Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The clown is in handcuffs, sitting bored in the prison of the police station.

He looked around boredly. In this cage, besides him, many other people were imprisoned. They were all caught tonight. There were no members of the Clown Gang who died. They took off their clown masks and looked different. , There are young people, there are middle-aged people, these people are like a bunch of rabble, the only thing in common is their demeanor.

Crazy qualities, like a group of guys who escaped from Arkham collectively.

They screamed in the cage, speaking nonsense, words that no one could understand, and made the basement of the entire police station smoky, like a group of worshipers of cults.

But as their leader, the clown sat quietly on the chair. He didn't speak, made no noise, and didn't even change his sitting posture. He seemed to be thinking about something.

On the wall not far away, the statement made by Harvey Dent 20 minutes ago was played on the TV. The more this is the case, the more he can show his work attitude.

Facing the reporter's question, Harvey realized it easily,

"Yes, I'm not Batman. I have dreamed of being a superhero since I was a child, but I can't be him. This operation is a well-planned capture of the Joker. He is a very dangerous criminal. We made They were the real heroes without sacrifice, and we just did what we had to do."

He looked at the camera and said very sincerely,

"We are confident that Gotham will quickly restore order. This arrest reflects our determination, but I still hope that the citizens can calm down. As long as we are united, people like clowns are not terrible. For Batman, I believe As a result of his status, I cannot comment too much on him, but personally, I have to thank him."

"If it wasn't for him, I would have met you in the form of a black and white photo."

"laugh..."

The clown showed a mocking smile. He closed his eyes and leaned against the railing of the cage. No one knew what he was thinking.

Outside the observation room of the cage, Gordon and the police are going through the clown's belongings. It is shocking that the lunatic has packed a full 23 pocket knives of various sizes in his clothes, but none of them Guns, he seems to be particularly fond of this kind of weapon that is actually not enough in deterrence.

"click"

The basement door was pushed open, and Gordon and Smith looked up to see an unexpected guest.

Surrounded by everyone, Mayor Nestor walked into the basement. He walked up to Gordon, who looked at him seriously,

"Director, you even hid it from me."

Gordon replied apologetically,

"Sorry, Mr. Mayor, but I have to protect my family, and only then can we catch him."

Nestor's expression suddenly became cheerful, he laughed and patted Gordon on the shoulder, and said to everyone,

"Look at our newly made chief, he really thought I was going to be harsh on him, no... Gordon, I just wanted to say, I almost thought I lost a really good friend, welcome back, yes With you here, I have full confidence in this city."

So the atmosphere in the basement became lively again. Some young police officers applauded, but there was an unpleasant applause mixed in. The mayor and Gordon turned their heads and saw sitting in the cage. The clown in the movie, without a smile on his face, seems to be very serious, but he is also applauding, and seems to be happy for Gordon's escape from death.

"So, this is the clown?"

Mayor Nestor approached the cage slightly, he looked at this dangerous person who turned Gotham upside down, and the clown also looked at him, with calm and hazy eyes, as if he was an ordinary person who was most in line with A criminal in the imagination of ordinary people.

But just 1 second later, the clown suddenly showed a smile, his eyes became crazy and joyful, and the two scars around his mouth squeezed together with the white paint on his face.

"Mr. Nestor, you are so close to a heinous criminal... Aren't you afraid of some accident that no one wants to see happen?"

Nestor was terrified by this smile, he took a step back subconsciously, and then saw the undisguised sarcasm in the clown's eyes, which made the mayor's mood suddenly turn bad, Gordon saw this In one scene, he took the initiative to step forward, relieved the mayor's embarrassment, and cut off the eye contact between Nestor and the clown with his body.

"Actually, Mr. Mayor, I have something else to tell you, why don't we go to the office to discuss it in detail."

Nestor realized that it was Gordon helping him again, he smiled kindly, patted Gordon on the shoulder,

"Go, heroes of Gotham, no matter how big things are, we must make way for heroes. Rest well tonight, spend time with your family, and we will talk tomorrow."

Gordon smiled embarrassedly, he suddenly remembered something, he asked,

"Where's Harvey?"

As Mayor Nestor walked out, he said casually, "I asked the people from the city hall to take him home. He is also a hero, and he also needs to rest."

The mayor left, but Gordon's body was frozen in place. He turned his head slowly, only to see the clown lying on the railing behind him. The guy tried to squeeze his face out of the railing, but he could only look He became more and more funny, looking at Gordon's serious gaze, he stretched out two fingers, flicked them in the air, and said innocently,

"Don't look at me like that... Didn't Harvey go back?"

As he said, he stuck his face in the railing and scratched his head, "Oh, maybe our hero also needs entertainment, go out and have fun at night, it's normal for young people, isn't it?"

Seeing Gordon's gloomy face, Sergeant Smith immediately stepped aside, took out his mobile phone and started dialing. After three busy signals, everyone realized the seriousness of the matter.

"I'll go find him right away."

"No."

Gordon stared at the clown, desperately suppressing his anger, "Put him in the interrogation room."

Twenty minutes later, all the police officers who had just relaxed in the entire police station were sent out to seize all clues and look for Harvey Dent. He is the latest hero in Gotham, and he is almost synonymous with the rule of law and order in Gotham. He had an accident, and the blow to the confidence of the people and the entire city was simply devastating.

And in the interrogation room, the clown put his hands on the table and swung his ten fingers back and forth. He was having a great time playing with himself. There was a relaxed expression on his face, as if everything was under control.

Wurz and other gang bosses, who had been frightened for a long time, handed over all their resources to the clown, demanding that there be only one, kill the red devil, and then kill Batman. People in despair can't help but tend to go crazy. Yes, Wurtz and the others are still living in prison.

They even offered to live in, especially after Maloney's horrific body was found in the alley, and their face was already torn to pieces.

They already know, they're in a big mess, they won't accept surrender, they won't negotiate, the only outcome is killing them all, they've been driven mad.

Gordon walked in, unplugged the monitoring machine in the interrogation room, and then sat opposite the clown. The light in the interrogation room was dim. It can be said that except for the clown and Gordon, the surrounding area was completely dark.

Gordon looked at him and whispered,

"Tell me, where is Harvey?"

The clown didn't even look at him, and continued to play with his fingers. After a few seconds, he asked,

"what time is it now?"

"What's the use of knowing the time? You should know that everyone here wants to kill you. Let's cooperate. At least you can save your life."

Gordon's tone was very blunt, he probably didn't even think that he would know useful clues from the clown, but upon hearing his words, the clown rolled his eyes,

"Look at me..."

Pointing to his face with a handcuffed finger, there was a "mild" smile on it, as if chatting with an old friend, and he smiled and said, "You think a person like me would care about a life Is it? Come on, man, I have higher ambitions."

He leaned lazily on the chair,

"As for timing, it's about whether our handsome Harvey will be in one place... or in several places."

"All right"

Gordon didn't check the time, but stood up and helped the clown uncuff the handcuffs. This action surprised the clown. Gordon glanced at him, and the director understood that when dealing with people like the clown, he couldn't follow the normal rules. Thinking, he shrugged, picked up his coffee cup,

"I know I can't convince you, so I found someone else."

As he walked out, he drank coffee, "I hope you can have a good chat."

"click"

The door was closed, and the lights in the entire interrogation room were fully turned on at this moment. Behind the clown, a black figure appeared there. Bruce reached out and held the clown's head. When he was caught off guard, he knocked his head against the edge of the table. edge.

"boom"

This collision is enough to make ordinary people scream, but it only made the clown let out a painful moan. He rubbed his bleeding head and looked up, looking at Batman sitting opposite him. He looked at the bat helmet , he said helplessly,

"Hey bastard, don't start from scratch, it will make the victim dizzy and make them feel less pain, this is a low-level technique!"

Batman didn't answer, the clown put down his hand and looked at him, a touch of excitement jumped out of his eyes, it was the excitement of a successful plan, under the big net, he said happily,

"Look, you are still here... You can't avoid this, you always don't cooperate, but this time, you will play this game, I know."

"This is a game specially prepared for you!"

"Where's Harvey?"

Bruce's voice muffled by the voice changer sounded in the interrogation room. He used to intimidate those criminals in this way. After inflicting violence, few people can persist, but the Joker is different. He doesn't care about Batman's problems at all. , he just said to himself,

"I want Batman to take off his visor, I just want to see how you do it, it's like a scale, you know?"

He stretched out his fingers and gestured on the table, "One side is human life, and the other is your identity. I want to know what you will do, hehe."

He leaned back in his chair, "You didn't let me down, you let 13 innocent people die, and you let poor Harvey take the blame for you, tsk tsk, even people like me feel cold-blooded, but don't worry , I will tell you Harvey's whereabouts, I will tell you, I will tell you everything!"

"Why do you want to kill me?"

Bruce asked, the clown made a shocked expression, he held his chin, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and said in a weird tone,

"Hahahahaha, hahahahaha! Hahahaha, what stupid things are you talking about? I don't want to kill you, I never thought of killing you! Without you, what can I do? Go back and take advantage of those gangsters?"

He stretched out his finger, pointed to Batman, then pointed to himself, and said meaningfully,

"No no no Batman, you complete me!"

"You're just a bastard who kills for money! You're no different from those damned killers!"

Batman said contemptuously, but this sentence stimulated the clown, he slammed the table, then calmed down,

"No, no, don't imitate them, you are different from them, you know? Even if you want to, you can't do it!"

He turned his head to look at the glass of the interrogation room, and seemed to be able to see the people standing on the other side. He seemed to be deliberately telling them what he said,

"You're a freak to them, just like me! When they need you, they'll sing your praises about you, as they've done for the past year, but when they don't, they'll drive you out, drive you out Letting you go is like treating a leper, wishing you would disappear immediately."

He waved his hands exaggeratedly, like a host of passionate speeches, Batman looked at him indifferently, the clown coughed lightly, he stood up, opened his arms,

"Dear audience, you may have heard about it from various places, but now, I still want to introduce it solemnly, making the audience tremble. The most rare and tragic mistake of the Creator is about to be presented to you!"

"Permit me to introduce to you... ordinary people! They have ordinary physical structures, and to compensate for this, so deformed values, fully inflated importance for human beings, boring social conscience, haggard and withered optimism, oh, That doesn't sound very hygienic, does it?"

The clown made a disgusted expression, his eyes were full of vicious teasing,

"The most disgusting thing is that they are fragile and value order and sobriety. Once they are under too much pressure... they will break!"

In the dim light of the room, he stood up, walked up and down, and then pretended to listen,

"Oh, I hear you guys asking how is this thing?"

"How else? How can this poor, pathetic monster survive in this harsh, unreasonable modern society? Sorry, my answer is that this may not be optimistic."

"Morality, norms, their so-called civilized rules, is a silly joke, lost in trouble, they're only good when it's peaceful, oh, I said the same thing to another Mr. Red, Do you know what he answered me?"

The clown spread his hands and smiled,

"He said I just wanted you to see that in times of crisis, these...these self-proclaimed civilized people, will kill each other with no qualms...they'll eat each other. Look, I think he sums it up That's right, I'm not really a demon...I'm just thinking ahead, or rather, retro."

"You want to know what I do right?"

The clown leaned forward, his voice became magnetic, "This is my game, you have to follow my rules, choose one of five... let me see, who will you save, the great hero Harvey , still an innocent little girl, still a wife waiting for her husband to return, still a little boy waiting for her father to return, and still a... powerful mayor."

"Justice, Purity, Loyalty, Courage, Power"

The clown stretched out five fingers, "Let me see, which one will you choose?"