Chapter 31 Because I am Batman (Ch 828193224)

“Bruce, this is sincerity.”
On a narrow street in Gotham’s Berleley district, the street lights are dim and the exterior walls of the houses are mottled.
Superman takes Batman to a house and leaves.
The room was dimly lit, with a shattered light bulb providing no illumination. The only light came from a computer that clearly did not fit in with the house.
As Batman approaches, Luthor’s face appears on the screen.
Instead of letting Superman continue to be the messenger, he decided to have a direct conversation. He looked directly at Batman with a serious and solemn look:
“I want to work with you.”
“Kill the Joker?” Batman still retains the ability to turn a question into an affirmative sentence.
Luther was a little surprised. He thought he had not revealed any such thoughts.
“Because I’m Batman.”
Well, this sentence is more convincing.
There is no need for trust between smart people, what they have is tacit understanding.
Luthor was about to ask him what he needed, but Batman continued, “Give up, he can’t die.”
So Luther had to ask: “Why?”
“You can try.” He didn’t explain.
But Luthor also gave up the idea and talked about the second thing: “Let Batman be killed by the Joker.”
That is, Batman died at the hands of the Joker.
“Give me the spine of the clown.”
“make a deal.”
Batman took the can from Superman, which contained a clear liquid and a pale spine.
“I haven’t figured out anything.” Luther looked a little regretful: “Even if I transfer it to someone else’s body, it won’t work.”
He didn’t ask Batman what he wanted this thing for, and Batman didn’t mean to explain, he just said:
“You’re still trying to kill the Joker.”
“Right.” Luther smiled slightly: “When Batman dies, the Joker will disappear soon… Of course, it is also possible that a Joker hero will appear in Gotham.”
Luthor somehow learned of the Joker’s strange relationship with Batman and used this to make the Joker non-existent.
Batman agreed.
In the current situation, Batman’s identity is more of an obstacle, bringing bad luck to Wayne, causing riots in Gotham, and causing public opinion to ferment.
For a superhero, having his identity exposed is a very dangerous thing, especially when he is a celebrity who is the focus of everyone’s attention.
For Batman, this identity can neither allow him to become an agent of fear again, nor can he cooperate with the government to become a legitimate hero.
Although retaining his identity would allow him convenience in certain aspects, giving it up is not unacceptable.
The only problem is that when “Batman” dies, the “Bruce Wayne” to whom he is bound also dies.
“Aren’t we going to Arkham?!”
Lucien watched the clown laugh and drive the car extremely bumpy.
“Why are you racing!?”
The clown whistled: “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time! Such a nice car… I should hit it with something!”
After a loud noise, the Batmobile overturned the police car on the side of the road and drove away without stopping.
“Say no more!”
“Haha! Boy, don’t you realize someone is chasing us?”
Lucien wanted to look out the car window, but the clown had scratched all the glass with props before driving. Lucien couldn’t see anything and answered in disbelief:
“How could I possibly find out!”
“You have to see what you can see clearly!” The clown laughed.
“What the hell can I see?!”
“You can see me clearly!”
Lucien looked at “Lucien”, narrowed his eyes, and gradually approached, until the pupils of the two people were touching.
“Hey! I can’t see clearly!” the clown protested.
“Tell me how to see clearly and leave immediately!” Lucian threatened bluntly.
The reason why the illusion is an illusion is that it is translucent and will not even block your vision if you concentrate.
But the clown acted as if he couldn’t see anything. The car was twisting and turning, but he wasn’t worried at all. He smiled and said, “I haven’t felt the adrenaline rush in a long time!”
“Haha! That’s it! Let us all be killed!”
Lucien pulled back and frowned at him, shocked.
The Joker today is completely different from the gentleman, weird and elegant one he is familiar with. He has been like this ever since he got on the car, more like a madman than a madman and more like a psychopath than a psychopath.
Sometimes Lucien couldn’t communicate normally with him.
He could only attribute it to: “Are you so excited to see Batman soon?”
“You don’t understand! You don’t understand!” The clown stepped hard on the accelerator: “This is a game! This is our last game!”
Lucien was confused.
Did I miss something?
Why did you suddenly become so crazy?
“Baby! Listen to me! When this is over, you will be the real protagonist!”
“I don’t understand!”
“Just watch!”
“I don’t fucking want to watch it!”
The clown suddenly stepped on the brakes, then swerved the steering wheel, and with the harsh sound of tires scratching on the asphalt road, he successfully completed a drift: “Fun!”
“Your mother!” Lucian was so frightened that he even forgot that he was hallucinating. He was about to pull the seat belt to fasten himself. When he came to his senses, he cursed:
“Haven’t you ever played Bang Bang Cars! No childhood shit!”
But with a loud explosion, Lucien realized he had misunderstood the clown.
“Why the hell are there still bombs?”
“I told you! Someone is chasing us!”
Lucien pressed his eyes to the glass, making sure he could see nothing.
“Isn’t it obvious?” The Joker stepped on the accelerator and drifted: “You’ve seen it!”
“What the hell have I seen!”
“Kill the Clown Gang!” The Clown stopped keeping the secret: “They’re here to kill the Clown!”
“Hahaha!!”
If someone used a drone to take an aerial photo over Gotham at this moment, they would be surprised to find that vehicles from all directions were gradually surrounding them in one direction. They were chasing and intercepting them with artillery shells and guns, while the vehicles being chased were twisting and turning, always keeping a distance from them.
“Why are they chasing us!” In Lucien’s impression, this gang had blocked Batman in the Gotham Court not long ago.
“Because I’m Batman.” A deep and hoarse voice came from under the bat suit, followed by another laugh: “Because I’m Batman!”
Lucien was still confused: “But how do they know Batman is here?! It’s just the two of us, I can’t be an undercover agent!”
“Haha! I told them!” The clown laughed even more happily.
Each of those cars has a small radar system, and the small red dot in it represents the position of “Batman”. As they are entangled with “Batman”, they are gradually approaching one direction.
——Arkham Asylum.