Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"puff"

The clown who sat in the truck and experienced a reverse rollover felt dizzy. After the truck turned over, all the glass products were broken at this moment, his face was scratched, and blood flowed everywhere, but he Fortunately, the guy next to him was stabbed in the heart by a large piece of glass and died long ago.

He struggled to climb out of the broken window, holding an automatic rifle in his hand. He first fell to the ground, breathing heavily for a few seconds, and then struggled to get up from the ground with the gun leaning on his body.

He staggered, just like a drunk drunk. He fell down twice when he just started. It seemed that the vibration just now affected his sense of balance, but his expression was very happy. Rifle, he saw Batman on a motorcycle rushing toward him from the empty street ahead.

The clown's entire face was filled with a weird smile. He grabbed the rifle and shot crazily forward. At this distance, the bullets had no power at all, but Seber knew what he wanted to do.

Like a matador wearing a red cape, he was trying to piss off Batman, he threw away the rifle in his hand, and he stood there, watching the Batbike with its huge wheels rushing towards him.

He didn't want to escape at all.

Under the dim streetlights of Gotham, at the junction of darkness and light, he stood there, the smile on his face covered with oil paint and blood became wider and wider, as if this dead place with no one was him He is waiting for another dance partner to appear on the stage.

"Come on, come on."

He muttered to himself, his eyes widened and he stared at Batman who was getting closer and closer to him. When he looked carefully, his body was trembling a little. Seb watched all this in the shadow on one side, and he put everything All eyes are on the clown, this person is very strange, this is the most unique one among all the villains he has seen before and now.

He is crazy, but he has a meticulous thinking that is completely unfettered by civilized rules and moral values.

He is stubborn and stubbornly pursues what he has always wanted to do, even if it is just an idea that popped up in his mind.

He is changeable, like a typical manic psychopath, but when he is quiet, he has an attractive quality.

It's like a mixture of contradictions. His existence itself is the best embodiment of the chaos of human nature. He is no longer normal. He always looks at all the problems he encounters from a higher level, and then has Weird but useful means to solve.

Seber didn't even look at Bruce. In this case, he already knew what choice Bruce would make, and he naturally understood what the Joker wanted to do.

In fact, his pursuit has never changed. He wants Bruce to take off his mask. More precisely, he wants Bruce to break the principles he set himself, because he doesn't believe in them at all.

Everything he did, terror, murder, and crime, the purpose of all this is to prove that Batman is just a hypocrite. He wants to prove that, on some levels, Batman is no different from him. For this, he will even Pay your own life as the price of the game.

The engine of the bat motorcycle was getting louder and louder. Bruce was lying on the body, and the light in his eyes was getting colder and colder. When Seber was about to kill the clown, he stopped him, but the price he paid was innocent. People are dying one after another.

There will never be a correct answer to this kind of human choice, but everything the clown has done has really shifted that pressure to his shoulders. Seeing innocent people die because of him every day, Bruce's heart guilt will be stronger.

He looked at the clown standing in the light of the street lamp with his hands outstretched, he could even see the mocking, anticipation mixed with excited smile on the painted face, a dangerous thought was throbbing in Bruce's heart.

"Bump!"

A voice echoed in his mind, "Crush it! Just hit it, and it will be over!"

Bruce's bottom line is shaking faintly, the principle he shot for himself has been shaken, he will not kill, but if this lunatic is allowed to continue, more innocent people will be threatened, and their lives and peace of life will be threatened. Completely broken, and his life.

The life that has been planned will also be completely destroyed.

"Kill him, kill him to end all of this!"

Bruce gritted his teeth, and the speed of the bat motorcycle was getting faster and faster. At the moment when he heard the roar of the deepening shadow, the smile on the clown's face became wider and wider. As a person who is very experienced in manipulating people's hearts, he knows , he could feel that the stupid principles that Batman insisted on were breaking through.

In the dim light, in the black oil paint, the light in his eyes became more and more intense, like a ignited flame, burning hotter and hotter, which meant that what he was after was within easy reach.

"Come on, hit me! Hit me! Break it, you don't need it!"

The clown's muttering continued. He spread his arms out, as if he wanted to embrace the impact. With the speed of the Batmobile and the accumulated kinetic energy, if it really hits, the clown will have ten lives. will die instantly.

But life... What's the point of this thing if it's not used to pursue what you want?

Do you really want to live a mediocre life like an ordinary person?

Life, this is the bet of the game, it is a consumable, whether it is his or someone else's, it is the same.

That's real fairness, isn't it?

"ah!!"

Bruce, who was swinging between dangerous thoughts, let out a roar, as if to motivate himself to break through the shackles he shot. The distance between the two was less than 50 meters, which could be crossed almost in the blink of an eye. The clown's voice was also at this moment start screaming,

"Bump me! Come on! Break it!"

"I can not!"

"boom"

At the last moment, he finally jumped the direction. At the top speed, he almost passed the clown. The sharp turn at this speed is like suicide. Even a high-performance motorcycle like the Batcycle Unable to bear this rapid deflection, the engine stalled, and he threw himself and the car away from the clown, and made two kicks on the ground.

The Batbike crashes into the wreckage of the truck, and Bruce is thrown, falling to the ground, seemingly unconscious.

"Tch, is that all?"

The clown got his life back, but he wasn't happy at all, he was scratching his hair in frustration like a bad kid in a tantrum.

"Ahhhh!"

He turned around and looked at Batman blocking the ground. He tilted his head and seemed to be interested again. He stood there and thought for a while, then whistled happily, put his hand into his pocket, and took out A black switchblade, while humming a strange song, while shaking his hands, walked towards Batman at a cheerful pace.

"You never learn, ha! You think you can't be destroyed, ha!"

He licked his bright red lips, he looked at the unresisting black bat, his eyes squeezed, a clown gang villain who climbed out of the truck reached out, trying to take Batman's mask off, But just when his fingers touched the connection between the visor and the battle armor, a pulsating blue electric spark knocked his whole body into the air.

The clown screamed wildly, rushed over and kicked that guy down, he put a knife on the guy's neck, and said very seriously,

"he's mine!"

Looking at those eyes filled with some kind of excitement, the guy from the Clown Gang trembled and replied frantically,

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The clown patted his face in satisfaction, imitating how he was shocked, and made an ugly grimace, then he half-kneeled beside the unconscious Batman, gesticulating on his neck with a knife, There was a surprise mingled with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It's like receiving a courier, but finding that the merchant has sent the wrong thing. He seems to be hesitant to take off the visor, because once it is taken off, it means the game is over.

But he hasn't had enough yet...

This hesitation did not last long.

"Kaka"

Two guns were pointed at his head from two directions, and the clown turned his head. Behind him were two heavily armed policemen with hoods and helmets.

They took off their masks, revealing the hidden faces of people who should have died and who should have disappeared.

Jim Gordon and John Blake pointed guns at the clown's head from left to right, forcing him to stand up from the ground. With a trace of anger, displeasure, and relaxation, the clown obeyed the knife in his hand. Throwing it away, standing up, when Robin handcuffed his arm, he kept complaining,

"Damn...why are you always like this, always showing up when I'm having the most fun!"

When being escorted into the prison car, the clown sat there, and before the door closed, he "sincerely" said to Gordon who was looking at him,

"You've learned the rules of the game too, haven't you?"

"My dear Gordon, I couldn't be happier... to welcome you back into the game."

Gordon ignored him, closed the car door with his hand, turned around, looked at Sergeant Smith, the two middle-aged men hugged each other, patted each other on the back,

"That's great, Gordon...it's great that you're not dead."

"Sorry, Smith, but the situation at the police station... I have to keep it a secret. I really don't know who I should trust except you and Robin."

Robin was standing in the darkness. In front of him was a man with a ghost face resting his left arm on his chin. He took a deep breath, looked at Seber, and said in a low voice,

"I got him."

"Um?"

Saber looked at Robin. To be honest, he was a little surprised after seeing Gordon and Robin take off their masks, but he was more curious about what Robin wanted to say to him.

He took off the ghost mask in the dark and looked at Robin. The two looked at each other. Robin didn't look away this time. He whispered,

"I went to New York to see Dad, got a kick out of him, saw Catherine, who also had friends at that school, and chatted with Mr Charles, then went to Central City to see Kevin and Sergey , After receiving the secret message from the director, I sneaked back to Gotham, and I went to the cemetery, those people, although I don't like them very much, my career, my ideals all told me that I shouldn't get too close to them too close."

The young man looked at the darkness around him, he took a deep breath,

"I used to do that too, but Mr. Charles told me that I should not ignore the people around me for the sake of ideals. I have been thinking about this issue along the way, thinking about you, Kevin, Catherine and others. What does it mean, I used to live with my dad, and Mr. Gordon was my life mentor. For a while, I hated you so much that I would even reject Catherine...I think you broke my life, Kevin and theirs Joining made my life and my ideals a mess."

Saber yawned, and said impatiently,

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Although he was very rude, in the darkness, Saibo's eyes softened.

"I want to say... ideals and family do not conflict, I want Gotham to be peaceful, but I also have to protect my family, because you do the same, sorry, I was wrong, Cyber, my elder brother."

Robin pointed to the prison car that was slowly starting over there, "As you told me, only by jumping out of that circle can you do what you want without being affected, and only by becoming a ghost can you catch those fleeting ghosts. I used practical actions to atone for my sins, and I helped Kevin and the others get revenge in my own way."

"Well then, welcome back."

Saibo put on the ghost mask again, his voice became muffled, "My brother."

A moment later, the black battle ax restarted, and Seber turned around,

"But Robin, be careful, this may not be over yet."