Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Poof"

Sitting in the truck and experiencing a reverse rollover, the clown felt spinning in the sky. After the truck turned over, all the glassware was broken at this moment, and his face was cut, blood was everywhere, but he Fortunately, the guy next to him was stabbed in the heart by a large piece of glass, and he had already died.

He climbed out of the broken window with difficulty, carrying an automatic rifle in his hand. He first fell to the ground, breathed for a few seconds, and then climbed up from the ground with a gun.

He walked staggering, just like the drunk drunk, he fell down twice at the start, it seems that the shock just now affected his sense of balance, but his expression was very pleasant, his hands were holding With a rifle, he saw Batman rushing towards him from a deserted street ahead, riding on a motorcycle.

The clown's entire face was filled with a weird smile. He grabbed the rifle and shot wildly in front. At this distance, the bullet had no power at all, but Cyber ​​knew what he wanted to do.

Just like the matador wearing a red cloak, he tried to irritate Batman. He threw away his rifle. He stood on the spot and watched the bat motorcycle with huge wheels rush toward him.

He didn't even think about avoiding it.

Under the dim streetlight of Gotham, at the intersection of darkness and halo, he stood there, the smile on the face covered with oil paint and blood became more and more, as if this dead place of no one was him Stage, he is waiting for the appearance of another dance partner.

"Come on, come on."

He murmured, his eyes widened and stared at Batman who was closer and closer. He looked carefully, his body was a little trembling, and Cyber ​​looked at all this in the shadow of the side, he took all His eyes are on the clown. This man is very strange. This is the most unique of all the villains he has seen before and now.

He is mad, but he has thoughtful thinking that is completely free from the rules of civilization and morality.

He was stubborn and stubbornly pursued what he always wanted to do, even if it was just an idea that burst out of his mind.

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

It's like a contradictory mixture. His existence itself is the best embodiment of human chaos. He is already abnormal. He always stands at a higher level to look at all the problems he encounters, and then has Weird but useful means to solve.

Cyber ​​didn't even take a look at Bruce. In this case, Bruce would know what choice he would have made. He knew what the clown wanted to do.

In fact, his chase has never changed. He asked Bruce to take off his mask. More specifically, he wanted Bruce to break the principles he set himself, because he didn't believe those at all.

Everything he does, horror, murder, crime, all these aims are to prove that Batman is just hypocrisy, he wants to prove that on some levels, Batman is not different from him, for this reason, he will even Pay your own life as the price of the game.

The noise of the bat motorcycle's engine became louder and louder, and Bruce fell on the body. The light in his eyes became colder and colder. When Cyber ​​was about to kill the clown, he stopped it, but the price he paid was innocent. People died one after another.

There is simply no right answer to this choice of humanity, but everything the clown does actually transfers that pressure to his shoulders, and every day I see innocent people die because of him, Bruce’s heart The guilt will be stronger.

He looked at the clown standing in the light of the street lamp with his hands spread out. He could even see the mockery on the oil-painted face, expecting a mixed smile of excitement, and a dangerous thought beating in Bruce's heart.

"Bump it!"

A voice echoed in his mind, "Bump it! Just hit it, it will be a hundred!"

Bruce’s bottom line is shaking indistinctly. 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 the peace of life will be Was completely broken, and his life.

That planned life will also be completely destroyed.

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

Bruce gritted his teeth, and the speed of the bat motorcycle was getting faster and faster. At the moment when he heard the deepening of the shadow, the smile on the face of the clown became more and more. As a very experienced person who manipulated the heart, he knew He can feel that the stupid principle Batman insists on is breaking through.

In the dim light, in the black oil paint, the light in his eyes became more and more intense, like a blazed flame, and the more it burned, the more prosperous, which meant that what he pursued was already at his fingertips.

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

The clown muttering continued, he spread his arms like he was about to hug the impact, at the speed of the bat motorcycle and the accumulated kinetic energy, this time really hit, the clown has ten lives. Will die instantly.

But life...if it’s not for pursuing what you want, what's the point?

Is it really necessary to live like a normal person for a lifetime?

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

This is true fairness, isn't it?

"what!!"

Bruce, who was swinging between dangerous thoughts, roared, seemingly to inspire himself to break through the **** he shot, the distance between the two was less than 50 meters, and it was almost over in a blink of an eye, and the clown's voice was also at this moment. Began to growl,

"Bump me! Come on! Break it!"

"I can not!"

"boom"

At the last moment, he finally jumped in the direction. At the highest speed, he almost passed the clown. The sharp turn at this speed is like suicide, even a high-performance locomotive like a bat motorcycle Unable to bear this rapid deflection, the engine stalled, and he even drove the car away from the clown and twitched it twice on the ground.

The bat motorcycle hit the wreckage of the truck, and Bruce was thrown out. He fell to the ground and seemed to be in a coma.

"Cut, is that all?"

The clown took his life back, but he didn't have any joy. He clutched his hair in frustration, like a bad-tempered kid.

"Ahhhhhh!"

He turned around and looked at Batman on the ground. He tilted his head and seemed to be interested again. He stood there thinking for a while, then whistle happily and put his hand into his pocket and took it out A black switchblade, humming a weird song, while shaking his hand, stepping on some cheerful pace, walked towards Batman.

"You can't always learn, ha! You think you can't be destroyed, ha!"

He licked his bright red lips. He looked at the black bat that had lost his resistance. His eyes squeezed. A villain from the clown who had crawled out of the truck reached out his hand and wanted to remove Batman’s face shield. But just when his finger touched the connection between the face armor and the armor, a beating blue electric flower flew him out.

The clown screamed and rushed over to kick the guy down. He used a knife on the neck of the guy and said very seriously,

"he's mine!"

Looking at the eyes filled with some kind of excitement, the guy of the clown shivered and responded insanely,

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The clown patted his face with satisfaction, imitating the appearance of being shocked, and made a bad-looking grimace. Then he half-kneeled beside the unconscious Batman, and he used a knife to make a gesture on his neck. There was a surprise mixed with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It was like receiving a courier, but found that the merchant sent the wrong contradiction, he also seemed to hesitate to remove this visor, because once removed, it means the game is over.

But he hasn't played enough yet...

This hesitation did not last long.

"Kaka"

The two guns were pointed at his head from two directions. The clown turned his head. Behind him were two heavy policemen with hoods and helmets.

They took off their masks, revealing their hidden faces, the guys who were supposed to be dead and who were missing.

Jim Gordon, John Blake, pointing their guns at the clown's head, left and right, forcing him to stand up from the ground, the clown with a trace of anger, a bit of discomfort, and a trace of relaxation, obeyed the knife in his hand Threw away, stood up, and when Robin handcuffed him on his arm, he kept complaining,

"Damn...Why do you always do this, and always show up when I have the most fun!"

While being imprisoned in the prison car, the clown was sitting there. Before the door was closed, he said to Gordon, who was looking at him "sincerely,"

"You also learned the rules of the game, right?"

"My dear Gordon, I am so happy... welcome to join the game again."

Gordon ignored him, slammed his hand and closed the door, turned to look at Sheriff Smith, two middle-aged men hugged each other, patting each other's back,

"This is great, Gordon...you are not dead, this is great."

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

Robin stood in the dark, in front of him, a man with a ghostly face with his left arm propped on his chin. He took a deep breath, looked at Cyber, and whispered,

"I caught him."

"Ok?"

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

He took off the ghost face in the dark and looked at Robin. The two of them faced each other. Robin's eyes did not dodge this time, he whispered,

"I went to New York to see my dad. He was trained to see Catherine. She also had friends in that school. She chatted with Mr. Charles and 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 didn’t like them very much, my profession, my ideals told me that I shouldn’t be with them too. Too close."

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

"I used to do that, but Mr. Charles told me that I shouldn’t ignore the people around me for the sake of ideals. I’ve been thinking about this along the way, thinking about you, Kevin, Catherine, and others. They treat me What it means, I used to be dependent on my dad, Mr. Gordon was my life mentor, for a while, I hated you very much, and even refused Catherine...I think you broke my life, Kevin their Joining makes my life and my ideals a mess."

Cyber ​​yawned, he said impatiently,

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

Although very polite, in the darkness, Cyber's eyes softened.

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

Robin pointed to the slowly activated prison car over there. "As you told me, only by jumping out of that circle can you do what you want without being affected. Only by becoming a ghost can you catch the fleeting fleet. Opportunity, I used actual actions to atone for sins, and I helped Kevin avenge them, in my way."

"So, welcome back."

Cyber ​​put on the ghost face again, and his voice became angry, "My brother."

A moment later, the black battle axe restarted, and Cyber ​​turned back,

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