In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 57: Gotham Evening Clock (Part 2)

In a dark alley, the faint reflection of the armor's activities was entangled with a deeper and denser fog.

In an instant, the gray mist condensed into a figure, and stopped at the end of the alley, the sound of armor rubbing also stopped, and the sound of heavy footsteps, stepping on puddles that were not dry on the ground, issued a light like a reminder ring.

"Death knell?"

"That is indeed your death knell."

As soon as the words fell, Schiller disappeared on the spot in a flash of the knife, and reappeared behind the figure.

"Who is your employer?"

"You don't need to know that."

"It seems that you are very confident in your business level."

Schiller dodged two darts again, and then faced the death knell, he said:

"You shouldn't kill me."

"I can kill anyone, as long as someone pays the starting price."

Schiller held out his hand, and a cluster of flames ignited in his hand.

"Whoever your employer is, he's not paying you the right price."

Deathstroke was silent for less than a second, then turned and left.

"Indeed, goodbye."

"How would you treat an employer who cheated on you?"

"It depends."

"Kill him, I will pay."

"You don't have that much money."

"The richest man in the world checks out."

"Goodbye."

Schiller looked at the figure in armor and disappeared at the end of the Gotham street in a few breaths. He thought that his enemy was indeed capable enough to hire Deathstroke to kill him.

Several consecutive flashes took a lot of energy for Schiller, and no car could drive in such a deep alley, so he planned to walk back slowly, and call another car when he got back to the church pick him up.

He turned out of an alley and came to the street. Then he turned around and found that there seemed to be some movement in the deepest part of the street.

At this time, Batman was standing in an extremely dilapidated, dark and narrow room.

The environment here is terrible, Batman has never been in such an uncomfortable room in his life.

It's a third floor place, the windows are nailed shut, all the outer layers of the walls are peeling off, the room is terribly damp, the floors are greasy stone tiles, all the furniture isn't where it should be, And the rest of the place is all kinds of garbage.

When the owner of the house saw Batman, the uninvited guest, he was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head, looked at his feet, muttered an inarticulate sentence, turned around stooped, picked up a The salt shaker, wanting to hand it to Batman.

Batman took the salt shaker, which was empty and empty, and the man waved his hand, as if to let him go.

It was a shriveled old man with dark skin, eyes deeply sunken in the eye sockets, he walked with a limp, and kept muttering some curse words in his mouth.

It seems that the downstairs neighbor heard the movement, and poked his head out from under the stairs and said, "Why are you looking for this old guy? Who are you to him?"

"What happened to him?"

"What else? Can't you see it? He has Alzheimer's, and now he doesn't know anyone at all. Even if you know him, he doesn't know you."

The neighbor couldn't see Batman from his angle, but could only vaguely see a figure. He said: "This old guy can't pay the rent. Every time the landlord comes, he gives away the salt shaker. Maybe in his time, the salt shaker was quite valuable, but there was nothing in that salt shaker long ago.”

"But it's his luck. His landlord seems to have died in the hands of gangsters. This attic is not worth much. If you kill him, you have to collect his body, so he has survived until now."

"No matter who you are, just leave him alone, he can only pick up a little garbage thrown down upstairs to eat every day, but his upstairs moved out a few days ago, and he probably won't live long."

After finishing speaking, there was a "bang" from downstairs, and it was the neighbor who closed the door.

Holding the salt shaker, Batman watched the crooked old man sit on the chair, staring at the table without saying a word, a little saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He saw Louis' hands, which were a pair of very rough hands. Almost all the knuckles were twisted due to years of moving heavy objects, and the blood vessels on the dry palms were clearly protruding.

"Are you Louis?"

Apart from Batman's own voice, there is no answer.

"Do you remember Thomas Wayne? Do you remember Martha?"

Batman felt his voice tremble.

A feeling of extreme anger rose from Batman's chest, and he crunched the salt shaker.

His enemy does not remember all the innocents he has ever hurt, so he forgets all his crimes.

This wasn't his punishment, it just let him avoid the blame in his heart, Batman thought.

He asked Louis over and over again:

"Why don't you remember anything?! You really don't remember the last name Wayne?! What about Edward? What about Falcone?!"

Just when Batman said the surname Falcone, the aging Louis suddenly let out a strange scream. He opened his mouth wide, and his jaws, which had been inactive for a long time, made a crackling sound.

He fell off the chair tremblingly, kept yelling, and threw everything he could pick up at Batman, tears, snot and saliva streaming down his face.

Batman saw endless terror in his face.

Batman thought, Falcone didn't lie to him, he did scare a lot of people when he killed Lefe.

This includes Louis.

Schiller walked to the middle of the alley, and he looked up, only one room on the third floor was lit, and there was a black figure with pointed ears in the room.

He stood downstairs and waited for a while, and saw Batman come out. Batman was also a little surprised to see Schiller, but his mind is a little dull now.

Schiller looked at Batman and found that he was not injured, and there was no sign of fighting with others.

Then his eyes fell on the salt shaker in Batman's hand.

Schiller didn't know what it was, but obviously, Batman, who was in a complicated mood, needed to talk, so before Schiller asked, Batman told the whole story.

They chatted and walked, and when they passed the church door, it was almost dawn, and Batman held the salt shaker and said:

"He doesn't remember any of this."

When Batman said this ~IndoMTL.com~ was no longer angry, a complex emotion was contained in his tone.

"You said, he still remembers one person."

"Yeah, he still remembers Falcone, why doesn't he remember Wayne, but remembers Falcone..."

Schiller sighed, he looked into the distance, and then said: "Because of fear, because fear is the deepest and most difficult scar to erase in the human soul."

"He forgot everything but fear, didn't he?" Batman said.

At this time, it was the darkest moment before dawn, the thick black almost swallowed everything, all the buildings were shrouded in shadows, and the outlines could not be seen clearly.

Soon, what woke Batman from his thoughts was the heavy bell of Gotham Cathedral. The dull bell sounded far away, and the sound waves were as pervasive as darkness, even in the darkest and darkest alleys. , can also feel that tremor.

Batman thought, fear, fear.

If he is no longer able to complete his true revenge on the events and people of that era, if the murderer he tried his best to catch, the target of revenge, has completely forgotten all this , Let all the anger and hatred in his heart come to nothing.

Then he at least reminded Batman of one thing, that is, sometimes, what is more terrifying than death is the lingering fear.

In this case, Batman thought, he will become a dark knight who brings endless fear to all criminals in Gotham.

Many years ago, with the death of his parents, there were bats in the shadows across the sky. After many years, he would eventually bring the fear of bats to all the criminals in this city.

Like, this Gotham Evening Clock that permeates every street, every dark corner.