newbobooks Chapter 53 Batman and the Joker
Chapter 53 Batman and the Joker
Chapter 53 Batman and the Joker
On his way here, the Joker had imagined countless times what kind of traps Batman would set.
He knew that once he arrived at the address on that piece of paper, Batman would likely be waiting for him there.
And what about him? He hadn't prepared anything.
There were no hostages, no piranhas laughing maniacally, and not even a bomb ready to explode.
He never even killed anyone for bats!
He should stand amidst dozens of grinning corpses, applauding the belated Batman, offering his beloved darling the usual Gotham greetings, then spraying him with acid corsages or throwing Joker bombs, like a young girl giving her lover a sweet kiss.
Then his bat will give him his favorite big slap, like a lover affectionately stroking a young girl's delicate nose, and then send him to Arkham after a satisfying beating.
He might reap some roses (from being beaten to the point of vomiting blood), a few hickeys (from having a few ribs broken), or a near-strangulation.
But now none of that is there. There are no explosives, no hostages. It's like before a wonderful night, there was no movie, no candlelight dinner, no romantic date, no fireworks display. Instead, it's a direct and brutal fast forward to the two of them sitting on the bed, staring at each other.
But that's okay, right?
Because that's what Batman wants.
Mayor Caro is like a tattered garment; no matter how much he (or she?) flaunts it, he can't seduce Batman.
Then this garment is just a tattered piece of clothing.
The young woman was filled with anxiety. She felt that her lover's affection was slipping away, but she didn't know how to win him back.
Even Mayor Carlo's black lace bunny-ear mini-skirt couldn't seduce her lover, so how could a candlelight dinner and a toast with hostages or explosives possibly win his favor?
However, there wasn't enough time to plan a fireworks display that involved releasing nitrous oxide in the city center or a reservoir, or simply blowing up some buildings.
Oh, and Bane, that little bitch, huh? That despicable third party, but she's a magnanimous person. She won't rush over and scratch his face. She restrained herself; that would ruin her lover's mood.
Oh, so now the pale-skinned girl is a little conflicted. She feels somewhat despised, like those people waiting for business on the street, whom Batman beckons to and they eagerly offer themselves up, without any restraint or shame.
But what can he do when he hates Batman?
He couldn't tolerate Batman ignoring him, much less Gordon or those boring cops tarnishing his reputation.
So... if Batman doesn't come.
Then he might as well go and offer himself up, even if he's seen as foolish.
Even a cruel favor is better than the gentlest indifference.
And then... that's now.
"No."
The clown staggered backward.
Things shouldn't have been this way.
"No...no no no no!"
The clown suddenly pounced on Chen Tao. Chen Tao didn't dodge. He realized that this wasn't a hysterical attack, but just an unbelievable touch.
"Who are you? What the hell are you? Give me back my bat!"
"Ha-hahaha~"
"Don't you understand? I am Batman."
The silvery-white particles trembled, and the Joker saw Batman's face suddenly appear, then vanish again in an instant.
"You..."
The clown felt a heavy blow to his face. He saw the pale, purple-haired freak opposite him raise the crowbar in his hand and beat him repeatedly.
It lacks the sweet romance of Batman, leaving only cold malice and cruelty that strikes straight to the soul.
That comfortable feeling was gone, replaced only by a bone-chilling pain.
He felt Batman grab him by the collar and lift him up, dragging him to a corner of the room.
The Joker saw Batman—no, the pale monster that Batman had transformed into—open the wooden crate that was in the corner.
"A Batman suit?" the Joker said. "Good heavens."
His tone was normal and calm, his mouth turned down, and even though the cut on his lip made his calm expression look strange and creepy, the Joker didn't care at all. He heard Batman laugh strangely.
"Haahahaha—"
The clown felt a chill run through his body; he had never imagined that his familiar laughter would sound so terrifying.
"I've been thinking about it, Joker."
Tell me, what does it mean to win?
The Joker, hearing Batman transformed into a pale, freakish figure, laughing maniacally, said, "Let's get straight to the point, shall we? You little black heart, beating and beating and beating, why didn't I kill you?"
Then his head transformed back into Batman's head in a silvery-white glow, the beautiful bat head with pointed ears, simply and crudely mounted on the purple suit-clad body, mocking everyone.
Even in the deepest nightmares of Gotham, not even in the Joker's twisted mind, such a terrifying scene had ever been seen.
"Because that way you win."
Batman's voice was low and deep, the call of his beloved was gentle and hoarse, and he lowered his head with a face full of sorrow.
"Batman, it's you! What happened? What's going on...?"
"I...I can't control myself..."
"No, no! Darling, I'm here... Batman, you can never be defeated, you won't—"
The clown shakily stretched out his hand, his fingers twisted and contorted like a pretzel from the violent beating.
But the Joker felt no pain at all. As long as Batman was there, as long as Batman was still there, no matter what predicament Batman was in, Batman would always win, Batman would always defeat him, defeat anyone!
He trembled as he tried to touch Batman's cheek, but only managed to touch the upturned corner of his mouth.
Batman's voice turned into hysterical laughter the next second.
"Haha, haha, hehehe ahahahahahahahaha—"
The hoarse laughter gradually distorted and rose in pitch. He seemed to have choked on his laughter. The Joker saw Batman's mouth split open, and the face under the bat hood turned deathly pale, like his own reflection.
"No! No!"
The clown screamed hysterically, almost vomiting out of his mouth.
The pale freak began dressing him in the Batman suit. Beneath the mask, the lower half of Batman's face, already deathly pale, continued to speak, while the upper half of his face returned to pale in the silvery light.
"Hahaha, I love that answer! That way you win, and I win! But it's different, you know? It's different. This is how I win, little bat, I'm persistent."
"You just said you wouldn't do that because it would let me win. That's what you tell yourself and others, because you don't want to admit the truth—the old excuse of the slippery slope theory. Am I right?"
"Batman killed the Joker, and then suddenly, who knows, what could stop Batman from killing all those bad guys like the Joker and going completely insane?"
The clown stared at the pale monster and laughed, saying, "But I think that's nonsense, old friend."
The Joker's entire body was gradually being dressed in a Batman suit by the pale monster, his half-pale face hidden under Batman's black mask.
Accompanied by a silvery-white light, the monster transformed back into Batman, dressed in a Batman suit, with pointed ears—oh no, naturally, the face under the mask remained deathly pale, and the mouth stretched to the roots of the ears.
Okay, now they look almost identical—a pale man in a Batman suit.
"I mean, you really think you can't just kill me, the Joker, and stop? Nobody will know. You can find a secluded spot, do it in the dark, you can handle that, right? And afterwards say something like, 'Oh, poor Joker, I knew him,'"
"No!" said the Joker, "I would never do that!"
His bat costume and pointed ears gleamed in the darkness.
Then, in an instant, everything disappeared.
A hysterical laugh, a mouth turned up high, bright red teeth, and a vicious look in his eyes.
The Joker heard Batman say to him, "You...you have to help me...I can't hold him off for much longer."
The clown's neck was loosened, and he staggered, standing on the ground bewildered.
He touched his bat mask and cloak.
"It's over there... the dark red cabinet around the corner... you have to go in, climb inside!"
He heard Batman say to him, "You have to go inside so you can turn me back!"
(End of this chapter)