mousepad-d2 Chapter 27 Moon 27
Chapter 27 Moon 27
An hour ago.
late at night.
"Mr. Messenger, are you Falcone?" The penguin's voice came from the other end of the microphone, "Usually he will be in the bar at this time. Do you want to find him?"
His tone was obviously a little cautious, as if he was worried that Falcone would also be recruited by the Secret Star Church and would take his place.
Yulia leaned lazily against the glass of the phone booth, clamped the microphone between his shoulders and ears, held a pen and paper in his hand, looked at the address written on it and said into the microphone: "Nothing, some private I need to find him to settle the matter... Well, are you sure it's this bar?"
"Sure, Mr. Messenger." Penguin said, his voice was a little flattering, "I have arranged someone beside Falcone, it can't be wrong."
"Okay." Ulea said, "Thank you."
After speaking, he wanted to hang up the public phone in his hand.
"Wait a minute!" Penguin's voice stopped him, "Mr. Messenger, is there anything else that I can help?"
Ulea narrowed his eyes, and a strange stream of light flowed in his dark eyes.
After thinking for a while, he said softly, "Call the police, Oswald."
Penguin: "...huh?"
"Tell Director Gordon..." There was a teasing smile in Ulea's tone, as if foreseeing some extremely interesting scene, "The black masked man and the Roman gang are on fire, let him come to defend the law." Let Corone collect the body."
……
the other side.
Falcone was sitting in the box of the nightless bar, with a cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth, carelessly fiddling with the crystal goblet in his hand.
"You mean, Penguin is going to stop completely?" He snorted softly and said with narrowed eyes.
Sitting opposite him were two men wearing white owl masks.
A man and a woman, both wearing expensive custom-made clothes, behaved elegantly, and their every move was full of noble manners cultivated over the years.
"He has been transferring assets recently and making adjustments to the industry." The masked woman said unhurriedly, "I don't know why he made this change. We guess it may have something to do with the Church of Mystic Star."
"Huh, it's just a little gangster who doesn't make a fortune." Falcone smiled disdainfully, "Penguin's withdrawal is not a bad thing for us. This guy is still so worthless, and he was easily washed away by others brain."
"There is one more thing tonight. I don't know if you have heard of it." The woman continued.
Falcone narrowed his eyes: "You mean the black mask went in?"
"Not only did he go in." The masked man said coldly, "He was sent to Arkham, and Bane, who worked with him, had a hand cut off."
Falcone frowned: "It's not surprising to enter Arkham..."
But Bane got a severed hand?
Who did this?
Who has this strength?Even Batman would have a hard time doing that, right?
"He didn't come into Arkham just for the convenience of getting out." The woman in the mask said, "The definite news from our eyeliner in the police station is that he is really mentally abnormal, basically useless. "
"Look at his frightened look." The man said mockingly, "It's better to die."
Falcone was taken aback, and then a smile appeared on his face: "That's really good news."
The forces in Gotham have always been very clear. The gang forces represented by the Romans, Black Masks, and Penguin, the business empire at the core of the Wayne Group, and the Owl Court, the master behind the scenes of the city, check and balance each other. Maintained Gotham's apparent balance.
The Falcone family is the only one of the three gangs that is connected to the Court of Owls.
The coward Penguin is slowly withdrawing from the underground industry and giving up the benefits at hand. However, the foundation he has accumulated over the years is still there. Although there is no threat for the time being, there is no way to completely eradicate it.
The black mask fell down inexplicably, and the forces under him were probably in a mess.
Then only his Falcone family is left in the gang power.
That's right, the Black Mask family has a big business, and the industry accumulated over the years is difficult for Falcone to swallow in one go, but if you add the body transformation project he is currently working on...
Falcone raised his eyes and asked, "Do you know who did it?"
The two masked men looked at each other, and the masked man shook his head slightly, barely visible at the woman.
"I don't know who did it." The woman in the mask said, "I only know that Batman and Robin are on the scene, but they must not be able to do this by themselves. We suspect that the Secret Star Church is behind it." handwriting, but we have not been able to find relevant information."
"There is something that your owl court doesn't know?" Falcone raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"...how is the experiment situation of those under your command?" the masked man tapped his fingers on the table and asked in a deep voice.
When it came to this question, Falcone seemed to be a little more energetic, but he didn't care about the sudden change of the topic, and said seriously: "As usual, everyone is crazy."
"Is it the same as the first batch?" the masked man continued to ask.
Falcone nodded: "The first few subjects were normal, but after a few days, they became delirious, full of fear, talking nonsense, and they all died within a short time."
"died?"
"Don't worry, everything has been dealt with." Falcone put down his cigar and cards, raised his glass and took a sip, with a confident smile on his face, "We have eliminated many problems in this experiment. It’s already in place.”
"How much stock is left of the item we gave you?" the masked woman asked softly.
Falcone reached out and took out a small moon-shaped pendant made of amber from his chest.
The small moon pendant exudes a weird purple light, and there are red light spots swimming inside, like blood spots, which looks strange and inexplicable.
The two masked people subconsciously moved back, avoiding their eyes to avoid touching the moon-shaped pendant.
"There's a lot left." Falcone said, "Look."
The masked man's tone was a little annoyed: "You actually carried it with you?"
Falcone said indifferently: "Why? Such a beautiful thing should be carried with you, and you should take it out to appreciate it at any time."
As he spoke, he stared at the moon-shaped necklace in his hand, with madness, confusion and ecstasy in his eyes. In an instant, his expression completely fell into frenzy, and the previous elegance calmly disappeared. He almost seemed to be changing. one person.
The two masked men immediately stood up.
They looked at each other, and the masked man said: "Then let's go here first, if there is any new information, we will contact you in time."
Falcone's demeanor returned to its original state. As if he hadn't noticed his abnormality at all, he slowly put the pendant back, and then he stood up and said, "Okay."
The two masked people quickly disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the bar, as if they had never been there before, leaving no trace behind.
Falcone sat alone in the box of the bar, and after a moment of blank expressionless expression, he frowned and pressed the center of his brows, and took a deep breath.
What happened to him just now?
Is it out of control?
Recently, this symptom seems to be getting worse.
He thought about it carefully, but his head seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. He considered many factors, including sleep problems, business problems, and even penguin problems, but he just couldn't think of the problem on his chest. That weird necklace hanging on the top.
It's as if thinking has been put into a black box, and it seems to be held by some terrible existence, unable to deviate from the established track.
After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't draw any conclusions, so he could only put this question behind him.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside.
Falcone frowned and asked the waiter standing behind him: "What's going on? Go and see."
The waiter responded and left the box and went outside.
……
Ulea was stopped outside by the security of the bar.
"Non-members are not allowed to enter." The burly bodyguard who seemed to go to the gym every day stopped him.
Uriah glanced at him, thinking that the guy in front of him must have put a lot of effort into stuffing himself into this suit, poor suit.
"Irrelevant personnel, please don't stay here." Seeing Yulea staring at him without saying a word, the bodyguard felt a little nervous for some reason, and hurried away.
"Let me in," Uriah said.
The bodyguard froze for a moment.
The voice of the young man in front of him was not loud, and he did not have the tone of order at all. However, the moment he spoke, the whole world was silent, and only the voice of this young man was left echoing, like a sound from the sky. the ballad.
The bodyguard's mind went blank for an instant, as if the voice had cleaned his mind, and his eyes became empty.He turned sideways and made a "please" gesture respectfully.
"Thank you." Ulea said politely, and walked into the bar.
It was already late at night, but the bar was still buzzing with people. Countless men and women writhed their bodies on the dance floor with blurred eyes, and the air was full of the smell of alcohol and tobacco.
Ulea frowned, took a glass of cocktail from the passing bartender, and sat down in an empty corner.
After a while, he was spotted by a girl with heavy makeup passing by.
The girl walked over gracefully, sat down beside him, and said in a deep and sexy voice, "Why don't you go to the dance floor?"
Uriah didn't even look at her, just glanced at the electronic timer flashing purple neon lights, and checked the time.Then he narrowed his eyes and said, "Come on."
The girl giggled, and said, "Which family are you young master from? You are so familiar. I don't think I've seen you here before. This is the first time I've come to play?"
Ulea smiled and didn't answer. He reached out to take a sip of the cocktail to quench his thirst, but when he was about to drink it, he smelled something unpleasant, like some kind of illegal drug, so he put it down again, and looked at The girl who looked at him expectantly asked with a smile, "I heard that this is the territory of the Romans."
The ambiguous smile on the girl's face gradually disappeared, and she looked at the beautiful boy with a baby face in front of her with a little vigilance, and most of her original thoughts of hunting for sex disappeared immediately.
Generally, young masters who come here to have fun will not get involved in gang affairs, and this young man in front of him may have some other purpose.
"Why?" The smile on Ulea's face remained undiminished, "Are you his?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, then put on that ambiguous smile again, and said, "Young master, are you interested in these things?"
There was already a hint of danger in her tone.
"Then I advise you to leave quickly." Ulea said seriously, the expression on his face was extremely sincere, as if he was really advising, "Sister, you are so beautiful, if something happens later, don't worry about it." alright."
The girl frowned——
Is this provocative?
This young master looks young, but he is quite courageous.Maybe it's Black Mask or the little pony under Penguin?
Before she could say anything, she heard a commotion outside the door of the bar.
Ulea sighed: "Oh... my sister, it seems that it's really late."
Before the girl could say anything, she heard a deafening gunshot.
"Bang!!!"
She screamed and wanted to hide, but when she turned around, she saw the boy's smile.
The smile that was originally intended to make that pretty face look more friendly, now looked particularly eerie and terrifying in the looming firelight, making the girl feel as if she had been immersed in extremely cold water and gradually suffocated.
She suddenly took a few steps back, screamed like crazy, and fled the scene frantically.
The bar was thrown into chaos, with the sound of glass breaking and people shouting.
Dozens of masked people rushed in and smashed without saying a word. Expensive drinks were spilled on the ground, the exquisite furnishings were destroyed, gunshots rang out, and everyone started to flee in a panic.
Ulea was still sitting in an inconspicuous position, watching the girl fleeing in a hurry, but she didn't try to stop her. She just looked at the stage where the good show happened with a smile on her face.
"The Masquerade Society?!" The horse boy of the Roman gang was shocked, "Are you crazy!"
A man wearing a brown bear mask in the Masquerade Society came up with an iron rod full of nails, pointed to the other side and shouted: "Crazy? Are we crazy? Romans, you agreed to make no mistakes with us." He Shui, but backstabbing our boss by doing this kind of thing behind his back?! You tore your face, right? Our Masquerade Club will smash your heads into pieces today!"
"Wait! Is there some misunderstanding?!" The Roman horse boys also panicked, why did they backstab the black mask? ?
"Misunderstanding? I laughed so hard, don't think we don't know that you leaked our boss's business tonight!" The brown bear mask roared viciously, and he waved: "Hit me!"
"Wait a minute! Don't do anything yet!" The Romans tried desperately to stop them, but it was of no avail. "We didn't report it! Damn, you lunatics!!"
The people from the Masquerade Club are used to brutality, and they are desperate for their lives. They don't care what the other side is saying, and they aim their guns at the Romans and shoot indiscriminately.Blood splattered, and the bar, which was originally full of feasting and feasting, immediately turned into a purgatory on earth filled with the smell of blood!
"Damn, these lunatics are just as crazy as their boss!!" The horsemen of the Romans suffered heavy casualties in an instant, and the anger of the gang was immediately aroused. They took out their weapons and started to fight back, "Fuck them to death!" These puppies, damn it!"
The unprecedented war between the two major gangs in Gotham started unexpectedly.
Such battles can be seen everywhere on the Roman territory tonight.
Ulea reached out to catch a bullet flying towards him, and lightly threw it into the wine glass in front of him, watching the hot bullet bubble up in the wine, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"It only needs a little catalyst..." he said softly, "it will boil."
He raised his eyes to look at the chaotic battlefield: "I love this city so much."
Then, he seemed to have a feeling, and looked at a box not far away.
"..." Ulea squinted his eyes, stood up, walked into the chaotic battlefield, and took a dagger from a corpse.
The protagonist of this good show, can't take a stand in advance.
……
Falcone in the box had already sensed that something was wrong.
His assistant was shot almost as soon as he stepped out of the box door, and the blood almost spattered his face.
The assistant tried hard to hide in the box, but Falcone's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly closed the door of the box, and even locked it behind him, so as to prevent anyone from outside from noticing the box.
He then immediately ran to the window, opened the curtains and looked outside, and after confirming that there was no danger, he tried to open the window.
But the glass window seemed to be completely sealed, motionless.
Falcone was in a hurry, he turned around and picked up the round table with wine glasses, trying to smash the window glass.
After accumulating power for a short time, he swung his arms round and smashed over as if he was going to fly over the madhouse——
"Bang!!!"
There was a sound that was definitely not glass breaking, and the round table seemed to be smashed on an iron plate. Not only did it not smash the glass, it even bounced back, and it hit Falcone's shocked eyes. on his head.
Falcone: ? ? ?
Before he could swear a bad word, his eyes went dark, and he felt a sharp pain and terrible dizziness, and then he fell heavily on the ground and passed out.
……
……
Falcone was awakened by a piercing pain.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt some irritating liquid flow into one of his eyes, and the burning pain made him unable to help but scream.
It was wine, he realized.
A huge gash had been struck on his head by the table, and the alcohol flowed from the wound, causing excruciating pain and a terrible burning sensation.
After finally recovering from the pain, his vision returned to normal, and the first thing he saw was a pair of feet wearing white sneakers.
The shoes looked worn but were spotless.
He continued to look up, ordinary jeans and a gray sweater, a strange, young face of a teenager.
The teenager was sitting on the sofa, condescendingly looking down at him who fell on the ground, holding a crystal goblet in his hand, pouring a high-altitude cocktail on his head.
His casual attire was incompatible with the entire luxurious box.
There was a friendly smile on his rather innocuous-looking doll face, but in Falcone's eyes, the smile was vicious: "You're awake."
He smiled, contemptuously at the man who fell at his feet.
[Carmine Falcone: sanity value 51/100, pollution degree 8.17%]
Hawthorne was quite surprised.
Hawthorne: "This guy's sanity and pollution are a bit beyond expectations. Some other supernatural event should have happened to him."
[Yes, Mr. Hawthorne, this is not normal, he should have had contact with the old favored one. 】
Falcone felt that he could hardly concentrate. He suspected that he had been concussed by the blow, and he was so exhausted that he couldn't move at all.
He could only watch helplessly as the boy stood up, walked in front of him, grabbed his neck, dragged him up like a dead dog, and threw him into the corner.
He barely sat up with this strength, and raised his eyes to look at the strange boy with difficulty.
Ulea calmly poured the rest of the wine on the dagger, and said softly, "Well...disinfect first..."
After noticing Falcone's gaze, he looked at the poor prey with a chilling smile on the corner of his mouth: "Am I sweet?"
Falcone said awkwardly: "Who... are you?"
"Me..." Uriah put down the wine glass and shook the remaining drink on the dagger, "An ordinary Gotham citizen."
Falcone gritted his teeth: "Who sent you? How much did they give you?"
Uriah laughed softly.
He seemed to have heard something very funny, his smile became brighter and louder, and in the end, he almost couldn't restrain himself from laughing wildly.
Falcone felt his heart beat more and more hastily with the laughter of the strange boy, and a certain cold feeling suddenly surrounded him, almost making him terrified.
"How much did you give me? Mr. Falcone, is that all you can think of?" His scary smile gradually narrowed and changed back to that friendly smile, "Why don't you ask, you took it from me?" How much did it cost?"
Falcone pupil quake.
"...I don't know you at all!" he growled in a low voice.
"This is the most ridiculous thing, isn't it?" Ulea squatted down in front of him, and patted his face lightly with the dagger, "If you stand in a high position for a long time, your eyes will only look upwards, right? "
He said softly and gently: "Why don't you cut off the lower part of your eyeball first?"
Falcone looked at him in horror, held his breath, and said, "Wait...!"
Ulea's knife stopped.
"At least..." Falcone's tone was quick, as if he was afraid that Ulea would not give him a chance to speak, "At least let me know why I lost!"
"You want to know why the man in the black mask suddenly attacked you, don't you?" Ulea's knife tip brushed against the corner of his eye, bringing out a thin line of blood.
"...Are you a person with a black mask?!" Falcone said subconsciously.
"That's not accurate." Ulea said, his blade kept moving between Falcone's eyes and ears, frightening Falcone so much that he didn't dare to move at all, "It's better to say that I personally cut the black The person who sent the mask in."
Falcone was startled, and then realized: "Are you... from the church?"
"It's funny, isn't it?" Ulea said with a chuckle, "Penguin was controlled by the Church because of his unsatisfied desire, Black Mask was sent to Arkham because of his uncontrollable fear, and you... Gotham The last triangle of the gang is about to die under my hands. Tomorrow’s newspaper headlines will only be that the Romans died in the chaos of the gang fire, and it will not have anything to do with me. Of course, you and the Black Mask industry will be killed by us people took over."
He sighed and said: "It's just such a moment when the tall building collapses..."
Falcone looked at him in disbelief: "You... all this is your plan...!?"
Ulea looked up at Falcone's terrified eyes and shocked expression, and said with a smile: "The Masquerade Society will definitely be purged and annexed by you Romans after knowing that their boss has fallen, and at this time, If someone told them that all of this was your conspiracy, and that you would kill all those who were loyal to Black Mask, how do you think they would choose?"
"...They won't believe a stranger's words so easily." Falcone said with a somewhat unsteady tone, he had no confidence at all, because everything that happened outside was supporting the words of the boy in front of him.
"Indeed." Ulea sighed, "Even if they believe that you are behind this, the first plan they consider is to surrender to you and beg for mercy... How sad, when the disaster is imminent, who will take care of the poor and crazy Black mask?"
"Then why..." Falcone stammered.
Uriah laughed.
His smile was as bright as the sun, but what he said made Falcone feel chills all over his body: "Then why do you think the black mask went crazy for no reason? You really think that you can completely control Your own brain?"
Just you, an ordinary human with only a hundred sanity points?
Falcone's eyes widened.
His sanity slipped wildly at this moment.
"You..." he said, "you monsters! You drove them mad...!"
Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, he thought of a case that had been brought up by people around him.
Just two months ago, dozens of young men at the bottom under his command were involved in some weird cult ritual, and they died like crazy.
Although they were all low-level scumbags, after all, too many people died, and he had heard about it.
That case...the boy's name...
What is it?
He remembered.
This boy... this boy is...
"... Hart?" he said.
Uriah's knife paused slightly.
"You remember?" He seemed a little surprised.
"You...are..." Falcone seemed to want to say something, but he coughed painfully as if something had strangled his throat, blood rolled down his cheeks, It looked terribly hideous.
Ulea waited patiently for him to finish coughing, and continued to ask, "Who am I?"
After a while, Falcone barely stopped coughing, and raised his eyes to Yuria.
As if he suddenly changed into another person, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, leaving only indifference.
"So you're here for revenge?"
His tone suddenly became condescending, as if after knowing Uriah's true identity, the arrogance of the old aristocrat returned to him again.
Ulea raised her eyebrows: "...It's not accurate, revenge is just a matter of convenience."
Falcone said mechanically and indifferently: "Then tell me the number, how much do you want? Money, status, women, I can give you all."
He looked completely different from before, and his sanity immediately declined. At this time, his remaining sanity was less than 30 points.
Hawthorne, who was hiding in Ulea's body, immediately noticed this.
Hawthorne thought about it and said: "It's interesting... There seems to be something wonderful hidden in this guy, and this thing affects Falcone in a special and subtle way—it seems to be some kind of very strange thing. Extraordinary beings of the material existence type?"
However, in order not to deviate from the character design, he did not immediately let the shell of Uriah react to this.After all, as a human being, Uriah does not have the ability to see into the supernatural world, and forced investigation will only lead to a collapse in pollution.
Hawthorne narrowed his eyes, and through Falcone's human body, his eyes fell silently on the thing hidden in his body.
[That seems to be a kind of energy body, which is interfering with Falcone's thinking in a certain way, and its purpose is to irritate you and let you kill Falcone completely. 】
Hawthorne nodded: "Obviously. The reason why it does this is to let the power completely get rid of Falcone's body, use his corpse as the source of infection, and spread the energy body out. And the power of this thing, It is already comparable to a little evil god, if there are no good measures to contain this thing, it can blow up the entire Gotham within three days."
He really doesn't understand why humans always have to deal with things they don't understand at all?Why do you have to play with fire***?
[This will cause you no trouble, Mr. Hawthorne.This little evil god is too presumptuous. 】
Hawthorne smiled and said, "That's true. I think it's too weak to see who the real manipulator behind the messenger's body is."
Otherwise, I'm afraid he would have knelt down and begged for mercy.
——What are you kidding, this is an Outer God!He only needs one finger to crush that little thing to death. Of course, as long as you don't care about the degree of pollution... Once Falcone dies, it may be difficult for the messenger closest to him to resist the instantaneous outbreak of pollution.
"Based on the degree of pollution, it's not easy for me to kill him for the time being. It's best to seal that little evil god in his body." Hawthorne said, "Of course, it doesn't matter if you really kill him."
【But if you don't kill him, I'm afraid the pollution of the messenger will be out of control...】
Hawthorne was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Sometimes, for a longer-term goal, some sacrifices have to be made."
It would be great if someone could stop Ulea at this time.
……
Yuria stood up after being silent for a moment.
He stood there silent for a long time, turning the sharp dagger in his hand, the smile on his face seemed to cool down.
"How could I have fantasies?" he said softly. "It's ridiculous."
Falcone stared at him: "What the hell are you..."
"Forget it, I'm tired...let's end this as soon as possible." Ulea interrupted Falcone, who seemed tired and unwilling to continue this boring game, "I have other things to do."
He raised the dagger in his hand.
At this moment, the locked box door behind him was kicked open, Yuria only had time to look back, and the dagger in his hand was blown away by the sudden black shadow.
"Dang--"
The sound of the dagger landing was crisp and clear.
Ulea glanced at the bat dart embedded in the wall, turned back expressionlessly, and looked at Batman standing at the door of the box.
……
Batman's heart was still beating at a hyper frequency.
Just a little.
Almost!
He almost failed to stop Uriah!
The moment he saw the bat light, he immediately dispatched and contacted Gordon by radio.
Gordon didn't expect to be able to successfully contact Batman at midnight, and his tone sounded surprised, and then he told Batman about the sudden case.
"You mean... the Penguin called the police and said that the Black Masks had annihilated the Romans??"
Batman almost failed to sort out this too magical logic.
What a messy triangle this is!
Maybe it was the nightmare he had before, and what Zatanna said, he was always a little uneasy, and he always felt that something bad would happen, so he immediately rushed to the Penguin place before the police. said place.
The Penguin didn't lie. The bar on the Roman site was already devastated. There were seriously injured people and corpses everywhere. The two gangs ate black dogs and dogs, and half of them were killed and injured, as if they had lost their minds together.
It didn't take much effort at all for Batman to take out the remaining gangsters, knocking them out.
After opening the thermal imaging eyepiece, he saw someone standing in a box not far away.
He saw a young man standing with a dagger in his hand, and in front of him was a kneeling man.
This scene suddenly coincided with the very beginning of his nightmare.
——The messenger raises a dagger to kill the enemy, breaks through the boundary, is completely polluted, and mutates into a terrifying monster.
Before he had time to think, he could only kick open the door of the box as quickly as possible, preventing Yulia from doing——
He couldn't just watch the scene in the nightmare reappear!
At this moment, he and Uriah were standing face to face.
The latter was interrupted from revenge, but there was no anger on his face, he just looked at him calmly.
"Why?" Uriah asked.
Why stop him?
Batman paused.
yeah why?
Could it be that he suspected that he was affected by the eye of the secret star and had a strange prophetic dream, in which the messenger would mutate into a monster after killing the person in front of him?
If he thought about it in another way, he probably wouldn't believe it either.
But that dream was so real, so real that it was terrifying, and even made people involuntarily want to believe that it would actually happen.
What's more, how similar is the scene in front of you to that dream?
There are many ways to get revenge, and killing the other party is likely to cause mutual harm, and he must not let this child take this risk.
Especially now that there are foreign gods involved in this matter, and the rules of the material world no longer apply.He couldn't just sit back and watch this child be destroyed.
It was still an act of murder, and he had to stop him no matter what.
Batman was silent for a long time, and said, "Do you still remember something you promised me?"
Ulea narrowed his eyes, and those eyes with a strange light were filled with a chilling hostility at this moment: "Do you really want to mention that now, Batman?"
Batman was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Don't kill him," Batman said.
He raised his eyes and looked directly into Ulea's eyes. He noticed that the boy who had always been used to smiling had lost his expression at this moment, and his eyes were cold and empty.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Batman?" The temperature in his eyes seemed to become colder, and the disguise mask of the Sunshine Boy seemed to be completely shattered at this moment, revealing the filthy mud, nothing but hatred. There are no other dark souls.
Batman knows it's difficult, even strong, and he doesn't know if he can resist the urge to kill his parents if the one standing in front of him is the murderer of his parents.
But he didn't want to take the risk.
He didn't want to just watch Uriah turn into that terrifying appearance in front of him, into that monster that completely lost his mind.This is not revenge, this is self-destruction.
Anything is possible with a child stared at by an Outer God.So, he has to stop Uriah until he can figure it out.
Falcone's life is here, and he can take it at any time, but not now.
So he repeated his request.
"Messenger, don't kill him."