that incident."

After getting the file, Peter didn't stay too long and left immediately with Poison Ivy. Batman was a step too late.

On the way to the next destination, Poison Ivy drove, and Peter sat in the passenger seat and looked at the file carefully.

What happened was similar to what Poison Ivy said, except that according to the police records, the Joker's body was finally placed by Batman in front of the Gotham Theater where they had their final battle.

A fire burned the clown's body, and the criminal with a long history of crimes finally turned into ashes.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops blown by the strong wind slapped on the carriage of the truck. It was like a crazy death heavy metal song reaching its climax.

"What to do next?"

"Go resurrect the clown."

thump thump thump

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