novel-books Chapter 112 The Clown of Fate
Chapter 112 The Clown of Fate
Chapter 112 The Clown of Fate
With such a handsome face and a kind smile, the crowd quickly forgot about the little incident from earlier and cheered again for the hero who had saved the world.
"Give me your autograph, Superman!"
"Superman, I love you!"
"I love Shazam!"
"Superman, come touch me!"
"Fuck you, alien ET!"
For now, let's interpret Joey's last sentence as praise.
The downside of saving the world is that you also end up saving a whole bunch of idiots.
However, the other party's move was somewhat accidental, even though he didn't know that under the dual control of the Martians and Cyborg over both the real and cyber realms, Joey now effectively owned the entire country.
If Yang Yi wanted to, he could even manipulate all media giants to stifle all dissenting opinions before they even spread, just like some groups do, but he's simply not that petty.
He doesn't care about what these people on Earth think right now; in the current situation, if Earth can survive for four days, that would be a success.
As for evacuating the crowd?
This is not a good option; it will only make the situation more chaotic. Joey's speed can keep up with speedsters like Reverse-Flash, but he is far less precise.
Especially when you're in a region shrouded in unknown magic, it's best to be cautious.
Letting things take their natural course might be a better choice.
Moreover, they weren't entirely useless; the three's appearance clearly stimulated the enthusiasm of the circus audience to show off online.
Soon, a large number of photos and videos were uploaded to social media, and many people even started live streaming, which greatly facilitated Steel Bone.
Most of the circus tents were open, and with this footage, Cyborg was able to eliminate most of the area on site.
Only three areas remained, three enclosed small tents, which were areas used by circus members for private rest and were not open to the public.
"Batman, what do you think?"
I think this matter...:
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Batman also felt that this was too much of a coincidence, but before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out in the distance.
The classic Glock 17 police pistol, Thomas's sidearm.
Batman has dealt with GCPD officers for many years and is very familiar with this kind of gunshot.
As high-ranking players in the North American shooting game server, Gotham City residents were highly sensitive to the sounds of gunfire. Even before the echoes of gunshots had fully reverberated, the crowd had already begun screaming and scattering in all directions.
"Grass!"
Joey ascended to a height of over 100 meters. The situation was already chaotic, so there was no need for small-scale operations. He directly used himself as a coordinate to have Cyborg send over 100 drones to maintain order and prevent stampedes.
"Superman!"
Batman raised his grappling hook and fired it at Joey. Joey, after being reminded, understood and grabbed the end of the rope, using himself as a fulcrum to pull the flightless Batman out of the crowded throng.
After rising to a sufficient height, the hardened bat-like cape formed a glider and flew into the distance.
However, the destination of the other party's flight was clearly not the place where the gunshot rang out, but the largest tent in the center of the circus, the central area of the performance.
"Old Thomas is in your hands, Superman. You must stop him!"
Batman knew he was stretched thin; between chasing Thomas and saving Dick Grayson's family, he clearly had to choose one.
Bruce chose to save his son's family first, rather than his own.
At the top of that large tent, the grand finale of the entire circus, the "Flying Trapeze" performance, was taking place as scheduled.
The rousing music inside the tent drowned out the gunfire and screams outside, and almost all the spectators held their breath as they watched "Flying Grayson" take off from the boom bar.
After several difficult aerial turns and somersaults, the circus members executed a flawless handover, eliciting thunderous applause and cheers from the audience as their hearts raced.
Just like his parents, Dick Grayson was enjoying the moment.
Flying through the sky with a body of steel like Superman isn't bravery. What they are doing now is flying with flesh and blood, using skill and trust in each other. Every jump is a dance with death, and that is true courage.
Batman landed on the outer layer of the tent at that moment, and used his batarang to cut an opening to enter the top frame of the tent.
To be honest, after witnessing all sorts of strange things in this world, he wasn't sure if such a tragedy would happen to Dick again, but he wasn't willing to gamble on it.
Will the ropes Dick uses for his performance break like they do in Batman's own universe?
Batman, on high alert, lurked in the shadows of the frame, watching the performance reach its climax.
Mary Grayson, Dick's mother, was in a difficult upside-down position, her entire weight and life hanging by a single rope hooked to her feet.
Meanwhile, Dick's father, John Grayson, leaped from another bar to reach his wife, who was swinging upside down on the rings.
The audience's hearts raced the moment the two connected, and only when they saw the two men's hands clasped together did they erupt into thunderous applause once again.
Batman's keen senses, amplified by the microcomputer within the Batsuit, allowed him to hear a different voice amidst the noise.
That's the sound of a steel cable rope starting to snap.
As Dick's parents fell from the sky without warning, the applause and cheers from the audience instantly turned into gasps of shock.
Batman knew it was his turn to step in.
As the grappling hook swung out, he lunged downwards, and at the last second, he reached out and grabbed the rapidly falling cable. The rope and his glove sparked dangerously as they came into contact.
Only then did Batman realize that he was just a mortal, and even with the Batsuit, he could only barely hold onto the rope.
Fortunately, Grayson's parents' excellent mental fortitude and skills saved them at this moment. As the downward momentum of the cable was abruptly stopped, Mary used the momentum of the cable to throw John diagonally out.
After a relatively low, angled fall, the latter rolled several times like a wolf or fox to dissipate most of the impact, while Mary rolled to the ground in the same way.
The Bat-Cloak unfolded to act as a cushion for landing; Batman, whose right arm had been torn white in the previous tug, could no longer grip the grappling hook.
And so it landed in the center of the field.
"Holy crap! This show even has Batman!"
After the initial shock, the unsuspecting viewers seemed to have taken the terrifying moment as part of the show's entertainment value.
The applause and cheers, like thunder and waves, nearly lifted the tent's roof.
Boom!
Before the deafening roar of the crowd could subside, the tent's roof was suddenly ripped off.
With Batman's keen eyesight, all he could see was that Wonder Woman was swept away by a magical shockwave.
They simply cut off the top half of the tent.
Batman's mind went blank for a moment.
What?
Shouldn't she and Superman have stopped old Thomas from killing Martha?
Neither the old bat nor Martha should possess such power, right?
Boom!
Another loud bang came from afar, and this time a figure wrapped in a red cloak crashed into the ground in front of Batman in a precise parabolic arc.
superman.
This is a serious matter.
Joey, who had smashed a shallow crater in the ground, got up with Batman's help. After regaining his balance, he first tidied up the small tuft of curly hair that had been messed up on his forehead.
Batman felt that Superman should be paying more attention to something other than that little bit of bangs on his forehead right now:
"You are bleeding."
Superman's entire forehead was bleeding profusely, and there was a huge, deep wound beneath his hair that revealed the bone.
Blood dripped down Joey's cheeks and nose, staining the "S" emblem on his chest, but he seemed oblivious, simply turning to Batman to complain:
"I have to say, I'm unlucky to have ended up with your family—and your parents are both incredibly creative!"
After saying that, Joey immediately collapsed to the ground with a thud and fell into a deep, baby-like sleep.
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Although Superman's words seemed nonsensical, Bruce quickly realized that he was referring to how "creative" Superman was. A figure radiating golden light descended from the sky, dressed in a purple suit that Bruce knew all too well, speaking in a manic voice that Bruce would never forget:
"Hahahaha...: That old man and this helmet actually didn't lie to me."
Batman couldn't see her face because she was wearing a gold helmet.
Naboo's Helm of Fate.
The Joker, the ultimate representative of chaos and evil, is now wearing the Helmet of Fate of Naboo, the God-King of Order.
Martha casually melted the mechanical head that once belonged to Cyborg's drone into a pool of molten iron, then looked down and carefully examined Batman Bruce. Doctor Fate's helmet flashed with a golden light.
Her shrill, frantic voice twisted into the tender call Bruce knew best from his childhood, the loving comfort he heard every night when he lingered in bed:
"Don't be afraid, Bruce, my child, soon everything will change..."
I will create a world without Batman, a world with only our happy family!