What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have

Chapter 55: funeral

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Yes, so.

This is the end.

The Riddler was a little stunned as he watched Batman and the Joker talk for a while on TV, and then he started the machine.

In front of him, the clown turned into a disgusting meat paste in the crystal coffin.

No fake death, no disappearance. No disappearing in an explosion or accidentally falling off a cliff.

Some just simply die.

The Riddler has faked his own death a few times before, using Clayface, or Snakeskin (another Gotham villain who can shapeshift), but never like today.

Batman kills, and he murders without hesitation.

The Riddler sees the video zoomed in and the Joker appears in front of him.

Let's go back to the moment the Joker died.

"So this was all a lie? You didn't turn into a clown?"

"Never." Chen Tao said.

Silver-white particles flickered, and as the crystal coffin closed completely, Chen Tao breathed a sigh of relief.

Lucius's technical skills are unquestionable. There is absolutely no way the Joker can escape through such a thick crystal coffin.

Yes, he did it. He fooled the Joker, the Joker who had caused the original Batman Bruce Wayne to fail and suffer countless times. Now he was trapped in a crystal coffin. As long as he pressed this button lightly...

Through a piece of transparent glass - the Joker was sure it was a strong polymer sealing material - the Joker looked at Batman.

"Haha, ahahahahahahaha… Batman! You've caught me again, hahaha, I'm such a fool, hahaha—but this is really funny, this joke is funny—Damn it! You're pretending so well. I won't do it again next time—"

The clown laughed so hard that he was out of breath, but Chen Tao, who was sitting opposite him, remained calm.

"There won't be a next time, clown."

"What?"

The clown paused.

"Like I said, you are going to die. This is not an impulsive act or a murder in the heat of the moment. It is the result of long-term preparation."

"I decided to use femtosecond laser pulverization technology to kill you."

Chen Tao reached out and stroked the transparent coffin gently: "This is not a birdcage, but a coffin."

Killing the Joker was a decision he had made long ago. Ever since the Joker used laughing gas to turn more than 20,000 soldiers into almost useless people on the battlefield, he had never thought of continuing to tolerate the Joker's existence in this world.

Of course, as a huge American comics fan, he has heard many controversies about whether Batman should kill people.

Countless people have repeatedly argued from the perspectives of politics, military, philosophy, and even social theory, or the practical factors of comic book sales. Some say he should be killed, while others say he should not be killed. Over the past few decades, such debates have never stopped.

But the problem is that Chen Tao is not Batman.

Therefore, these arguments are meaningless. There is no moral choice, no epic fate. In Chen Tao's view, the Joker is just a trouble. If possible, he even thought about using a knife or a gun to kill the Joker. The memory of Bane Bat gave him the skills to murder others. No matter what weapon he used, he could do it with ease.

But he still chose the safest approach. The story of the Bat Who Laughs made Chen Tao feel uneasy. In the comics, Batman had mentioned more than once that even if he murdered the Joker, Gotham would give him something worse in return.

He didn't want to travel through time and space for a period of time and then find out that he was the Laughing Bat himself, and then start laughing wildly and destroying the multiverse.

This is so funny. Even a rubbish novelist who drank three kilograms of fake liquor couldn't write such a nonsensical plot.

So he has to be careful about murdering the Joker. Is there really a poison on the Joker's spine that can turn others into clowns

Maybe there is, maybe not, but he would never gamble with himself.

The clown in the crystal coffin grabbed his own neck. He began to have difficulty breathing.

Chen Tao walked to the crystal coffin and began to operate it silently. After connecting to the power source, the machine would start to work and cut the contents of the coffin into pieces at once.

No matter whether it is clown gas or some other weird thing, as long as the coffin is not opened, you will never be able to escape.

After the Joker dies, Chen Tao will seal it with multiple layers of steel, and then seal it with cement in the darkest corner of the lower level of the Batcave until the end of time.

The Joker naturally noticed the murderous intent in Batman's eyes. He told some crazy jokes and reminisced about the past with Chen Tao, but Chen Tao completely ignored them, so in the end -

He suddenly seemed unusually calm.

"I know. It's over now. You're not going to play games with me anymore, are you, Batman? Fine, I accept, it's the end now. But you keep running away from people around you, have you ever thought that you've never said to me-"

"I hate you. Those words. I hate you, clown."

"Listen Batman, if today is the final day, then I think I still have the right to prepare my last words."

“Femtosecond laser cutting is ready.”

The machine made a mechanical sound.

"Attention, please confirm that everything is ready, countdown: 10 seconds."

"Batman!"

Chen Tao stood in front of the crystal coffin, looking indifferent as he watched the clown pounce on the transparent coffin door.

"I'm dying, you're going to kill me, but listen up Batman - I. Hate. You."

"It's your turn, Bat! Come on, it's your turn, say that sentence now!"

Time passed by second by second, Chen Tao turned his head away. The hope in the clown's eyes was extinguished bit by bit.

"Seven seconds."

"Six seconds."

"Me too." Chen Tao answered him: "Clown."

“Haha, hahahahahahahahahahahaha—”

The clown burst into hysterical laughter, a laugh he had made many times in his past years, but never as crazy and twisted as this one. He laughed until tears came out of his eyes, laughed until his stomach hurt, and banged his forehead against the coffin door again and again.

"That's right, that's right Bat."

"I'm glad you finally found out about this today, because in the past, you know, I would never let you find out how I died."

"Falling from a helicopter, falling off a cliff, disappearing in an explosion, but I always come back. I shouldn't have let you see my death, but it seems that this situation is inevitable today."

"Listen, I'm not dying, Batman, that's a fact."

"I am an idea, an idea, and I will continue to live in the shadows, living in Gotham's discontent... You'll see me again soon, hahahaha, hahaha, ahahahahahaha—

First, a line of blood began to spread from his forehead, and then his head began to collapse.

The Joker is dead.