Chapter 448: Dazzling Finale (Part 1)

Batman's arms began to tremble a little, and layers of phantoms appeared in front of his eyes. Those blue lights formed a blizzard in front of him that made his whole body chill.

At this moment, a soft "click" sounded in his ears, but it was like a heavy blow, hitting Batman's heart hard.

The door to the monitoring room opened.

Batman stood there, his body very stiff, and his entire leg muscles were exerting force. His limbs wanted to control him to turn around, but another voice in his mind told him not to do so.

because. Another bad premonition was constantly swirling in his mind, he knew it. All of this is a conspiracy arranged by the clown, and if he goes out through this door now, he will fall right into his trap.

For some reason, this time, Batman was no longer sure of victory, because the other clown he saw on the surveillance screen had Schiller's face.

Batman recalled the dark years when he first debuted. The place that impressed him most during this period was not the Gotham alleys full of criminals, but Schiller's office.

Did the clown become Schiller, or did Schiller become the clown?

Batman doesn't know, but he hopes it's the former. He hopes it's just a trick played by the Joker and not Schiller actually turning into the Joker.

Because if that was the case, he couldn't imagine what kind of torture he would face after leaving this door.

Batman took a deep breath, and finally turned around and strode out of the room. Before leaving, he glanced at the bat doll that fell on the ground.

In the banquet hall, the once gorgeously decorated tables and chairs were scattered aside, the gorgeous tablecloths were torn to the ground, and the silver candlesticks were broken by the impact. Except for the faint light coming from the blizzard, there was no longer anything here. light source.

Clark just lay in the mess, surrounded by these broken wreckage, blood flowing from his forehead, through his eyebrows, and fell straight to the ground.

At this time, the clown Schiller came over. He knelt down, looked at Clark's face, and said:

"Did you know? The man who wanted to crucify Jesus was called Judas."

“A book was written to record the misdeeds of Judas, and the teachings in this book were regarded as scripture.”

"But to this day, when people face a merciful, kind, just, and tolerant Son of God, everyone is Judas."

"Clark, do you know why this is?"

Schiller, who was wearing clown makeup, was different from the other clown. His voice was not so sharp, but low, and even revealed a gentleness:

But what he said was cruelly destroying Clark's last trace of faith, making it impossible for him to use prayer to relieve the pain.

"People only pray for God when they need Him. If they don't, they crucify Him, like Jesus, like you."

"No matter how perfect you are, they will find a reason to kill you, and when they don't need God, your perfection will become evidence of your guilt."

Clark closed his eyes in pain. His Adam's apple kept shaking up and down, as if he was swallowing saliva. Even the muscles on the side of his neck kept trembling. He turned his head to the other side, as if he wanted to avoid it. Schiller's voice is the devil's whisper that penetrates everywhere.

"No..." Clark wanted to deny, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't save anyone because they will be grateful to me. I just want to save people..."

"Even if the person you save actually wants to kill you?"

Clark's lower jaw trembled, and Schiller the clown tilted his head, looked into Clark's eyes and said, "When you think about this problem seriously, what are you thinking about?"

Clark closed his eyes again, his eyelashes trembling, and his lips pursed tightly, as if he didn't want to say the answer.

"You realize you're not that great, right?"

"When I asked the question just now, you realized that you actually couldn't completely forgive them."

"You are not so great that you must sacrifice your life to save a group of people who want to kill you."

"Why do you feel guilty for thinking this way?"

The clown Schiller kept staring at Clark's face. He asked in a very curious tone: "Do you really think of yourself as a god?"

"Does your idea really come from your kindness and justice, or does it mean that playing the role of a savior from above can make you feel happy?"

Clark's chest rose and fell faster and faster, and an emotion was brewing in his chest, but Schiller the clown continued:

"When they want to kill you, the most intense emotion you feel is the sadness and loss of being betrayed, or..."

"Want to laugh because of the expected stupidity of these humble creatures who are weaker than you?"

"That's enough." Another cold voice came, and a dark figure walked into the banquet hall. When he came in, there was still a chill from the wind and snow outside that had not dissipated on his body.

Another voice came from the hall that had been silent for a long time, causing many onlookers to walk out of the room. Someone shouted loudly:

"Hey, that weird clown! Why don't you do something yet?!"

"Hurry up and kill him! Otherwise he will lift the house again later and we will be thrown to death!"

"Yeah, what if that monster goes crazy? You are irresponsible for our lives and safety, why don't you kill him quickly?!"

Because of the last collision, everyone has some injuries, and most of these upper-class people did not start from the bottom, but have been educated since childhood. The pain makes their emotions more extreme. Everyone is screaming, asking the Joker to kill Clark quickly.

"Do you feel it?" Jack smiled and looked at Batman, saying, "They are afraid, now they are extremely afraid, but not because of you."

"They are afraid of this guy named Clark Kent, guess why? Because he hurt them, they feel pain, and feel fear for the greater pain that may come next."

"Batman, maybe you didn't expect that one day, the person who can bring the greatest fear to everyone is not you."

"If you want to take back this title, it's also very simple. Compared with pain, what they are more afraid of, you know better than me."

Jack opened his arms again and spun to the center of the patio, He looked up at the group of people, pointed at them, and said to Batman:

"They are just a group of ungrateful villains. Even if you kill them, you are just upholding justice!"

"Think about it!" The Joker chuckled and said, "The actors in the show defeated the terrible monster according to the script, but in the end they were killed by the audience who rushed onto the stage. How humorous."

Batman did not look at Jack the Clown, but turned his head and looked at Schiller the Clown. He said in a very affirmative tone: "This is a dream, right?"

"Why do you think so?" Schiller the Clown did not look back, still staring at Clark, as if he was curious about his reaction.

But Batman suddenly became nervous, because Schiller's tone made him feel very familiar, just like every time he came to Schiller's office and accepted Schiller's questions.

"The timeline doesn't match. In addition, there are more weird details. The most important thing is that you are not the Joker..."

"Why do you think I am not?"

"Professor Schiller is not the Joker."

The Joker Schiller finally stood up from in front of Clark. He came to the opposite side of Batman and looked at him and said:

"If this is a dream, what are you going to do? Do you think you can break free?"

"What you don't know is that since the last time I entered the dream, I have been able to control the power in my heart." Batman narrowed his eyes and said, referring to the black tide that erupted from his dream at the beginning.

"That's enough to defeat this dream."

When his voice fell, the ground began to tremble slightly, and then the trembling became faster and faster. The entire mayor's mansion began to shake, and everyone turned to look out the window, looking at the place where the "rumbling" sound of the waves came from.

At the end of the horizon, a black line suddenly appeared, and in a flash, it came to the front. It was an endless black wave, like a gluttonous mouth that swallowed everything.

The highest wave peak was far higher than the top of the spire of the mayor's manor. In front of this black behemoth, the originally magnificent manor was as small as a grain of sand on the beach.

At the moment the wave hit, the glass of the window shattered, and the black tide hit the two people farthest from the patio like a cannon.

They didn't even have the chance to scream. When they were hit by the water cannon with huge pressure, they turned into minced meat, and their limbs and blood spurted out together, hitting the railing of the patio and falling into the banquet hall.

In an instant, the black tide stopped, and Batman's expression froze.

Because all this was too real.

Blood fell on Batman's mask, and the strong smell of blood rushed into his nose. He could even see fine muscle lines between the broken limbs, and fat, internal organs, and brain matter were clearly visible.

Suddenly, a fierce laugh broke out in the banquet hall, and the clown Schiller almost bent over with laughter.

Soon, he slowly stood up, looked at Batman and said, "Have you forgotten? I am a psychology professor."

"Why didn't you consider that this might be a trap I set?"

"I deliberately did the wrong things at the wrong time, made all kinds of weird details, and arranged unreasonable plots to make you think that all this was a dream..."

"But what if I tell you that this is not a dream?"

Batman's hands began to tremble, and the strong smell of blood surrounded him. The screams of fear from those who witnessed the death of their companions burst out, screaming, wailing, crying, everything seemed so real.

"...Impossible." Batman still maintained his last bit of rationality, but his voice began to tremble: "I don't have such power in reality."

"Really? Then what about the battle that broke out over the living hell that day?"

But at this time, the clown Schiller suddenly said:

"You guessed right, this is indeed a dream."

This answer is like the end of the performance, but some comedies have just begun after the curtain falls. The clown Schiller's ups and downs echoed in the banquet hall:

"Batman, you call yourself a hero who upholds justice, walking in the dark night of Gotham, and regard yourself as the god of Gotham."

"But when you fight crime, when you use your advanced equipment to beat criminals and break their bones, and listen to their wailing..."

"Does your motivation for this behavior really come from your kindness and justice, or does it make you happy to play the role of a destroyer with the power of life and death?"

The clown Schiller wiped the blood off his face with his hand. Unlike the other clown, he always had a playful smile on his face. He was more like a philosopher.

"Answer me, Batman."

"Just now, at the moment when I told you that this might not be a dream..."

"Look at them..." Joker Schiller stretched out his hand, pointed at the broken limbs on the ground, and said: "Look at this group of weak and lowly creatures, this group of ungrateful Judas who sent their benefactors to the gallows..."

"Look at this group of villains who let you witness all this and make you feel extremely disappointed in human nature..."

"Look at them, because of your great divine power, when they get the punishment they deserve..."

"When you learn that the price they have to pay is not just waking up from a nightmare, but being killed, dismembered, and crushed into pieces by you, and dying in great pain-"

"Do you have a moment when you want to laugh?"