Once, a man in a long purple suit told a joke to a man dressed as a bat.
The joke goes like this—
Once upon a time, in a mental hospital, there were two people.
One night, they decide to escape the mental institution together.
They climbed onto the roof, and the cityscape stretched out in the moonlight, and the road before them led to a world of freedom.
However, in front of them, there was a narrow gap between the two buildings.
The first man jumped over easily, but his friend did not dare to jump because he was afraid that he would fall.
So the first guy had an idea, and he said to his friend, "Hey! I've got a flashlight, and when I turn it on, I'll shine the light between two buildings, and you'll be able to step on it."
But the second person shook his head and said, "What? Do you think I'm crazy?"
"You're sure to turn off the flashlight when I'm halfway there!"
...
In the hazy moonlight, the Batmobile speeds down the street.
Wayne in the car... we'll have to call him that for now... looked serious.
His destination is undoubtedly the carnival that has been abandoned for many years.
For a man with the same reasoning abilities as the real Bruce Wayne... Solving Feng Bujue's riddle wasn't too difficult.
The "flashlight" that Brother Jue left him is like a key, and the lock corresponding to this key... As early as this afternoon, Feng Bujue had left it in the Arkham Asylum.
"Water... where there is water... huge wheels, wooden boards, weeds, and... pink elephants..."
This passage was said by Feng Bujue when he was talking with Dr. Quinn. There is no doubt that it has been recorded verbatim by the recording pen.
At first glance, this seems to be the nonsense of a mental patient, but in fact, Feng Bujue is using the fragmented information associated with visual graphics to point to a specific location; this location... or... "This picture ", he has seen it in a comic, and that comic is one of the most famous and classic stories in the Batman series of comics - "Deadly Joke".
There are quite a lot of pages in this story, including its final high C...all happened in that deserted carnival.
Anyone who has a certain understanding of Batman comics will have an impression of that location; needless to say... the Wayne who "has the ability to prevent many villains from being blackened first" must also know where the carnival is.
Of course, there are thousands of stories about Batman, and such a description that sounds endless may be too vague; therefore, Feng Bujue used another "fatal joke" related Something—a flashlight, showing Wayne the way.
When they met for the second time on the top floor of the Twin Towers, Feng Bujue and Wayne obviously already knew that the other party was also a "traveler from another world". The difference is that Wayne figured this out in the submarine, while Jue Ge understood it earlier... So, Feng Bujue prepared the flashlight in advance, and said when he threw it, " I'll wait for you 'over there'" line.
So far, Juege's layout has been completed.
And Wayne... After returning to Bat D, he immediately took the flashlight to the instrument for a comprehensive analysis, and at the same time retrieved Arkham's video and audio materials, and quickly browsed them.
About forty minutes later, he heard the words left by brother Jue, combined with the clues from the flashlight, it didn't take long for him to deduce exactly where the "there" in the other party's mouth was.
...
woo—
On the highway in the suburbs, the sound of engines tore through the night sky.
Wayne in this universe is not driving the "real" armored Batmobile in Nolan's film, but a Tim Burton-style "super" Batmobile; The shell, the exaggerated turbo suction port... all integrated under the unified design style of Gothic, this is the shape of the classic bat equipment.
Ka-bum-
Just when the Batmobile was about to drive to the entrance of the carnival, suddenly, amidst the beeping of large-scale equipment being powered on, dozens of bright beams of light lit up in the dark night, focusing on the center of the road.
At this moment, in the middle of the road, stood a man, a man in a long purple suit.
Through the display screen in the car, Wayne can see the whole picture of the opponent without being affected by the light. The state of wearing gloves.
Wayne didn't know what that meant, and he didn't care about such details.
Within two seconds, he made a decision, stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and rushed straight towards the opponent.
"Heh..." Facing the rapidly approaching Batmobile, Feng Bujue showed a smile on his face, "Good time..." He opened his arms and shouted loudly, "Come on!"
The roar of the engine was approaching, showing no signs of slowing down.
"Come on! Hit me!" Feng Bujue was still standing in the middle of the road, in the center of those lights, without any intention of retreating.
"Madman..." Seeing Brother Jue's actions, Wayne in the car couldn't help giving such an evaluation to himself.
boom!
Two seconds later, the collision happened.
Wayne did speculate that Feng Bujue had superpowers, but he didn't think that the other party's abilities were strong enough to withstand this shock.
A Batmobile weighing more than two tons crashes into a target at a speed of more than two hundred kilometers, and the kinetic energy it generates is about 510 million joules... A human being like Feng Bujue who weighs about one hundred catties uses this energy to move He evaporated enough.
However, the scene at the time of the collision was...
At the moment when the front of the Batmobile was about to hit him, Brother Jue raised his foot and "stopped" the whole car.
At that moment, with Juege's feet as the center, the surrounding ground instantly shattered, forming a large sunken crater; the stopped Batmobile also began to change under the action of inertia, and the whole car seemed to be squeezed. folded up like a pop can...
However, the material of this Batmobile is really astonishing. Its hardness and toughness are far beyond the limit of what human beings can achieve with the current technological level. , is only "compressed and deformed" to a certain extent.
Bang—
Immediately afterwards, the movable hatch on the upper rear of the Batmobile (the 1989 version of the Batmobile entered and exited by moving the hatch integrated with the windshield) was ejected; Some kind of "pop-up device" flew away, but was punched by the person in the car...
"ho~" Feng Bujue looked at the unscathed man who slowly stood up from the almost flattened cabin, and said in a lazy tone, "Isn't he dead?"
"That's what..." Wayne stepped out of the cabin, looked down at Brother Jue in front of him, and said in his voice as if he had advanced throat cancer, "... I should say it."
Feng Bujue will naturally not die, he has already made a deal with Dr. Manhattan; relying on the doctor's ability to control particles, decompose and recombine, ignore the law of causality, etc., cooperate with him to bring [Kongtong Seal], and [Tiangang Disha] The energy stored in it so far... Brother Jue has recovered his lost equipment and skills, and... he has become stronger.
Wayne will not die either, although he inside the car also endured the same impact as Feng Bujue outside the car, but tonight he... is very well prepared, this level of damage is nothing at all.
"This suit on you... is very similar to 'hell bat (hellbat, hell bat armor, appeared in the new 52 era of DC, designed by Bruce Wayne, and other members of the Justice League jointly completed the manufacture)'." Although Wayne did not answer Juege Brother Jue continued what he said just now, "But you and I both know...the Justice League in this universe does not have Superman and Green Lantern, that is to say...the two most critical parts of this suit—the shell and the cloak (strength) It is extremely high, and can change shape at will according to the user's will like the green light creation, or even separate)... is impossible." He paused, "Even if you can use some kind of substitute to solve the material problem, it is still Can't explain how you survived that astonishing 'car accident' just now."
"Hmph... so you have unexpected things." Wayne snorted coldly and punched.
His fist was so powerful that when Feng Bujue received his heavy blow with one hand, the surrounding air was shaken with a bang.
"Actually, I figured it out, I was just complaining." Brother Jue looked at the bewildered Wayne with a smile on his face, and replied, "You got miraclo (magic element, a special biochemical phosphorus that can make The user will gain the formula including super strength, endurance, speed, resistance to blows, night vision, underwater survival, etc.) within one hour?"
"You..." Wayne turned his head and looked at his fist firmly held by the opponent, not knowing what to say.
Before Wayne came here, he had indeed injected himself with Miraclo, and he was still wearing his own "improved" Hellbat armor at the moment... It stands to reason that if he punches down, the opponent is likely to die.
However, Feng Bujue looked like he was receiving punches very easily.
"I guess your expression must be very exciting now..." Feng Bujue said, stretching out his other hand with lightning speed, grabbed the opponent's helmet, and tore off more than half of it with brute force. "... why don't you share it with me."
After a part of the helmet was shattered, the other half of it quickly fell off Wayne's face, and then, a face of shock mixed with anger appeared in front of Brother Jue.
"Even if you have the same IQ as Bruce Wayne, your 'wisdom' is still mediocre." Feng Bujue shook his hand, shaking off the fragments of the helmet between his fingers, "like most 'travelers' , even though you have gained great power, you still haven't been able to break out of your inherent three views and the limited pattern of character."
His tone gradually became indifferent, a kind of indifference similar to "disappointment", just like a child losing interest in the toy in his hand... At this moment, it sounds chilling.
"Why did you make the 'Hell Bat Armor'? Why can't you design it yourself from scratch? You have far more resources and information than the real Wayne, don't you?" Feng Bujue asked, "If you put the 'mass-produced armor' Inetron' technology at the weapon level, either as an armor coating or as a core for a separate piece of armor...will be far more useful than the castrated Hellbat you're wearing right now."
"Ah—" Wayne was completely irritated by Brother Jue's "teaching". With a roar, he activated the secret weapon in his right wrist armor.
In an instant, a silent impact erupted, shattering the armor of Wayne's entire right arm. Correspondingly... it also caused damage to Feng Bujue who grabbed his right fist.
After the explosion, Brother Jue's left hand... the part in front of the elbow seemed to be gasified and disappeared; if he hadn't let go of his hand in time and stepped back, the injury might have extended to his shoulder.
"Hmm... Is this your 'original' part?" When Feng Bujue spoke, he took out the [Qi Xu Rulin] orb from his bag without even thinking about it, and activated his ability to repair his stump, "This This kind of 'atomic explosion' that injures one thousand enemies and self-damages eight hundred... is really not brilliant."
"What do you know?" Wayne yelled. "What right do you have to judge me?" he growled as he stepped off the scrapped Batmobile. "I did the 'right thing'!' Just thing'! Do you know how much I've worked so hard to make and maintain what I am today?"
"I know." Feng Bujue said, "I have already asked Dr. Manhattan to convey to me your general experience here through telepathy." He paused for half a second and added, "Because I know, so I despise you even more."
"What did you say?" Wayne's expression showed that he found this incredible.
"Your 'justice' is false and double-standard." Feng Bujue continued, "The real Bruce Wayne will never walk the same path as you... Even if he has the same information as you .”
"Are you referring to his 'don't kill' principle?" Wayne said, "You and I both know how stupid that principle is!"
"Yes, it's very stupid." Feng Bujue said, "but this 'stupid' is exactly a dividing line in his heart... It is this line that separates the justice he implements from your 'humbleness'." ', 'selfish', 'hypocrisy' justice separated..."
"Nonsense!" Wayne yelled angrily again, and with a flash, he came to the side of Brother Jue and punched him again.
Feng Bujue didn't even look at his opponent. With a step forward, he easily dodged the attack. Before he could stand still, he continued, "In order to kill those villains who may become 'threats' in the future, In the cradle, long before you became 'Batman', you were active... and the first thing you did was plan to kill the people who bullied the Scarecrow."
"Those guys are a bunch of bastards!" When Wayne argued, his attacks didn't stop.
"Heh... It sounds like you feel the same way. I can imagine... Before time travel, your life was not easy." Feng Bujue's ability to read people's hearts is indeed powerful, and his words undoubtedly hit the sore spot of this fake Wayne.
"What position do you have to accuse me of beheading and wounding so many innocent policemen?" When Wayne asked back, there was another round of onslaught.
But Brother Jue, on the contrary, the more he hides, the easier it is: "You saved Freeze Man's wife because you sympathized with him; you prevented the double-faced man from being disfigured because you appreciated him; you also led Penguin to Zhengdao, because you think he is very useful as a good person...
"But with the same sad killer crocodile, you do it differently...
"You found the killer crocodile as a teenager, proclaimed your protection, and arranged for him a suitable hideout.
"At first, he was also very 'obedient', because the killer crocodile was also very afraid of his own body changes when he was young; but as time went by, he gradually couldn't bear that kind of life.
"At this time, you have the intention to kill... because you know that after he returns to society, even if you can make him be kind for a while, this malicious world will eventually reveal his animal nature.
"So... one day, you sent him a 'special bed'. After he lay on it, he was unsuspecting of you, and you put him in chains, and then you sealed the entrance to his residence. , let him fend for himself inside...as if this way, you don’t have to be responsible for his death.”
"What do you know? Do you know the pain I was in at that time?" Wayne roared, "I did treat Waylon (Killer Crocodile's real name Waylon Jones) as a friend! You think I am very happy to keep him there Is it good!"
"Yes, you felt uncomfortable for a while, and then went on to live your good life." Hearing Wayne's excited tone, the disdain in Brother Jue's words became more obvious, "The killer is dealt with After the crocodile, you calculated that the days were almost up, so you went to kill the botanist Jason Wood, preventing the birth of Poison Ivy... Of course, by your standards, school bullies are more than enough to die, and people like Wood are even more so. Forget it.
"Then, you turned the Riddler into an idiot, because his blackening has no reason and is difficult to stop; his wisdom will pose a huge threat to you...
"As for a guy like Zas, just throw him into a prison with a high security level, maybe he will change his ways in time, won't he? Heh... Even if he really doesn't change his mind and insists on doing evil after he comes out, he himself is not worth it. For any difficult character, you just need to catch him again... let him be imprisoned for another ten years, and that's all."
Hearing this, Wayne no longer defended himself, but asked: "So what? I have killed those hidden dangers that would bring countless deaths and disasters, and I have reduced the sacrifice to the minimum. I have saved more people than the so-called heroes whose villains do evil everywhere and never kill!"
"This is your problem..." Feng Bujue continued, "No matter how high-sounding your words are, in the end, the one who really made the 'sacrifice'...is someone else."
The words shocked Wayne, and his expression also changed subtly.
"Look, I didn't remind you, you didn't realize this, did you? This is a typical 'time traveler thinking'." Feng Bujue said, "A person who upholds the extreme egoism under the double standard, see Anything done by oneself...is just.
"Your own pain... such as losing a so-called 'friend' or something... is infinitely magnified by you, as if it is so great that it is touching; while the pain of others... such as becoming brain-dead or dying... seems to you All 'reasonable'.
"Your so-called 'justice' is nothing more than acting on the premise that you feel 'convenient'; you will get it done in an orderly way if it is easy to get it done, and it will cause 'trouble' for you if it is difficult to get it done... People or things are dealt with once and for all in the way of 'crossing the boundary', and then attribute them to 'reasonable sacrifices where the advantages outweigh the disadvantages'.
"In the final analysis, your personal interests are greater than justice itself, and your personal will is greater than all other systems."
"No matter how much you try to convince yourself, no matter how much you do what you think is right, you're worth nothing compared to the real Bruce Wayne.
"Because he is a man who is more cruel to himself than others, a madman, a hopeless fool!
"He's... fucking... Batman!"
Following what he said, Feng Bujue's tone gradually increased.
At the same moment, the fake Wayne stopped attacking, and belatedly realized one thing—at this moment, his abilities were being "drawn away" bit by bit by some strange force.
He... is gradually becoming a mortal.
"Leaving Batman's identity aside, what about your private life as 'Bruce Wayne'?" Feng Bujue's words were far from over, "Why did you marry Harleen Quizell and let her She uses the name Harley Quinn? At the end of the day...it's just your personal preference. Compared to Catwoman's kind of 'East End whore' (in the setting of "Batman-Year 1", Catwoman A whore at the bottom of Gotham)', Quezel, a professor of psychology with a clean background and a higher education, is naturally more suitable as a wife... Of course, the premise is that she doesn't become a fan of some crazy person."
Brother Jue spread his hands and said with a smile, "Speaking of which... that lunatic, with your help, is now a middle-class comedian with a decent living, right? His kids seem to be going to high school soon?" The information, Jue Ge already knew very clearly from Dr. Manhattan, "there's 'Mudman', who is still his b-movie star; The Robins, Batgirl, Alfred... are all far away from Bruce Wayne and Batman under your arrangement, each living an ordinary life."
Feng Bujue curled his lips, and sighed: "Alas... you have roughly fulfilled several basic pursuits of the traversers—your own absolute safety, a high degree of sexual desire and freedom, affluent material comforts, and the woman you like. … plus a few weak or mentally retarded opponents to satisfy one's own sense of accomplishment as a 'hero'... It's a good life, isn't it?"
At this point, he changed the subject: "Then here comes the question... What the hell does this have to do with 'justice'
"Do you think you are more correct than the so-called hero who allows the villain to do evil everywhere and never kills
"Then you are wrong…
"You, and him; the fake Wayne, and the real Batman... There is an essential difference in your justice.
"The distinction has nothing to do with 'results', and no matter how many people you 'save' it doesn't change or explain anything.
"This difference is related to the most basic starting point of what you do, and to the true meaning and spirit of the word 'hero'.
"The difference is... the actions you take in the name of justice are, in the final analysis, all for yourself; while Bruce Wayne... the real Batman, his justice, although not entirely... But at least most of it , for others."
By the time Brother Jue finished speaking, the strength in the fake Wayne had already dissipated.
"What... exactly do you want?" At this moment, the fake Wayne's tone changed, and there was fear in his eyes—because he had faintly sensed Brother Jue's intentions.
"Hmph...hehehe..." Hearing this, Brother Jue showed an evil smile. Instead of answering the other party's question, he tilted his head and spread his arms, "My appearance reminds you of someone...doesn't it?"
"No... no!" Panicked, the fake Wayne finally showed his true nature, he turned around... trying to escape.
At this moment, he is no longer the dark knight of Gotham, but an ordinary traveler; even with a strong physique and a very high IQ, even with a full set of bat equipment and many black technologies from the DC Universe... Sorry for the name "Batman".
Bang—
After running a few steps, the fake Wayne fell to the ground. The reason is very simple... With his "power" taken away, he no longer has the ability to move normally wearing this "fake hell bat armor".
"Don't worry, taking back your power...is just the beginning..." Feng Bujue looked at the fake Wayne on the ground who was on the verge of collapse, and approached him step by step, and with a crazy look, he continued with a smirk, "In the next few days In the middle of the year, Jon (real name of Dr. Manhattan) will slowly correct your influence on the world... your wife 'Harley Quinn' will go crazy because of your 'disappearance'; Awakening; Two-Face will be disfigured in yet another violent incident; Freeze's wife will be sick again, and this time there is no cure; by contrast... Riddler's illness will heal itself without medicine... "
"No...no...no!" Fake Wayne's pupils shrank, his face was pale, and he couldn't even move when he fell on the ground, he could only let out a desperate cry.
Kejue's words will not stop because of this: "Somewhere in this world, there will be another unfortunate person who will suffer from an atavistic disease similar to killer crocodile, and there will be another unscrupulous botanist who will develop poison ivy. The toxin of the female mutation; some Kryptonians and the Green Lantern Corps and other alien forces will come to the earth in some form, these are all a matter of time... Nothing can't be corrected and reshaped.
"Of course, a new 'Batman' is bound to come here. He may come from the future, or the past, or he may be a person who died and came back to life in some events... The important thing is, he will be The real 'Bruce Wayne'."
Feng Bujue paused for a moment, and then said: "In short, you, the 'fake Wayne', are no longer needed here... Everything you have done is meaningless..."
Just when Brother Jue finished saying this, a new change took place on the fake Wayne on the ground.
"Uh...uh—" In the wailing, his pale face turned into a veritable "white"...as white as bleach, and his strong and lean body also lost weight rapidly.
Feng Bujue knew that these changes... were caused by the influence of "miraclo" and "hellbat armor".
Miraclo's variant "Mirakuru Serum (that is, the serum used by villains such as Death Knell and Red Arrow)" has the side effect of making people irritable and even distorted; while the hell bat armor... its power itself is "user life", the body of those who wear it for a long time will be corroded.
Right now, due to the power being taken back by Dr. Manhattan, False Wayne's suddenly weakened R body and spirit are under heavy burden under the double side effects.
Ka-ka-
Brother Jue didn't stand idly by either. He strode up to the opponent, removed a few pieces of armor from the opponent's body with his bare hands, and then lifted the fake Wayne out of the armor and threw it on the open space next to him.
"Don't be afraid... I won't kill you." Then, Feng Bujue rode on the opponent's body, and now he only needs to use his body weight to suppress the fake Wayne, "I only have... a simple, small request." He took out a knife from his pocket, shook it a few times in front of Fake Wayne's terrified face, and continued in a crazy tone, "Before... heh... you asked my name, but I didn't Answering you, because I think... actually you know the answer..."
At this moment, Fake Wayne's spirit and body are on the verge of collapse, the last straw supporting his rationality is only the instinctive will to survive.
"Come on... say my name." Feng Bujue's knife was already on the opponent's face.
"j…joker…" Fake Wayne shuddered out the word.
"Hehe... hahaha... hahaha..." When the word was uttered, Feng Bujue looked up to the sky and laughed out loud.
[The current task has been completed, and the main task has been completed]
[You have completed the script, it will be sent automatically after 180 seconds]
The expected system prompt came, but Brother Jue's work was not finished yet—his hidden mission was still one step away.
After laughing for a full minute, Brother Jue lowered his head again, looked at the fake Wayne and said, "Don't make a sad face, come on...you smile too."
After that, the knife in his hand stuck into the fake Wayne's mouth...
He slowly left two cut marks on both sides of the opponent's mouth, or... a permanent "smiley face" on the opponent's face.
In the first few seconds of this process, the fake Wayne was screaming in agony, but his crying didn't last long... because his spirit, mind, at that moment... finally, completely collapsed .
When Knife left Fake Wayne's pale face, he was... smiling from the bottom of his heart.