130. Bruce's Line: The Path to Happiness
In fact, if you think about it carefully, the farmer should first explore a question.
——That's how Bruce Wayne fell into the hands of these two people.
Although the farmer has the impression that Wayne is a good man who loves extreme sports, often injures himself, and is a bit careless in some aspects, as a rich man, even a wealthy man in Gotham, his investment in security is shockingly low.
Maybe because he's sponsoring Batman, he feels his safety is guaranteed? But Batman seems to only work at night...
So, a smart Wayne should know to hire some reliable people during the day - like her farmer.
The farmer was quite open-minded. Since he couldn't get some efficient farm equipment by working for Batman, then working for Bruce Wayne to earn some gold coins wasn't impossible...
Wait! It's impossible for her to work part-time. She must have been corrupted by the social animal atmosphere that permeated Zuzu City!
Aria slammed on the brakes, and a piece of the decaying steel structure fell away in front of her. Below her feet was the famous ACE abandoned chemical plant. If she had stepped wrong, she might have fallen into the wastewater and returned home.
In a place like this, it is indeed easier to worry about Bruce Wayne. I don’t know where they put the unfortunate Gotham prince, and whether he will be bumped into or hurt.
Perhaps her intention to find Wayne was too strong, so Harley Quinn poked her a little as if as a prank.
"Look," she said, "there's Wayne, the one you wanted."
Bruce Wayne was tied up tightly with ropes, and the elegant suit he was wearing was wrinkled. When their voices echoed in the ACE Chemical Plant for a long time, those blue eyes almost immediately looked over with a completely different expression from usual.
Bruce Wayne was visibly stunned when he saw Aria.
"It wasn't easy to kidnap him from the party. Those people's screams almost deafened me," Harley Quinn said with a little pride. "But when we found him, Wayne was trying to escape from the crowd. You know what, he was quite nimble."
Aria didn't think this was cowardly. On the contrary, she was a little relieved that Mr. Wayne had finally made some progress in protecting himself.
"Bruce!" With his hands tied, the farmer jumped towards Wayne in a slightly funny manner. "I wanted to catch them and torture them to find out where you are, but my instinct tells me that even if I beat them up, they might not tell the truth."
The farmer gave a smile that made people feel safe: "So I came over!"
It is unclear whether Wayne felt safe or not. Judging from his expression, Bruce Wayne looked more like he had seen a ghost.
"You shouldn't be here," Bruce whispered, "and you shouldn't be around the Joker."
The Joker has too many crazy ideas in his head. If he had to use a metaphor, he would be more like some kind of plague... If he had a choice, Bruce Wayne would not want Aria to have any contact with such people.
But the farmer didn't sense his concern at all: "But you are here."
The farmer was still trying to comfort him, fearing that he might have some psychological trauma from the kidnapping incident: "But don't worry, Bruce, I promise you, I will make sure you leave the chemical plant in one piece!"
Bruce Wayne: ...
For the first time, Wayne felt that his plan to disguise himself as a straw bag had failed.
Harley twirled her hammer in dissatisfaction: "Hey, hey, hey! Can you please not swear so confidently in front of me?"
"Brucie baby even asked me to name a price and write whatever I wanted on the check," Harley smacked her lips. "What a shame! Pudding and I are people who want to do big things. Please don't confuse us with those tacky kidnappers who only care about money, okay?"
"So what exactly is this big project you're planning to do?" The farmer was confused. "Did you kidnap Bruce Wayne because you were planning to bid for it?"
These two people don't look like business people, or is it a reflection of the current trend that Wayne is business, while kidnappers are not?
"Of course not!" Harley Quinn, who had refused to give in despite Wayne's indirect prodding, spoke to the farmer: "Pudding has wanted to play this game for a long time... finally!"
"Thanks to the sponsorship of kind-hearted people, we have achieved an unprecedented big collaboration!"
She pointed at Wayne, her voice becoming nervous, as if imitating someone: "Poor Wayne, damn Wayne, why wouldn't he keep the wealth in his pocket and let it flow into the jobs of those weak people?"
Bruce Wayne didn't care. Wayne just leaned back and tried to grind the rope against the railing.
"The whole of Gotham is about to be transformed into something we don't recognize. Can a city lacking passion and adrenaline still be called Gotham?" After imitating, Harley Quinn raised her chin: "Pudding hates this change, and so do I."
"So Pudding designed a multiple-choice question—"
"We wonder how Batman will choose between Wayne and the citizens of Gotham..."
Is Wayne's life more valuable than the citizens of Gotham?
But...if Batman had chosen an ordinary person, how would he have faced Bruce's death? Was this great man who generously gave money and tried to make Gotham a better place destined to die today?
No matter what choice it was, it was interesting. She hadn't seen Pudding so excited in a long time...
"Harley!" First, the Joker's voice echoed in the ACE Chemical Plant. Then, the pale face with exaggerated oil paint appeared at the corner, his face full of impatience: "What are you dawdling about? Time is running out!"
"Here it comes!" Harley Quinn sighed, "He's always like this. He always pays more attention to Batman than to me..."
But the sweetness in his words was hard to conceal: "But he is my pudding after all."
After saying that, Harley ran towards the clown excitedly: "Pudding, your bow tie is crooked, let me help you adjust it, we have a live broadcast later!"
The farmer looked pale after eating the poisonous dog food, and he looked at Wayne with a little more admiration.
So this is what Bruce faces every day... No wonder Wayne's favorability is increasing so slowly. If one day he tells her directly that he doesn't believe in love, Aria will think it is completely understandable.
Regardless, it was a good thing - the farmer felt that he seemed to have finally found the pulse of Bruce Wayne's happiness.
The Joker had no idea what was going on in the farmer's mind... In fact, he wasn't interested in this man who had been very popular in Gotham in recent days.
He was interested in the sunspots, the discordant notes hidden in the grand melody of light. The first time he saw the farmer, the Joker couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart - another idiot like Superman, who was incompatible with Gotham from head to toe. He didn't know why Batman allowed her to stay in Gotham.
But it doesn't matter...it's time for him to play games next.
The live broadcast started, and the virus was pushed into Gotham's electronic torrent by the technicians behind the scenes. Almost instantly, the Joker's face that would give people nightmares appeared on the advertising screens in the streets and alleys of Gotham.
"Oh—my dear audience! You good children who are sitting well behind the screen." The clown moved closer to the camera, making sure his face could fill the entire frame. "Tell me, is it a little too quiet tonight?"
"Is your heart clamoring and screaming for something more exciting?"
Aria wondered if this person had been a host before, otherwise why would he be so skilled at announcing...
But let’s not worry about that for now. The most urgent thing is to rescue Wayne.
The material of the rope is a bit special, but the farmer thought about his own physical strength and decided to give it a try.
Aria raised her bound hands and began to bite the rope frantically, trying to suffocate the rope by biting off the air in front of her - no, trying to make the rope wear out.
"Success!" Just as expected, the farmer's eyes sparkled as he approached Wayne: "Mr. Wayne, let me help..."
"……busy."
The rope that bound Bruce had snapped in two.
Aria was dumbfounded.
"Ahem... I learned a little bit during extreme sports."
That's a bit of a coincidence indeed.
Aria wanted to say something else, but Bruce Wayne shook his head slightly——
Because the Joker is preaching his "game".
"Before that, we should thank the sponsors of this show!" Harley Quinn dramatically showed the gashapon machine to the people in front of the screen, turning the button in an exaggerated manner and taking out a gashapon the size of a fist.
When the capsule toy was opened, pieces of paper with names written on them flew everywhere.
"That's it—all the warm-hearted people in this city who hate Bruce Wayne!"
The farmer was stunned.
…
"We posted an anonymous fundraising campaign on the website, and a total of 1,521 people raised funds for this event," the clown said, movingly taking out a handkerchief to wipe away his non-existent tears. "What a generous act! It's thanks to your support that this event is possible."
"We used this money to buy explosives and placed them throughout Gotham. There are 1,521 explosive points, but there's only one master switch."
"Batman, that place is in the puzzle I gave you. And in the meantime, as long as Wayne is rescued or out of my sight, I will press this button."
"First there was a click, then—"
“BOOM!”
"Of course," the Joker shook the timer in his hand: "The time is reset to zero, and Wayne is also finished."
No wonder Bruce Wayne refused to leave here even after cutting the rope, because he had been forced onto the Joker's death train.
It is hard to imagine what kind of mentality he had when he chose to stay.
"Ha ha."
Aria suddenly laughed, and the laughter came out of nowhere. Even Bruce Wayne stopped to look at her, wondering if Aria had inhaled the Joker's laughter.
Aria carried the clown on her back and thrust the box into his hands.
Wayne was a little confused, and when he hid behind it and identified it by touch - Wayne's pupils dilated.
He recognized what it was, but was immediately filled with fear that the farmer would suddenly hand over such a valuable item to him.
"Aria!" Wayne's tone was no longer so gentle and soft, but almost sounded like an exhortation and warning.
"Bruce," Batman saw her serious expression for the first time, like a handful of fire that suddenly burst and burned due to impurities mixed in, "I understand now."
"The path to happiness is not those pearls, not just those pearls..."
It's love and death.
Love may have many answers.
And death...
"It's the clown who will die today."
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The manuscripts are all gone, let's see you in a few days (bow
The author will continue to work hard
The reason why the Joker is not interested in the farmer is the same as the reason why he doesn't like Superman hhhh
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