In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1015: The clown’s bad luck (Part 1)
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Watching the police take the unconscious Jonathan away, Batman turned his head and stared at the water stains on the dining table. Under the faint light, he showed a dreamy and charming color.
After leaving the alley of Green Street, Batman wanted to go to the tall building next to him and call for the plane, but just as he turned the corner of Green Street, he saw the bright light of the truck headlights on the wall, illuminating There are very obvious arc marks.
The light circle of the headlights got closer and closer to Batman, until it shone on his face, and a huge truck drove towards him. Batman narrowed his eyes, but he didn't dodge at all. The car stopped less than one meter in front of him.
Batman looked up and saw a pale face. The clown grinned and smiled at Batman. Then, he rolled down the car window, propped his elbows on the bottom of the car window, and poked his head out. Car window, looked at Batman and said: "Look at our big hero, another evil criminal has been arrested today!"
"Such a chaotic and crazy Gotham should have made me very happy, but I have been very sad recently. It's all because of you! Batman! You're not in Gotham, and I can't even talk to anyone. No!"
The clown lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but he didn't smoke it. He just let the smoke drift out from the car window. Batman looked up and looked at the front of the truck that was close at hand.
This giant truck is like a terrifying monster. If it was in the past, he would never allow the truck driven by this lunatic to get so close to him.
Because Batman doesn't know if the Joker will step on the gas pedal. If he does, Batman will have nowhere to hide. Before that, he would never trust his life safety to a lunatic thinking.
In the past, he always felt that these lunatics were chaotic and crazy, completely incomprehensible, but now, Batman feels that they are no different from one math problem after another. Although each problem is different, the core theory and formula , are completely consistent.
So Batman said, "Can you give me a ride?"
The clown flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers and shook his head towards the car. Batman walked to the other side of the car door, opened the car door, and sat on it. The clown skillfully put the cigarette in his mouth and held it with both hands. The steering wheel, like a seasoned taxi driver, asks, "Where are you going?"
"Rodriguez Manor," Batman replied.
When the truck starts, there is always a rumbling sound. When the engine is running, the tremor from industrial power is like a symphony with a fast rhythm.
Batman heard a "cluck" sound coming from the back compartment, he turned his head to look at the clown and said, "Professor Victor told me, you and other truck drivers, help transport those frozen trucks." Crazy citizens who live here solve the big troubles in Gotham City."
"What kind of trouble is this to you?" The clown said while driving: "If Batman was around, there must be a more efficient way, instead of being like us poor citizens who can only Use the most stupid way."
"I didn't mean to leave Gotham alone."
As soon as Batman's words hit the ground, the clown's fingers tightened. He lowered his head and let the shattered hair on his forehead cover his eyes. The corner of his mouth let the lipstick he painted on his face smudge, which made the smile on his face look brighter.
"...Some accidents happened, and I had to go to another world to solve some troubles, so I can only hand it over to Gordon Victor and the gangsters. I heard that you cooperate well with the gangsters?" Batman turned to look at the Joker.
The Joker just paused for a moment, then shrugged and said, "Yeah, Lord Batman, of course I'll do it right, because if we don't do it right, you see a messy, dirty, broken garden, They will definitely whip us, woo woo woo..."
"In your mind, is this the image of the Wayne Group?" Batman seemed a little relaxed, he leaned his back on the back of the chair, and said, "Although, I did not participate in the rescue of Gotham. Come, but this journey did tell me something."
Batman is like a wanderer returning from a trip, he wants his friends to share the beautiful moments of the journey, but the clown's hand is clenched, and he looks a little nervous instead.
"I was told that the Wayne Group was wrong, but not in our business strategy or development plan, but in our existence."
"As long as capitalists like me exist, people at the bottom like you will never have a happy life. Do you think this theory is correct?" Batman asked while looking at the Joker.
"This should be divided into two questions." Suddenly, the clown's tone became deep, like a philosopher who is talking while thinking, he said: "If you don't exist, Gotham will become more Okay? Wouldn’t the world be a better place if capitalists didn’t exist?”
"Isn't this a problem?"
The clown shook his head vigorously, and when the green chicken nest head shook, it looked a little funny, and he said: "I guess, you must be full of noble consciousness now, thinking that burning yourself can save me, thinking that as long as you burn yourself By donating the Wayne Group, Gotham can be saved..."
"But you're not a capitalist, someone will be, Batman, what I've been telling you all along is, don't try to save those who are less noble than you, let alone sacrifice yourself for them, because, that Not worth it at all..."
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"You have to love yourself, of course you have to love yourself, you are the most perfect genius in this world, you are far away from me and other ordinary people." The clown's tone became much calmer, and the truck kept moving forward Open, but from the muscle traces in his arms when he turned a corner, it can be seen that his mood at this time is actually not as calm as he appears.
"Capitalists do not exist, without oppression and exploitation, everyone is equal... But do you think they will be satisfied?" The clown shook his head slightly and said, "If I and other truck drivers, Life is ten times better than it is now, no, not ten times better, maybe a hundred times, a thousand times, and by then, each of us will have a big house, a yacht, and each of us will be Bruce Wayne."
"But, no one will be satisfied." The clown steered the truck around a corner again, and said, "If all of us have a hundred houses, then someone must want a hundred and one houses." .”
"If it is to be used for living, then one house is enough, and the extra house he wants is just to be higher than others."
"Batman, you have to understand that human beings are so ugly. They spend their entire lives resorting to all kinds of despicable methods just to trample their own kind under their feet and satisfy their greedy desire and vanity."
"Even if you donate all your wealth to make all the people in this world have enough food and clothing, they will not be grateful to you, they will only think, why don't you choose them and let them be all The most special one among people, above all others.”
"And if you really elected the manager, or just gave him an empty reputation higher than others, they will not appreciate you, they will only feel that this is what they deserve, yes due to one's own wisdom, courage and other good qualities."
"They will even look down on you because of this, and even dissatisfied that you want to replace them. They will even think you are stupid, and feel that if they are in your position, they will definitely not care about other people's lives."
"Wake up, Batman, no one in this world understands you. Those you save are not your people. What you sacrifice, nothing can be exchanged for."
The clown turned his head to look at Batman. Under the light of the car lights, their faces were equally pale, so there was a bit of similarity. The clown whispered: "They are not worthy of your devotion."
"What about you?" Batman asked.
The clown was stunned, and he repeated: "...what did you say?"
"I said, what about you? Do you think you are worthy of my devotion?" Batman looked back at the clown, and the moment their eyes met, the clown turned his head away first.
"Suppose, I give all my wealth, in exchange for you to live the life you really want, I mean, not your life as a criminal now, but, what you once wanted, what you once wanted The kind of life that has seen hope..."
"Jack, if I did this, would you choose not to be a criminal?"
With a sound of "Zi La", the piercing sound of brakes came, and the clown lay down on the steering wheel. When he straightened up, blood flowed from his forehead, and the blood flowed to the corner of his eyes, staining half of his side red Cheek, he looked at Batman with a sincere look like a child and said:
"Batman, you're crazy!"
"I'm not crazy." Batman shook his head and said, "Before I came here, I took a sufficient amount of medicine according to the doctor's advice. My thinking is very clear now, so I can make such a hypothesis."
Batman asked again: "If I was willing to abandon everything I have to save you, let you go back to the moment when you were most hopeful, and choose again, would you still go on this road?"
The clown held the steering wheel with his hands, and he looked out the windshield at the road.
It's raining again in Gotham. When the rain sprinkles on the ground, under the light of the car lights, a layer of mist rises, as if the ground is smoking.
"I know that I have made many mistakes in the past, and the biggest one is that I was not determined enough."
"If I really want to fight criminals, I shouldn't be stingy with all my strength. Whether it's Batman or the Wayne Group, as long as I think about it, when the huge capital machine is activated, all crimes will be wiped out by me. Even if the price is becoming an evil dictator."
"And if I want to save the people, I shouldn't divide them into criminals and ordinary people because of my own personal hatred. If I want to save, I must save everyone, including the criminals I hate the most, including You, Jack, whether they deserve to be saved or not, and whether they want to be saved."
The clown's body suddenly trembled, and his chest began to heave violently. He covered his face with his hands, and then slid down slowly, until the red bloodshot inside his eyelids were all visible at a glance.
"Which way do you think I took?" Batman asked, looking at him.
Suddenly, the clown showed a smile, but in the eyes of Batman, this smile was not as crazy as before, but with some begging and humbleness.
The clown bent down and took out a flashlight from the tool box next to the driver's seat. With that humble smile, he looked at Batman and said:
"Batman, do you want to hear a joke?"
Without waiting for Batman's answer, the Joker pushed open the driver's door and rushed into the Gotham rain. Before the truck, he turned on the flashlight, and the beam of light shot straight into the sky.
The clown wiped the rainwater from his eyes with some difficulty, and said with some stumbling: "Look, there is a pillar here, as long as I climb up this pillar, I can pass through the rain clouds won't get wet."
"But I can't climb, you know, why can't I climb?"
Batman looked at him silently, Joker held the flashlight in front of him, let the beam of light cover his eyes, put his hand on the switch, and looked into Batman's eyes.
The clown sucked his nose hard, shrugged his shoulders again, bent his eyes into an arc with a smile, and his figure looked a bit stooped. On him, Batman saw those old people he had seen before. This kind of familiar flattery, like every little person living at the bottom of Gotham.
But suddenly, his facial expression became ferocious again, the muscles around the nose became tense, and his facial features wrinkled into a ball, he raised his lips to expose his teeth, and said through gritted teeth:
"I will never allow a perfect genius to burn himself, turn into a ladder, and send those ugly idiots to heaven!"
"Batman...they don't deserve it!"
The clown turned off the flashlight~IndoMTL.com~ and slammed it on the ground, the parts splashed, he looked at Batman, and said word by word:
"If one day, you really want to save all the idiots here, then leave me a rainy night in Gotham, say goodbye forever to your dear friend and respectable opponent, I will never With those ugly, dirty and stupid ordinary people!"
"What if I choose you?" Batman asked.
The clown froze there, and he repeated again in disbelief: "...what did you say?"
"You don't want to be saved at the same time as the ugly, dirty and stupid ordinary people in your mouth, so what if I choose you between the two of you?"
"You won't...you can't! Of course you...of course you don't..." The clown roared, "I'm a criminal! I've tried to kill you so many times! I can create an explosion right now Eucalyptus, blow up half of Gotham!"
Just as Batman was about to speak, the Joker yelled angrily: "Stop making assumptions, Batman!! I know, you learned a lot of words from that psychology professor of yours!! Just to **** me off!! You can't do that!!!"
"Among the citizens of Gotham you have always wanted to save, and the evil criminals who have the same hatred with you, how could you choose criminals?! There is no logic to support you to do so!!!"
Batman was sitting on the seat of the truck, looking down at the Joker. Although his actual position is indeed higher than the Joker, there is no doubt that he still occupies the high point in terms of momentum.
He looked directly into the clown's eyes for the first time, and said calmly:
"Then guess, why did I abandon Gotham before?"