svetikya Chapter 128 Death
Chapter 128 Death
Chapter 128 Death
In front of a computer emitting a fluorescent blue light.
Batman looked at the young Robin beside him.
Do you understand?
"Yeah, he's a lunatic!"
Batman shook his head and looked at the man dressed like a circus clown on the computer screen.
"No, don't underestimate him."
Batman said, "He's no ordinary madman. Things are far more complicated than you think, Robin."
"He's different from other criminals."
Robin tilted his head, indicating that he didn't understand.
"But he's a madman, with exaggerated white paint smeared on his face and his hair dyed green..."
"Robin!"
"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say."
Batman sighed. If there was anyone in the world who understood the Joker, that madman, better than anyone else, it was probably Batman himself.
Batman stares at the grinning Joker photo on the screen.
He said, "He has no code of conduct, no routine, and no criminal intent. Don't expect to understand him as deeply as you would other criminals."
"The Joker is an unpredictable element; his desires change like flowing water."
"It's hard to guess what his next plan will be, and it's impossible to try to communicate with him and persuade him like other criminals do."
Batman paused, his tone extremely serious, and turned to look at Robin, who seemed somewhat indifferent.
"If you are careless when facing him..."
""
"You will die."
"Do you understand, Jason?"
Robin pursed his lips and nodded, replying, "Understood."
Batman nodded. "That's good. Now that he's back, only we can stop him."
In a dark place.
A sound suddenly rang out.
"What did you see?"
"Some memories."
"Continue meditating."
"it is good."
A warehouse.
The metal struck the flesh with a dull thud.
Then, a hand wearing a leather glove grabbed the boy's hair and slammed him to the ground.
The clown twirled the crowbar in his palm and laughed, "Ouch, that looks painful, little bird."
With each breath Robin took, his chest felt as if it were being torn apart, and his limbs felt as if they were filled with lead, leaving him with no strength whatsoever.
He gritted his teeth to keep from crying out in pain, and kept his eyes tightly closed.
It seems they are trying to escape the abuse that will follow.
The clown's voice rang in my ears.
"Let's try it out, little bird."
"Let's see which method hurts more."
Boom!
The crowbar was snatched down in mid-air, and the sound of it being swung could be faintly heard.
"A forehand shot?"
Boom!
"Or should I use a counter-attack!?"
Boom! ! !
The clown gripped the crowbar with both hands, raised it high, and then brought it down with all his might, smashing it into young Robin's chest.
Click.
That was the sound of bones breaking.
Ugh!
That was the cry of pain from the victim who could no longer endure it.
"Hahahaha, that's hilarious, so hilarious! You're practically a carbon copy of him!!!"
The clown kicked Robin in the face. "You really only scream when you're in extreme pain~"
Robin's face was pressed tightly against the ground, his vision blurred by his swollen eyes, making the clown's figure appear as a blurry afterimage, impossible to see clearly.
@#%&*..
'
"!?"
Suddenly, the clown lay down on the ground, pressed his ear against Robin's face, and said, "Shout louder, little one, Uncle J's hearing isn't very good."
After saying that, he grabbed Robin's hair and slammed him to the ground, laughing loudly, "I bet your lungs have completely collapsed! I'm so sorry, kid, I didn't want to turn a talkative little bird into a mute..."
""
Robin's gaze was sharp as he stared intently at the clown in front of him.
His lips moved.
The clown pressed his face even closer together.
With a spit!
A mouthful of bloody saliva was spat on the clown's face.
Robin sneered, "Fuck you, you bastard."
The clown paused, wiped the spittle off his face, and then looked at his fingers with disgust.
"Ouch, that's disgusting. You have no manners, kid."
The clown stood up, tucked the crowbar under his arm, then took a white handkerchief from inside his purple suit and wiped his face.
"Even the first little bird knew what manners were, how come you have absolutely no manners?"
Robin struggled to raise his arm.
The twisted fingers trembled.
The clown watched with great interest.
Until the other person gave the middle finger.
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""
The clown rolled his eyes, looking helpless.
He pulled a crowbar from under his arm and pointed it at Robin.
"I think I need to give you another lesson so you can keep up with the bats."
Then a thoughtful look appeared on the clown's face, as if he was thinking about something important, and the crowbar returned to his chest.
"Hmm... Ah! I think I'll just forget about it. Continuing to hit you with the crowbar won't hurt!"
In an instant, Robin felt his vision go black.
The clown's shoe sole stepped on his face.
The other person stepped on his face and twisted it on the ground, as if crushing an ant.
One cheek was pressed firmly against the ground, while the other cheek was firmly pressed down by the sole of a shoe.
It was as if they knew what was going to happen next.
Robin closed her eyes and stopped looking.
The thing Bruce taught him most was patience.
Fortunately, he was very talented in this area.
Unfortunately, patience also has its limits.
The clown frantically pounded on his crowbar, further damaging his already broken body.
Even after the other party left, he probably wouldn't have had the strength to escape this hellish place.
Not to mention the woman's sobbing.
Bruce.
You need to hurry up.
I think I might... not be able to hold on any longer.
boom!
Clang.
The crowbar was thrown to the ground by the clown.
He patted his sleeves with a disgruntled expression, as if there was something dirty on them.
The clown muttered, "How boring."
He walked to the warehouse door and glanced back at Robin, the boy lying on the ground.
"Alright kid, the party's over. I had a great time with you today."
The clown straightened his tie and laughed, "Of course, I can assure you I'm even happier than you are."
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"Since you've been so silent all this time, I guess I'll just have to do it my way."
After saying that, the clown glanced again at the woman who was tied to the pillar and sobbing.
"Oh! What a heartwarming scene! I hope you can keep it up."
"Jason, after Uncle J leaves, you must listen to your mother! Eat on time, go to bed on time, and finish your homework on time. Be a good boy, and people will like you!"
At this point, the clown grinned an exaggerated smile.
"Oh right, remember to say hello to the bat for me."
"Haha ...
Goodbye, you two!
With a bang, the warehouse door was slammed shut by the clown.
A few sobs mingled with the tranquil atmosphere.
The woman's tears fell uncontrollably to the ground. She dared not look at her own flesh and blood, fearing that if she did, she would only cry even more bitterly.
"Waaaaah...!?"
The woman looked up abruptly and found Jason standing in front of her without her noticing.
"I...I'll get you out of here...Mom...Ugh!"
Jason was about to raise his arm to untie the ropes binding his mother when he suddenly fell to the ground.
Get up, Jason, get up, just like Bruce taught you before.
Give it your all...
Jason lay on the ground, completely exhausted. He didn't look at his biological mother who was tied to the pillar again.
Instead, she whispered, "I'm sorry, I really don't have the strength anymore..."
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Resigned to his fate, Jason could still clearly hear the ticking of the time bomb.
drop.
drop.
drop.
My gaze lingered on that door.
Robin had never been so eager to see Batman as she was today.
Bruce.
Where are you.
Come quick...
boom!!!
The warehouse exploded in an instant, flames shooting into the sky.
A black blur rushed into the fire scene, searching through the wreckage for his child.
"No no no no no no no... Jason..."
He didn't care about the scorching hot wooden board, even though the girdles were now completely ruined, revealing his flesh-colored fingers, which then bled the next second.
A few minutes passed.
He finally found that figure.
He lifted the heavy iron plate and saw the figure trapped underneath.
Batman's first action was to check his pulse.
Then there was a pause of several seconds.
His body felt as if it were being crushed by a mountain.
And it came down.
Jason...
""
It was still a pitch-black environment.
"Jason? Jason?!"
.
"
.I am here.
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"Tell me, what did you see this time?"
The young man, who had taken off his shirt, revealed a strong, muscular body with flowing lines.
Jason held his hands to his abdomen, and his fingers trembled involuntarily when he heard Lei Xiao's question.
After a while.
A calm, still voice came from his mouth.
"Defeat and destruction."
"I saw my own defeat."
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