"… To the Joker, the world is one giant arcade…"
Bane sat at his desk, concentrating on reading the pamphlet Batman wrote for him.
"Life is nothing more than game coins in the arcade to the Joker. The only reason he still keeps it is because he hasn't found a fun machine. When he finds one, he will spend it without hesitation.
The muscular man carefully picked up his thick fingers, turned the book to the next page, and continued reading:
"He is a liar who is full of lies. So, when you face the clown, always remember: don't use conventional thinking to speculate on the clown's behavior.
"Does the Joker have a plan? Although he often claims that he doesn't, there is no doubt that the Joker has a plan, he just has no goals, which makes him more difficult to deal with than ordinary criminals who use plans."
"I have to admit that the Joker's comparison of himself to a mad dog chasing a truck is quite apt. Generally speaking, a plan requires a process and a goal. For people who like to make plans, such as you, Bane, achieving your goal must be your ultimate ideal result. The so-called plan is just a means to achieve your goal."
Bane chuckled softly, without even noticing it himself. At that moment, the smile on his face was like that of a girl who had seen a love letter, but in the next moment, this smile turned into a murderous intent as excited as a wild beast.
Batman almost openly instigates in the pamphlet: "The Joker is even more difficult" and "a common criminal with a plan."
But even though Bane knew the other party's purpose, he was still aroused. However, these emotions were extinguished by him in an instant, and they could neither shake him nor stop him from continuing to read on.
"But for the Joker, the goal is not the purpose, the implementation of the plan is the goal, he enjoys the process of implementing the plan, which will make him climax."
"He has no so-called worldly desires, no concrete, realistic goals. Money? Power? He wants nothing. Just like a dog that catches up with a truck doesn't really want to do anything to the truck."
"If we must say that the Joker has a plan and goal, it can only be said that he wants to falsify all rules and order and prove that chaos and evil are the essence of the world."
"So, do you understand?"
"He hates and mocks all rules and order, and rules and order include but are not limited to your plans to defeat Batman.
For the Joker, it is almost instinctive to destroy other people's plans. For the Joker, other people's plans, rules, and even any codes are all rotten jokes..."
Thanks for your reminder.
Bain thought silently:
I already understand what kind of guy the Joker is.
Knock knock knock!
A knock on the door interrupted Bane's thoughts, and his caveman came in and reported to him: "Bane, the Batman uniform has been made."
Bane nodded: "I understand."
He stood up.
The caveman moved his mouth for a while, and finally spoke:
"Bane, are we really going to work with the Joker and divide the entire city together?"
Bane didn't answer him. He just walked out of the room. It was not until he disappeared around the corner of the corridor that the caveman heard his voice floating in the air.
"Who knows?"
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Lincoln March walked down the eerie corridors in his talon uniform of the Court of Owls.
The bright moonlight shone through the broken and dirty glass on the windowsill, casting mottled shadows on the creaking wooden floor, illuminating his silver-white streamlined armor, and reflecting the blood-red color of the pair of huge owl eyes on his helmet.
This is an abandoned hospital funded and built by Martha Wayne and Thomas Wayne. There are many such abandoned hospitals in Gotham.
The reconstruction plan, called the O'Sullivan Plan, includes not only hospitals, but also schools, community colleges, and public facilities. They form a huge network that, if fully built, will be enough to transform Gotham...
Well, these are things that will never be completed. So there's no point in talking about how these things will change Gotham once they're built.
But since the couple was murdered in Crime Alley decades ago, the urban renewal plan the couple invested in has also been aborted.
Lincoln March shook his head.
He is now completing the task assigned by the court and he shouldn't be distracted at this time.
But he still couldn't help but recall what Bruce Wayne said the last time he met him:
"You know what? Mr. March - never mind, I want to just call you Lincoln. Can I call you that?"
"Did you know that owls can take over other people's nests?"
"They murder the parents of ordinary birds, raise their children, and then cut out their hearts and lungs to fill their stomachs when the time is right?"
"Those foolish little birds not only surrendered to the claws of the owl, the enemy who murdered their parents, but also obeyed the owl's orders to murder their brothers - the final result, of course, was that both of them were eaten as lunch by the owl!"
The direction of these words is too obvious. This is no longer a hint, it is almost a naked indication. Bruce Wayne must have discovered his identity and the words he said...
Lincoln March shook his head. Never mind. Now is not the time to think about this.
He pushed open the door of a room. Outside was still a dark and gloomy corridor, but inside it was brightly lit.
"Welcome! Welcome! Claws from the Court of Owls—you have chosen a suitable collaborator!"
Lincoln March narrowed his eyes slightly. In the center of the room, the scarecrow was sitting in the main seat with a big sword.
And next to it—
Lincoln March glanced away.
Killer Croc, Ventriloquist, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, it's strange, how come these 4 villains who have nothing to do with each other are sitting together, and they even seem to be forming a faction.
Victor the Freeze Man's position is slightly special, as he sits directly next to the Scarecrow.
Lincoln's eyes swept through the room, and he found that it was full of Arkham's lunatics. He had to admit that Scarecrow was quite capable of leadership. After all, not everyone could gather so many lunatics.
"I told you, there won't be any problem if the Court of Owls chooses me. We can divide this city together!"
He walked forward with a glass of champagne in his hand and said, "A strong organization requires a strong partnership..."
"I am only responsible for the investigation, Scarecrow." Lincoln interrupted him without hesitation: "You must first prove to the court that you have the ability to control the entire city, and then our cooperation will officially begin."
Although the other party was very polite, he didn't know why, but he had an inexplicable feeling of disgust. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He didn't want to admit...
Deep down, he was thinking:
So many villains... Can Batman really handle it
Scarecrow didn't care about the other party's indifference: "It's an honor to invite you, Mr. Claw. We are about to get a brand new bargaining chip."
He said, "Oswald has just sent word that he will send our Mayor Carlo."