"That's why Portelia became what she is now."
After telling Henry Duca the reasons why Portelia became what she is now, she grabbed Portelia's hand at the end of the season. Portelia smiled, her eyes full of satisfaction, without any reluctance.
Henry Duca had a look of relief in his eyes and said: "It can be seen that she is very suitable for you!".
"Yes, it suits me very well!" Ji Mo nodded.
"grandfather!"
While talking, the door of Henry Duca's room was pushed open, and a child who looked to be only three or four years old ran in with hurried steps, while a woman looked at the child helplessly. Said: "Run slowly, Damian! Have you forgotten what I taught you?".
"Oh!" The child responded obediently, shrank his neck in fear, slowed down, and walked over.
"Miranda!" Ji Mo said hello when he saw the woman, but Miranda was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Hello, Ji Mo.".
"Is this? Your and Bruce's son?" Seeing Henry Duca hugging the child with a smile, Ji Mo asked in a low voice.
Miranda nodded, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was not angry but also helpless, and Henry Duca said coldly: "This child has nothing to do with him!".
"What happened?" A question mark flashed through his mind at the end of the season. He looked at Henry Duca and thought of Batman's weird attitude when he met Batman, and his face was full of doubts.
Henry Duca sighed and said: "It's hard to describe in words!".
Ji Mo leaned on the sofa and said as Henry Duca said before: "Then speak slowly! There is plenty of time!".
Henry Duca was stunned. After hugging Damian on the sofa, he started to tell with a wry smile.
…
Gotham is a city forever surrounded by crime and darkness. Under the superficial glitz, there is filth hidden in the dark alleys. Crime incidents never stop and can even be seen everywhere.
As a superhero who protects the city, Batman retired after the nuclear bomb incident and started a world of two with Miranda.
After the nuclear bomb incident, Gotham has also changed a bit. Crime incidents are slowly decreasing. In this sinful city shrouded in darkness, it seems that the warmth of the sun can gradually be felt.
However, crime is only slowly decreasing. It will still take a lot of time and the unremitting efforts of righteous people to bring about qualitative changes in this city that is full of darkness.
However, this is also a good phenomenon. Of course, this good meaning is only for some people.
As time passes, Gotham looks more and more full of light, and the evil in the darkness becomes more and more dissatisfied and impatient.
This is the soil where they live, and they don't want to be driven out and turned into ashes under the sunlight.
However, they are helpless, because Batman is like a sharp blade hanging above everyone's head. Anyone who dares to reach out will be chopped with a knife, and that knife will be heartbreaking and even cause bleeding.
In the dark alley, after a high-pitched scream, it became strangely quiet.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" He licked his lips and revealed a weird smile on his somewhat ferocious mouth. While taking a deep breath, he said softly to the woman struggling under his hands with a weird smile on his face. : "Don't worry, don't worry, it won't hurt, look at me, yes, smile like me!".
The woman's eyes widened in horror, her tear ducts seemed to have collapsed, and her tears couldn't stop flowing down.
Laugh, who can laugh at this time?
"Come on, do it with me, laugh!" The man lowered his lips and showed a very happy smile again. However, in this atmosphere and situation, instead of making people feel relaxed, it actually made people feel chilled in their hearts.
Tears soaked the woman's face.
"Hehe, it seems that you just can't learn to laugh." He muttered dissatisfiedly, and the man in a long purple suit reached out and touched the woman's neck. A cold light flashed, and blood suddenly spurted out, and the woman struggled violently.
The more she struggled, the faster her blood flowed.
"Look, a person at this time is just like a killed chicken, no different, bleeding, struggling, and then..."
"die!"
"Plop!"
Throwing away the corpse in his hand, the man in the purple suit looked at the blood on his fingers and frowned with dissatisfaction. However, after seeing the woman's face that was completely stained by tears, he He stretched out his blood-stained fingers with great interest and traced the corner of the woman's mouth twice.
Suddenly, a face full of tears but with a strange smile replaced the woman's face.
"Tsk, tsk, what a masterpiece!" After looking at it, the man in the long purple suit jumped on the spot happily, wiped his hands on the woman's chest twice, and after wiping away the last bit of blood, a poker slipped out of his sleeve. , fell between the man's fingers.
"How about leaving it there?"
"There seems to be wind now. It would be bad if it blows away!"
"By the way, just put it here..."
Following the man's nervous murmur, the man laughed playfully and inserted the poker in his hand into the wound on the corpse's neck.
"Look, I'm so smart!"
The man in a purple suit looked very proud. After standing up, he showed a big smile. On his pale face, a bright red lip with scars was extremely conspicuous.
"Oh haha..." The man sniffed it gently and said intoxicatedly: "Yes, it is this smell, chaos, death, sin...".
"But!" Suddenly the man opened his palms angrily, scratched himself twice as if he was crazy, and said, "I can feel the madness and chaos in this city slowly decreasing!".
"Hoo ho!"
Like a lunatic, he was panting violently on the spot. The man's face seemed angry but not angry, and seemed to be smiling but not smiling. In the dark alley, in front of the strange corpse, it looked extremely horrifying and made people shudder.
"Hey, this can't be done..."
Finally, a crazy and heart-chilling smile appeared on the man's face.
"Hey, this can't be done..."
The man stood up straight like a martyr, stretched out his hand to comb his messy hair meticulously, and said seriously: "This is really not possible...".
After the words fell, the man stepped into the darkness and disappeared, but there were faint sounds of crazy laughter in the darkness.
The increasingly strong smell of blood filled the entire alley, and the character pattern on the playing card stained with blood on the corpse seemed to be showing a bloody smile.
That's a trump card, the so-called Joker!
