radicalducati Chapter 113 The Invincible Superman Has Fallen Again
Chapter 113 The Invincible Superman Has Fallen Again
Chapter 113 The Invincible Superman Has Fallen Again
Rewind five minutes, to the moment before old Thomas fired the shot.
The pursuit of the Joker went even more smoothly than Thomas had imagined; the Joker did not try as hard as before to conceal his whereabouts.
Shortly after escaping Arkham Asylum, the man brazenly hijacked a taxi driver at gunpoint and ordered him to take him to the outskirts of Gotham, where a circus was being performed.
This is not Martha's style at all.
In the ordinary universe, Bruce Wayne's version of Batman is both courageous and meticulous, always having backup plans.
In case you don't know, these traits were inherited from his parents.
In the Flashpoint universe, Batman Thomas is brave and fearless, yet somewhat reckless, while the Joker Martha is always cunning and calculating, causing Thomas a lot of trouble.
Why is Martha so openly displaying her whereabouts now?
Following the driver's description after reporting the incident, Thomas, dressed in plain clothes, drove his cheapest Pininfarina to the outside of the circus.
Old Thomas casually bought a cheap plastic monster mask from a street vendor, put it on, and slowly reached forward, gripping the pistol under his suit jacket, which had already been released.
Under the cover of night and the dim lights outside the circus, the bats stealthily crept into the circus's rest area.
As if guided by some unseen force, he smelled a strong stench of blood as soon as he lifted the curtain of the first tent.
A man in a yellow woolen jacket leaned back in his chair, his throat cleanly slit open, blood flowing freely and staining a circus performance flyer lying at his feet a brownish-red.
Hehe~
A snicker came from the corner.
Thomas fired without hesitation toward the source of the sound, and a figure in the shadows fell to the ground.
He didn't even care what kind of schemes the other side was planning this time, or whether his first shot had killed an innocent scapegoat.
All he knew was that this time, the Joker had plenty of bullets.
"Congratulations! Another innocent person has died because of you, and the Bats have scored another point!"
Martha emerged from the shadows on the other side, grinning widely at her husband with her exaggeratedly wide mouth, ripped from her cheek by razor blades, displaying the clown's signature toothy grin:
"Oh, Thomas, look at me, I'm already laughing! How many more people do you want to kill before you stop?"
The other person's smile at that moment only made the old bat feel a chill down his spine. He had indeed hoped that his wife could emerge from the shadow of losing her son and regain her smile.
For this, old Thomas killed someone for the first time. He personally killed the murderer who had murdered his son that night, a nobody from the lowest rungs of Gotham's streets.
When he returned to Wayne Manor with the news, he saw a smile return to Martha's face, but it wasn't the one he had expected.
Martha went mad and turned into a clown.
Thomas, too, embarked on a path of no return.
Murder is like a boulder rolling down a mountain; once it starts, there's no way it will stop.
However, everything in the world eventually comes to an end, and that end is called death.
"I only have two people left to kill."
Thomas raised his Glock and prepared to pull the trigger without hesitation.
A sudden gust of wind blew the tent, which was nailed to the ground, off its hinges, and Joey reached out and crushed the Glock in Thomas's hand, which had not yet been fired.
Wonder Woman throws out her Lasso of Truth, binding Martha the Joker who is standing nearby:
"This farce between you two ends here!"
Joey glanced down at the scene and saw the bodies of two strange men, as well as a bloodstained circus poster on the ground.
The illustrations depict the various exhibits and performances of this traveling circus.
Besides the Grayson family, there are also acrobats who can bend their bodies 270 degrees and muscular men with shark heads.
Most importantly, in an inconspicuous little section in the lower right corner of the poster, a short text accompanied by a picture quickly caught Joey's eye: "A mysterious magic helmet on display, said to be able to foresee the future and bring good luck. For just one dollar, you can touch it!"
If it's just an ordinary item from a regular circus, then it's nothing more than a scam, like a con artist's act, where the main thing is that one person is willing to hit and the other is willing to be hit.
Unfortunately, Joey recognized the helmet in the picture accompanying the text, and he was currently carrying a fragment of it in his arms.
Helmet of Destiny.
The fragment of the Helm of Destiny in Joey's possession was brought by the Raven, who can freely travel through the universe, so it is clear that it comes from another universe.
Now Joey has finally come face to face with the helmet of destiny that is the universe itself.
A sense of foreboding crept into his heart, and Joey reached out and grabbed the collar of the only mortal present, the old bat.
It was launched at the drone with the steel skeleton in the air.
At the same time, a sudden change occurred at the scene.
"No, no, no, this farce isn't over yet!"
Martha the Clown, bound and gleeful, showed no signs of being mentally suppressed by the Lasso of Truth.
"In fact, the real show is just beginning!"
A dazzling Anka symbol emerged from the clown's body, and a golden helmet appeared out of thin air, covering the other's pale face.
A violent magical shockwave swept Wonder Woman away as she was still trying to control the Lasso of Truth.
Joey's heat vision swept across, and the folded space, like a mirror, returned the attack in full.
Joey, who was blasted away by his own heat vision, felt dizzy and his surroundings changed countless times in an instant during his flight.
After passing through the corona of a giant red giant, the core of a toxic blue variable star, the accretion disk of a supermassive black hole, and smashing countless asteroids with its head.
In an instant, Joey, who had involuntarily traversed most of the universe, crashed down at Batman's feet.
Looking at Joey lying on the ground, bleeding from his head, Batman even had a sense of déjà vu.
It feels so familiar.
The invincible Superman has fallen again, and Batman has to quickly rack his brains to find a solution to the current crisis. God-King Naboo is the ultimate representative of cosmic order.
Whoever dons the Helmet of Destiny will become an agent of Naboo's will.
Batman had extensive dealings with powerful sorceresses like Zatanna during his childhood and adolescence, and clearly remembers her mentioning this.
The current situation is clearly somewhat different from what Zatanna had initially stated.
The person under the Helmet of Fate before them was clearly not being controlled by the God of Order, Naboo, but rather by Martha's own will.
How could Nab, the god of destiny who represents the order of the universe, tolerate such an agent using his power to do whatever he wanted?
"Come, Bruce, my son."
The Joker, wearing the Helmet of Destiny, reached out her hand to Batman. Her voice was so gentle and reassuring, like a mother singing a lullaby to her child.
Bruce felt a little dazed and couldn't help but want to obey Martha's words.