area51novel Chapter 64 Choice
Chapter 64 Choice
Chapter 64 Choice
"...For the Joker, the world is a giant arcade..."
Bane sat at his desk, intently reading the pamphlet Batman had written for him.
"Life is nothing more than arcade tokens to the clown. The only reason he still has them is because he hasn't found a fun machine yet. Once he does, he'll spend them without hesitation."
The muscular man carefully picked up his large fingers, turned the book to the next page, and continued reading:
"He's a liar and a conman, so when you're facing the Joker, always remember: don't try to understand the Joker's behavior with conventional thinking."
"Does the Joker have a plan? Although he often claims he doesn't, there's no doubt he does. He just doesn't have a target, which makes him more difficult to deal with than ordinary criminals who use plans."
"I have to admit that the Joker's comparison of himself to a mad dog chasing a truck is quite apt. Generally speaking, a plan needs a process and a goal. For people who like to make plans, like you, Bane, achieving the goal is definitely your ultimate ideal result. The so-called plan is just a means to achieve the goal."
Bain chuckled softly, unaware that for a fleeting moment, his smile resembled that of a girl who had just received a love letter. But in the next instant, that smile transformed into a wild and excited murderous intent.
Batman is almost openly provoking in the pamphlets: "The Joker is More Troublesome" and "Ordinary Criminals Using the Plan".
Even though Bane knew the other party's purpose, he was still stirred. However, he quickly suppressed these emotions; they neither swayed him nor stopped him from continuing to watch.
"But for the Joker, the goal is not the goal; carrying out the plan is the goal. He enjoys the process of carrying out the plan, which gives him an orgasm."
"He had no worldly desires, no concrete, realistic goals. Money? Power? He wanted nothing. Like a dog chasing a truck, he didn't actually want to do anything to it."
"If we must say that the Joker has a goal in mind, then we can only say that he wants to disprove all rules and order, and prove that chaos and evil are the true nature of the world."
"So, do you understand?"
"He hates and mocks all rules and order, which include, but are not limited to, your plans, Bane, to crush Batman."
For the Joker, sabotaging other people's plans is almost instinctive. To him, other people's plans, rules, and even any code of conduct are nothing but a rotten joke…
Thank you for reminding me.
Bain thought to himself:
I now understand what kind of guy the Joker is.
Knock knock knock!
A knock on the door interrupted Bane's thoughts. His henchman, the Caveman, entered and reported, "Bane, the Batman suit is ready."
Bain nodded. "I understand."
He stood up.
The caveman's mouth moved for a while before finally speaking:
"Bane, are we really going to team up with the Joker and divide up the whole city?"
Bain did not answer him; he walked straight out of the room, and it wasn't until he disappeared around the corner of the corridor that the caveman heard his voice drifting through the air.
Who knows?
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Lincoln March, dressed in the Claws uniform of the Court of Owls, walked down the gloomy corridor.
The bright moonlight shone through the broken and dirty glass on the windowsill, casting mottled shadows on the creaking wooden floor and illuminating his silver-white streamlined armor, making the large owl eyes on his helmet appear blood red.
This is an abandoned hospital, funded and built by Martha Wayne and Thomas Wayne. Such abandoned hospitals are common in Gotham.
The reconstruction plan, known as Project O'Sullivan, included not only hospitals, but also schools, community colleges, and public facilities, forming a vast network that, if fully completed, would be enough to transform Gotham…
Well, these are all things that will never have a chance to be done. So it's pointless to talk about how these things would change Gotham if they were built.
But since the couple was murdered in Crime Alley decades ago, their urban redevelopment plans have also fallen through.
Lincoln March shook his head.
He is currently carrying out the tasks assigned by the court, and he shouldn't be distracted at this time.
But he still couldn't help recall what Bruce Wayne had said during their last meeting:
"You know what? Mr. March—well, I'd like to just call you Lincoln, may I?"
Did you know that owls sometimes take over other people's nests?
"They murder the parents of ordinary birds, raise their offspring, and then, when the time is right, disembowel them to feed themselves?"
"Those foolish little birds not only submit to the owl's claws, but also to the claws of their parents' murderers, and they obey the owl's orders to murder their brothers—the end result, of course, is that they both become the owl's lunch!"
The implications of these words were far too obvious; it wasn't just a hint, it was practically a blatant declaration. Bruce Wayne must have discovered his identity, and the things he said...
Lincoln March shook his head. Forget it, now's not the time to think about these things.
He pushed open the door to a room. Outside was still a dark and gloomy corridor, but inside it was brightly lit.
"Welcome! Welcome! Claws from the Court of Owls—you've chosen a suitable collaborator!"
Lincoln March narrowed his eyes slightly. In the very center of the room, the Scarecrow sat imposingly in the main seat.
And next to—
Lincoln March's gaze swept over.
Killer Croc, Ventriloquist, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Strange—how did these four villains, who seem to have nothing in common, end up sitting together, and even appear to be forming a faction?
Victor, the Mr. Freeze, held a slightly special position, sitting directly next to the Scarecrow.
Lincoln's gaze swept across the room, which was completely filled with Arkham's lunatics. He had to admit that Scarecrow had some talent for leadership. After all, not just anyone could gather so many lunatics.
"I told you, the Owl Court's choice of me wouldn't be a problem; we can divide this city among ourselves!"
He confidently stepped forward, carrying a glass of champagne: "A powerful organization needs powerful cooperation..."
"I'm just doing the research, Scarecrow," Lincoln interrupted him without hesitation. "You must first prove to the court that you have the ability to control the entire city before our cooperation can officially begin."
Although the other person was very polite, he didn't know why, but he felt a strange sense of aversion. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He didn't want to admit it…
Deep down, he was thinking:
With so many villains... can Batman really handle them all?
The scarecrow didn't seem to care about the other person's coldness: "It's an honor to invite you, Mr. Claw. We're about to acquire a brand new bargaining chip."
He said, "Oswald just sent a message saying he will send our Mayor Carlo over."
(End of this chapter)