svetikya Chapter 119 Return to Memories
Chapter 119 Return to Memories
Chapter 119 Returning to Memories
Batman's response to the Joker was to throw another plate at him.
This time, the target was the pistol in the other party's hand.
At this moment, Batman has no equipment on him. The only way to defeat his opponent is to close the gap first.
"Oh ho~ Your accuracy has deteriorated quite a bit, Bat!"
A plate is just a plate, not a batarang; the clown dodged it almost effortlessly, not forgetting to add a few witty remarks:
"Have you recently switched to odd jobs in a circus?"
The clown fired another shot into the air at will, and the guests screamed as they finally escaped.
Seeing this, Batman made a move to step forward, intending to use the overturned dining tables and furniture in the chaos as cover to close the distance between the two.
While guns are faster from five steps away and more accurate and faster within five steps, for Batman, who is proficient in martial arts, the power of firearms is not that deadly.
It's not so scary that the other party has a gun; the person with the gun isn't Deadshot or Death Knell.
Batman was confident that he could dodge the Joker's shots, which were only second-rate.
In the end, they will most likely be the ones to win this standoff.
"It's really disheartening that you still don't believe in my marksmanship."
The Joker had seen through Batman's scheme. Although he was furious, he had to admit that he wasn't the kind of sharpshooter who could hit a prepared Batman.
He covered his face with one hand and raised his gun with the other, the Smith & Wesson 5946 pistol in his hand once again aimed at Batman, but the muzzle was slightly shifted to the right:
"Fortunately, I don't necessarily have to hit you—do you think that kitten can dodge this bullet?"
bat?"
Because at that moment he found a better target to aim at.
Catwoman.
Batman, moving about behind the makeshift shelter made of various pieces of furniture in the lobby, knew who was coming without even looking back.
Ignoring the warnings, Selena, who had followed Bruce out of curiosity, was now completely at a loss when faced with the dark muzzle of a gun, her whole body stiffening mechanically.
At this moment, her mind was numb with immense fear, and she could only instinctively grasp at the only straw that remained in the room:
"Help me, Bruce!"
Batman remembered clearly telling her not to follow, but she just had to come and cause trouble.
He was quite certain that the catwoman he knew wasn't as skilled as the one he knew, and that she definitely wouldn't be able to dodge this shot.
"Aha~ Is our protector ready?"
The Joker grew increasingly gleeful upon seeing Catwoman, his finger gripping the trigger, ready to fire, his voice beginning to turn hysterical:
"You'd better be ready, bat, because I'm ready to destroy everything you have once again!"
"Oh, wait—I seem to have forgotten some procedures, like, shouldn't I tell a great joke now?"
Just before the bullet left the barrel, the Joker's emotions returned to normal, because he had just thought of another lame joke, just like always:
There's a saying: "Curiosity killed the cat."
He then delivered the familiar, deadly joke to Catwoman without hesitation.
boom!
Batman threw the bottle he had just picked up, and it flew through the air toward the Joker who had just pulled the trigger. Before the bottle hit her, Catwoman was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground clutching her abdomen.
Having just fired a shot, the Joker had no time to dodge the projectiles and was hit squarely by a bottle thrown by Batman, causing his gun to slip from his hand.
"You bastard!"
Unleashing unprecedented speed, Batman moved like a whirlwind, overcoming several obstacles that separated him from the Joker and closing in on him.
As one of the most powerful martial arts masters in human history, Batman could easily defeat an unarmed thug at this distance, even if that thug was the Joker.
Batman grabbed the Joker Jack by the neck and knocked him to the ground.
"Why do you still exist?!"
"Hahahaha! Why do I exist? Maybe it's because someone desperately wants me to play another joke on them?"
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The clown laughed loudly:
"How about this joke? Does it give you any familiar feeling? Robin, Batwoman, Catwoman..."
Hahaha, those incompetent little bats couldn't protect any of them!
Boom!
Batman didn't reply, nor did he bother asking any questions. He simply slammed the Joker's head heavily onto the floor, making a dull thud.
"It's time for this farce to end!"
The Joker's words were clearly intended to provoke him, and now he could only say that the other party had achieved his goal.
Bruce pinned the Joker to the ground with one hand.
With his other hand, he relentlessly punched the clown's pale, ferocious face, one punch after another, until blood splattered everywhere.
It smashed them to pieces, sending flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Each punch unleashes the darkness and repression deep within his heart.
At this moment, he no longer used violence as a means of intimidation or intelligence gathering, but as the ultimate goal.
The bottom line has already been crossed, and in his rage, Batman doesn't care whether he will cross that line again.
"Stop, Bruce!"
A voice from the side pulled Batman back from his rage as a nimble, long hand grabbed the corner of his sleeve.
"Selena?!"
Bruce, as if waking from a dream, released the Joker, who was now barely recognizable as a human. He looked at Catwoman in disbelief and reached out to check the wound on her waist:
"I just saw the bullet hit you!"
Despite still being terrified, Catwoman hesitated briefly before taking Bruce's bloodstained hands in her grasp.
The other party's behavior today was really too strange. His temperament and eyes were completely unlike the dissolute bastard Bruce Wayne that I remembered.
"Because this thing exists."
Catwoman pulled a small, flat piece of metal from her waist, which was now gleaming with a golden light; it was the one that had just blocked the bullet.
"Do you remember when I turned eighteen? Martha and Thomas both prepared coming-of-age gifts for me, but you spent a whole day and night partying in nightclubs and completely forgot about it."
The next day I kept pestering you for it, and you just grabbed this piece of metal from somewhere and handed it to me to get rid of me.
"I...I..."
Batman didn't know how to answer. Of course, he didn't remember such a thing; he wasn't the real Bruce Wayne at all.
However, he could glean some insight from the other memories of Bruce Wayne that had surfaced in his mind earlier, and it did indeed seem like the kind of despicable thing the other party would do.
And this girl, who was infatuated with Bruce Wayne, kept this seemingly useless piece of metal close to her body, never letting it leave her side...
Therefore, Batman's assessment of "Bruce" is entirely accurate; he is indeed an absolute bastard, a beast, a parasite.
"Of course you wouldn't know, Bruce."
Selena looked at Bruce at this moment. Once some things are seen through, all the filters she had applied because of love disappear, allowing her to understand what had really happened tonight:
"You know me and Alfred, you're Bruce, but you're not the Bruce I know, am I right?"
Batman's silence says it all.
"This is the first time I've ever seen something glow. Here you go!"
Catwoman handed over the metal shards radiating golden light:
"What have you been looking for all night? Maybe it's this?"
This is a fragment of the Helm of Destiny, the one Joey told me to find a little over an hour ago.
Batman reached out and solemnly accepted the metal shards.
With this matter resolved, a new question arose in Batman's mind.
If the fragments were always on the catwoman, by his side, then why did he have those memories that shouldn't exist when he was far away from the manor?
What exactly within the manor protected his memories from being overwritten?
Meanwhile, deep inside a guest room at Wayne Manor.
Because Bruce Wayne didn't want to be disturbed by anyone while he was doing his business, the room where Joey and Diana were staying was far away from the noisy lobby and also had excellent soundproofing.
This resulted in them being completely unaware of the riot that was taking place at the party.
At this moment, Diana was straddling Joey, looking down at him. After finishing her work, her upper body, with its strong yet graceful curves, leaned down and pressed against Joey's chest.
Joey, who was beneath her, lay on her back on the bed, her hands tightly bound to the walnut headboard with ropes, unable to move.
Now that the matter was settled, Joey shook the rope in his hand:
"Am I now free, my 'Queen'?"
"Of course not."
Diana lay on Joey's firm chest, and during this brief moment of rest, she used her cold fingers to trace each of the several scars less than two centimeters long on his chest.
As he said, these scars were caused by shrapnel from artillery fire during location shooting; they are badges of his brush with death.
Diana ran her fingers over the scars one by one, counting them to pass the time, waiting for the other to recover, until she suddenly felt sharp pieces of metal and blood.
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
The dark room was now filled with golden light, and along with the golden light came Joey's scream of pain.
As the other Batman retrieved the fragment of the Helmet of Destiny, Joey also began to undergo a transformation.
The dozen or so scars on Joey's body now pierced out sharp golden metal fragments, including the two scars on his face.
Blood gushed from his body, and the stinging pain made Joey scream uncontrollably, writhing on the bed.
Fortunately, the little games the two had played beforehand had temporarily restrained Joey, otherwise he would be rolling around on the ground covered in metal fragments right now.
Diana, who was already in close proximity to Joey, was also pierced by the suddenly appearing shards, and at that moment their blood mingled once again.
The power of the Helmet of Fate made both parties, who already possessed divinity, remember everything.
The scars on Joey's face and body were not caused by shrapnel from artillery shells, but by the helmet of fate.
The Helmet of Destiny shattered during the previous struggle, resulting in a violent explosion of divine power.
Batman's direction was protected by Martha, thus avoiding the initial physical impact, but Joey was not so lucky.
The fragments scattered like shrapnel from a cannonball, embedding themselves directly into Joey's body and face, causing dozens of scars.
Before Joey could recover, the rampaging divine power directly engulfed the four people present, as well as Gotham City and even the entire Earth.
These uncontrolled divine powers possess the ability to determine destiny and rewrite cause and effect.
Ultimately, the aftershocks of the explosion warped the entire planet, creating a completely new reality according to the visions of those present.