The parents started crying.
My father's body was shaking.
The mother was so frightened that her whole body went limp.
"Stop it," Superman yelled, "Please, don't do that."
"Of course, I will stop as long as you kill him." Bruce Wayne smiled and pointed at the wailing Joker, his grinning mouth revealing his saliva-covered teeth.
Superman looked at the Joker, and the other's eyes were full of desire.
He wanted Superman to kill him.
Death is at least a relief.
The madman didn't torture him physically, but just kept using his men and Harley to stimulate him.
Over and over again.
The Joker was not once a hopeless man.
He lives in an ordinary family and has a humble job.
A clown who performs in a circus and entertains people.
And his mother was a woman driven mad by those dark years.
In those days, men betrayed women, the elderly betrayed children, wives betrayed husbands, and sons betrayed fathers. Everyone lived in anxiety and despair.
His mother was once the lover of a big shot in Gotham City.
In order to protect himself, the other party tricked his mother into signing a confession.
He blamed everything on his mother, accusing her of seducing him deliberately.
The poor woman was nearly beaten to death as a moral failure.
Fortunately, she had a child and received some sympathy and survived.
The Joker grew up in such an environment.
He was born with uncontrollable laughter and has always been discriminated against.
His crazy mother was also a heavy burden to him.
But the clown still lives on strong, trying to make his life better.
Until this society drove him into a madman.
He tried everything to settle down in Gotham City, but the builder absconded with the money and the house he bought was never completed.
Not only did they lose all their money, but they were also forced to take on huge debts.
The bank called him and threatened to sue him. He should find the builder for his house, but he had to pay back the money he owed.
The boss proposed to create all-round positions in order to increase efficiency and reduce costs, so he decided to lay off employees. The clown who never knew how to flatter was laid off.
The other party did not compensate him and told the Joker to sue.
The Joker was forced to take to the streets to see if he could make a living, but Gotham City law enforcement officers confiscated all his belongings.
The reason is that it affects the image of Gotham City.
From the letters left by his mother, he unexpectedly learned that he might be the son of a big shot in Gotham City. He went to recognize his relatives with his last hope, but the other party pointed out mercilessly that he was just an adopted child and his mother was a delusional woman.
However, he found a love letter from that big shot to his mother, which meant that it was that big shot who took the initiative to seduce the young and ignorant mother.
When he saw a gangster bullying a girl, he stood up for justice, but was sent to the police station and imprisoned.
The Joker, who was released from prison, completely broke down while riding the subway.
The three young men were furious at his uncontrollable laughter and beat him while shouting, "My dad is the chief of the Gotham City Police Department, how dare you laugh at me."
The Joker completely exploded and shot three people directly, embarking on a path of no return.
From then on, Gotham City lost a kind-hearted but cowardly good man, and gained a dark king of Gotham who was eager to prove that everyone was a devil.
But the Joker is ultimately just disappointed with human nature, and is eager to promote social change through violent means, telling everyone that there is no so-called hope in this world and that all superheroes are nothing but liars.
He still has humanity, and has his own logic and bottom line.
The other party's cruelty exceeded his imagination of human beings.
The parents also looked at Superman with pleading eyes.
"Please save her, please." The mother said tremblingly, "We spent all our money to heal her eyes. She is ten years old, but she has only seen this world for three days. It was only three days before she called out "Mom" for the first time."
The father knelt down.
He looked handsome, but he had an alarming amount of white hair.
He was exhausted by his daughter who was born deaf, dumb and blind.
In order to treat his daughter, he spent all his life savings and was burdened with heavy debts.
Three days.
She could see the light and call dad and mom for only three days.
Ten years.
They persisted and worked hard for ten years just to give their daughter a healthy life.
Let her fully see the mountains and rivers, the scenery, and everything in this world.
Bruce Wayne laughed and stretched out his hand towards the little girl. This time he used a little force and scratched the girl's face with his sharp nails, leaving a horrible wound.
Bright red blood gushed out.
Made her cry.
Calling dad, mom is in pain.
Superman looked at the desperate look of the family and said tremblingly.
"I agree."
He picked up the iconic batarang.
The clown closed his eyes.
A strange smile appeared on Bruce Wayne's face.
"You have to let them go." Superman looked at the guy whose face was as pale as a devil.
Bruce Wayne nodded.
"I will. I never break my promises."
Amid screams of pain, Superman slashed the Joker's throat with a bat dart.
Bright red blood gushed out.
Bruce Wayne laughed maniacally.
The next second, Harley, who was nailed to the wall, was entangled by a ball of black mist and was roughly pulled down, torn into pieces like a doll.
The Joker, who still had a breath of life left, looked at Harley lying on the ground, his eyes widened, and then he fell down.
"Why?" Superman shouted desperately. He looked at the madman, "I have done exactly what you asked."
“I said I would release them, but I didn’t say how!
Bruce Wayne said cruelly, "Didn't I let her out of the wall?"
"Bastard." The kind-hearted Superman had never had such a strong murderous intent before. He looked at the other party with bloodshot eyes.
Superman's hatred made Bruce Wayne even more excited.
He grabbed the poor woman and tore her into pieces bit by bit amid the screams of her husband and daughter.
Bright red blood splattered in the dim light and landed on Superman's resolute face.
His lips were trembling.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.
As Bruce Wayne tried to kill the man, a rumbling sound was heard.
"The beast is inside, block him. Old Constantine, go over there and guard the other exit. You, and you too, go over there. This time, make sure to catch him."
The sound came from outside.
A trace of fear appeared on Bruce Wayne's distorted face, and he recognized the voices of those people from the familiar words.
Here come those vile bastards.
Bruce Wayne didn't dare to waste time, but he still waved his claws to cut the little girl into pieces, letting the poor man feel the despair of losing his wife and daughter.
But the man rushed over and blocked the claw for his daughter.
Bruce Wayne cut the man's spine with one claw. Five shocking wounds appeared on the poor man's back, and the intestines and heart inside could be clearly seen.
Bruce Wayne gave a cruel smile, looked with vicious eyes at the little girl whose eyes were dazed and in so much pain that she couldn't speak, then turned into black mist and escaped.
The little girl knelt among the bodies of her parents scattered on the ground, and the bright red blood stained her beautiful princess dress.
The great pain made her brain shut down.
After a moment, she let out a scream of pain and despair.
Superman endured the pain and forcibly pulled out the kryptonite nails that were nailed into his body. He struggled to crawl over and held the little girl in his arms to prevent her from seeing the desperate scene.
Looking at the devastated massacre scene, the tragic deaths of the Joker, Harley, those poor people who were abused, and the couple who had done nothing wrong and were trying their best to stay alive.
For the first time, Superman let out a scream of pain, an agony of his own impotence.
He was called his own child.
They believed that this man in red armor would lead them to build a beautiful utopia.
Build a new world where everyone is equal and technology is advanced.
Son of the people.
What a beautiful title.
And now, he was watching the slaughter with his own eyes and was powerless to stop it.
Watching a child's parents being torn to pieces and not being able to do anything about it.
The sound of fierce fighting came from outside, as well as shouting and Bruce Wayne's angry curses.
After a while, several people ran in, both men and women.
"That bastard killed someone again."
"This is still good. Last time, this guy roasted those people alive and forced others to eat them."
"It's getting crazier and crazier. Unfortunately, this guy is too cunning."
"Stop talking about this, take them out first and let someone deal with the bodies and survivors here." Constantine stopped the rest of the team from talking and asked them to do their work.
Superman, the little girl, and a few gang members who managed to survive were taken out.
The superman who used to always have a smile on his face and his chest puffed out, and was excitedly called the son of the people, seemed to have suddenly passed through his youth and entered middle age, and aged a lot in an instant.
That handsome face no longer had any smile on it. It looked much more mature and became silent.
The little girl was also dazed, and her eyes no longer had the luster they once had.
"What's your name?" old Constantine asked with concern.
The little girl raised her head and looked at old Constantine blankly with her red eyes from crying.
She had just seen what the world was like.
Only then did I learn how to say the words dad and mom.
Old Constantine repeated it several times.
She then stuttered out her name.
"Jennifer."
Superman picked up the little girl.
"I'll take her to the hospital for a checkup and bandage the wound on her face."
After leaving these words, he flew straight into the sky.
Constantine watched him leave, but had no intention of stopping him.
The kind-hearted Superman is dead.
The madman caused him indelible psychological trauma, forcing him to watch those people die powerlessly.
"Keep looking for that guy. This time, we must try to kill him." Constantine retracted his gaze and looked at the members of the team. "Also, there have been some changes in the infiltration work against the parallel universe No. 03512. The Justice League has been killed, and the remaining Superman will probably not be an obstacle to us anymore. We have to speed up."
The other Constantine nodded to show that he understood.
They turned and left to hunt down the crazy Bruce Wayne, or continue with their previous infiltration plans.
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... ... ... ... ... ... .
The awareness came too quickly and too strongly.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and a stinging light flooded into his vision.
When I breathe, I can personally smell the smell of rust.
He began to cough, curled up like a fetus, and desperately tried to grab every bit of air like a drowning man.
After a while, everything in my eyes became clear.
His senses, vision, hearing, smell and touch also slowly returned to his control.
He felt an icy cold touch from under his body. He took a long time to relax before he stood up and looked around blankly.
This is a desolate plain.
The gray sky was rolling with all kinds of strange and ominous lights.
Horrible scenes appeared in the sky.
The sky turned into a terrible ocean.
Occasionally, some terrifying, unimaginably huge creatures would reveal their limbs.
Eyeballs as large as the moon, tentacles more majestic than mountains.
They floated in the gray, ominous ocean on the other side of the sky.
Gray clouds and bloody mist occasionally form a terrifying face filled with malice.
A gust of wind blew across the wasteland.
There is a gentle voice in the wind.
"return."
"return."
The sound kept echoing.
Repeating.
"who I am?"
"Where am I?"
"What am I going to do?"
The man looked at his strong hands, silent confusion rising in his heart.
Why is he here
There was not a single memory of his own, his mind was completely empty.
Without direction or clues, he was just thrown here.
"I'm supposed to be a warrior?" The man looked at his strong hands.
These hands are full of power.
The strong body is also full of power.
It's like having infinite power.
But he still knew nothing about his own identity.
The only thing that was certain was that he had no clue.
There was nothing on him that could identify him.
No armor or weapons to protect themselves.
There was no food, no water, no supplies to help her survive.
The whispers still echoed in the air.
"return."
"return."
The man got some inspiration from the voice in the air.
He found a way forward.
The man didn't know how long he had been walking and didn't see anything useful.
Along the way, there were only those strange skeletons.
Apart from this, there is only endless grassland.
The wasteland is endless, with no end in sight.
Desolate and lonely.
After an unknown amount of time, he entered a desolate ruin.
Walking among piles of stone statues and bones.
Here, he saw a strange eight-pointed star pattern that he hated extremely.
Just as he was wondering about the undisguised hatred that emerged in his heart.
He spat it out subconsciously.
It's like that word is poison.
"chaos."
Some memories appeared in his mind.
A bloody mouth full of fangs, a traitor with red eyes, a burning sky and earth, and endless piles of corpses.
He had no idea that he had become a heretic of those strange creatures in the warp.
The man hated it immensely.
Somehow, a sword appeared in his hand.
The hilt of the sword was shaped like a golden skull, with a red gem embedded in the guard.
When he got the sword, a name also appeared in his mind.
Gavial Loken.
The man was absolutely sure that this was his name.
Holding the sword tightly in his hand, countless fighting techniques emerged in his mind.
He became stronger.
Gavial Loken swung his sword and chopped up the huge stones with eight-pointed stars carved on them.
"Filth," he roared at the ruins.
Maybe his actions offended something.
Some terrible monsters were lurking in the ruins, and occasionally their fleeting figures and scarlet eyes could be seen.
The man had no fear.
Hold the sword and be alert to the monsters in the ruins.
"I should be wearing a suit of armor."
Gavial Loken thought to himself.
He felt like he was armored.
A set of armor with a golden double-headed eagle on the chest appeared silently on his body.
A monster rushed over.
It has three human heads and a wolf's body. Its sharp claws seem to be cast from molten iron, exuding a chilling and terrifying aura.
Gavial Loken relied on his instinct, swung his sword and attacked swiftly.
The monster's head was chopped off in an instant, leaving a vague trail of dirt in the air.
The demon's body turned into black ash in the air and dissipated with the wind.
The other demons suffered the same fate.
They are no match for Gavial Loken.
However, there seemed to be no end to those monsters.
Kill one, and then the second, the third, and the fourth.
The fiery rage brought by the battle burned in Gavial Loken's chest.
Those memories kept appearing in his mind.
"Welcome to the Luna Wolves, Loken."
"For the Emperor, for the Wolf God."
“You have a story, and I want to help you tell it to the world.”
"Lorcan, we cannot betray what we once fought for."
"Abaddon, why are you doing this?"
"You are the Luna Wolf. Wake up, Loken."
"The galaxy is ablaze, what do we have left to lose? Loken, the peace the Emperor once created is gone."
"We are friends, Lorcan."
The memories kept coming back.
The great dream has been shattered.
Humanity has been kicked into the abyss by Horus.
Despair looms over the world.
Tears streamed down Gavial Loken's face.
Why is he still here
Is the Horus Heresy still going on
Gavial Loken desperately hacked at the demons, trying to get more memories.
Even though those memories were filled with bitter sweetness and sad pain, Gavial Loken still longed to see the truth behind it all.
But those demons were endless, and the more they were killed, the more they appeared.
But the recovery of memory slowed down, and stopped at the moment when Horus invaded Terra.
Realizing that even if he fought to the death, he would not be able to get the remaining memories.
He can be here.
It was definitely not to let him die here.
He has a greater mission to accomplish.
The premise is that he must survive.
Gavial Loken made a wise choice.
After hacking a demon to death, he turned and ran towards the wasteland with the help of the armor's servo system.
He wants to find back all his memories.
Memories belonging to Gavial Loken.
PS: Sorry, I still can’t update anything. I don’t know how those people manage to update tens of thousands of words a day.