My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

The clown has his own set of ideas. He likes chaos and believes that this is the key to building a fair and just society.

He thinks that what he is doing is not completely disorderly and crazy behavior, but making some changes for this absurd world like those superheroes.

This set of fallacies sounds reasonable, and Harvey, the double-faced man, was moved by his ideas.

Eric worried that the inexperienced Raven would be affected by the clown's fallacies, so he stopped him aloud.

"Why stop me? Bat, because what I said was too righteous, so it stimulated your sensitive heart? Haha, then I have to express my honor."

The clown was very dissatisfied with being interrupted by Eric, and the corner of his mouth opened a wider arc, and asked Eric.

"You think you're right?"

Eric stopped the horse he was leading and asked the clown.

He is determined to argue with the most controversial villain in the DC universe.

"Haha, look, little Batgirl, Bat is getting serious. He may want to dedicate a show with me as a debater for pros and cons. Then you have to watch this show carefully."

The clown's face was full of smiles, and he said to Eric: "Misfortune and oppression will come to everyone, no matter how kind that person is, and when misfortune comes, people have nothing to do but degenerate."

The clown's eyes stared like copper bells, and his scarlet lips parted even higher, "Like that dead Batman, do you know why he went crazy?"

"go Ape?"

Raven didn't understand what the clown meant by going crazy.

He knows that there is Batman in this world, and he is the leader of a group of superheroes just like Eric.

But she didn't quite understand why the Joker would say Batman was crazy.

"Yes, he opened the door and chose to believe in human nature. Isn't that crazy?! Oh, my poor little bat, I'll just call him the dead bat! Now you are the doomsday bat, I'm so lucky, no matter There are bats everywhere."

The Joker has known for a long time that Eric is not the Batman of this world, so he gave Eric the nickname of Batman of the End Times.

"That was the last case, and I gotta say, I was a little bit involved."

The clown licked his lips and told a secret story.

That is the story that happened before the world was destroyed.

 …

"Approaching final destination, Alfred!"

Batman drives the Batmobile through the streets of Gotham City.

It was late at night, and there was a light rain on the street, washing away all the filth.

The headlights of the Batmobile pierced the darkness of the night, but not very far.

"I'm listening, and the sensors show no movement at all, and no heat signature detected, sir."

Alfred turned to Batman.

"clear!"

Batman nodded and turned the Batmobile onto another street.

He has been investigating the case for almost a whole year.

From the start, however, the case didn't feel quite right.

Most disturbingly, the complete absence of ostentatious villains, corpses, and actual victims doesn't alarm him at all, but...

When the clown narrated this point, he suddenly turned his gaze towards Ai Rui, "Let me tell you a secret about the 'dead bat'. Do you know where his vigilance comes from?"

Before Eric could answer, the clown took the initiative to reveal the mystery for Eric, "From his scars, those are like an alarm system carved into his body, those scars, those edema, I often feel proud of those scars." Blame! Oh, poor little bat!"

The clown let out a groan.

After lamenting, the story is continued.

While Batman rushed to the scene, he reviewed the files.

Every morning for the past 365 days, someone has chalked a different random five-foot line across Gotham City.

But it was wiped off by the next day, and that's the whole mystery and nothing more.

But when he used satellites to assemble these chalk lines into a picture, he saw...

The chalk outline is him, dead Batman!

Furthermore, given the size of the silhouette, Batman's stopped heart is located exactly where his parents died - Crime Alley!

"Here I am! Alfred!"

Batman gets out of the car.

The location is Crime Alley.

"That's what I said, sir, the sensor has nothing."

"No, there are others here!"

Batman stood at the entrance of the dark alley, quietly watching inside.

Raindrops dripped onto his helmet, flowing down the uneven crevices.

"Transferring images to you, Alfred."

"Vision is being built."

As Batman's voice fell, the visual picture Batman saw was transmitted into the Batcave.

Alfred in front of the screen clearly saw the scene in the alley.

"Oh no!"

Alfred cried out in surprise.

Deep in the alley of crime, beneath a extinguished street lamp, there is a crouching black figure.

He was huddled there, holding an umbrella.

Da da da!

Batman walked towards the shadow.

"Hello, kid, are you hurt?"

He stood in front of the shadow and asked aloud.

"Master, you must be careful, something is not right..."

"I know, Alfred."

Batman replied to the butler, and continued to ask Sombra, "Son, let me take a look at you, okay?"

He greeted the small black figure.

"Just want to make sure you're safe and sound, don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

The figure holding an umbrella and huddled under the streetlight that lost its light still didn't answer.

The only sound in the whole alley was the pattering of umbrellas.

Batman waited for a moment, then stepped forward to lift the umbrella.

What was under the umbrella surprised him!

"Oh My God!"

Even Batman, who was used to seeing big storms, couldn't help but make a sound of surprise in the face of such a scene.

It was the body of a little boy!

The corpse was already in a state of severe decay, and the eyes that had begun to rot were turned outward, as if they were complaining about something. Due to the erosion of rainwater, the rotten smell has disappeared, maybe it has been treated with anti-corrosion.

Alfred also saw the corpse, and he said to Batman over the radio in a somewhat hasty voice: "Master, I think you should leave as soon as possible!"

Batman didn't seem to intend to leave, he simply checked the condition of the corpse.

"Notify Jim, Alfred, that the victim was visually estimated to be ten, maybe eleven, and the body was badly decomposed!"

Facing the highly decomposed corpse, he calmly carried out detection and inspection.

Gently pushed the body of the little boy sitting on the ground forward, and found some kind of support against his back.

"He's in a certain position because he's made of some kind of support, some kind of mechanical..."