Patrick's Bizarre Adventure

Revenge

"Bat, I've taken care of it here." Ye Yi's voice came from the headset, and he seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

"I've got it done here too." Tim answered calmly, and by the way used the monitoring equipment on the satellite to check other meeting places. "Director Gordon has also brought the situation under control."

"Well." Batman drove his fighter, and the destination was exactly the place they analyzed and located.

Joker likes to make Batman do one-for-many multiple-choice questions.But Batman, or Gotham boy Bruce Wayne, he is just an ordinary person full of loneliness.He has neither the lightning speed of Barry Allen, nor the man of steel of Clark Kent, nor the magical little green ring of Hal Jordan.He has only one brave heart.

Bruce really liked his strange little neighbor.Although he hasn't figured out why he came here, Bruce can see that in just a few days, Sidney has conquered everyone in the entire Bat Family except him... Maybe he shouldn't be excluded .

Bruce could vaguely guess why the clown was following him, and he only hoped that there was still time before he rushed over.

He has already lost a son to this.

The jet-black fighter jet flashed past the clouds in the dusk sky and disappeared quickly.

Jason drove his locomotive roaring past the empty streets, leaving only the thunderous noise still echoing between the buildings.

He can't wait to push the accelerator to the end, and even has some dislike for his modified motorcycle that he was most satisfied with before: Wouldn't it be much faster if it could take off directly?

Jason, as one of the people who had fought in depth with the clown, knew exactly how terrifying the clown was. If someone could really reach the level of the clown, then maybe it shouldn't be called a human being.

I only hate that Gotham has no death penalty law, and that stubborn old bat.The simple thing that can be done by killing the culprit is abruptly played as a hide-and-seek game in Gotham, and the punishment for failure is nothing more than going to Arkham to start again.

Thinking about it, Jason turned the throttle that had been screwed to the bottom again. When turning, the tires rubbed against the concrete ground and sparked layers of sparks, but he didn't care.

That old bat should be busy dealing with laughing gas.Jason thought to himself, in this way, I can kill the clown while saving Paddy, and it won't violate his principles, and Gotham will lose a crime benchmark.Killing two birds with one stone, but also avenging himself.

The low-key and handsome black locomotive rides the dust.

"Hey, boy. I told you not to touch adults." The clown bent down and patted Paddy's cheek with his rough hand, "Do you think I, the great joker, will not leave a way for myself? "

Paddy's vision was blurry, his throat was itching like hell, and his head was hurting badly.

After he was shrouded in that poisonous mist, his various attributes dropped crazily, and he even got more than ten layers of dizziness.

Paddy knelt down on one knee, panting violently, his golden apples had long been exhausted in New York, and he never thought of replenishing them before.Now it seems that I should bring two more boxes of milk.

Paddy's angle of view kept spinning and twisting, he almost vomited out, but held back forcefully.Paddy tried to open the backpack to look for something that could be useful at this time, but there was nothing.

Only there is a small brain icon to the left of the health bar, which is gradually turning red.

Has this thing existed before?Paddy could no longer recall carefully.Not only was the severe pain like a gangrene interfering with his judgment, but also the clown next to him who could be called mentally polluted.

The clown was on the side, humming a messy tune, watching Paddy's painful expression in front of him, so happy that he wanted to directly dance a tap dance.And he was pretty sure that Batman was on his way.

[san value -8]

[san value -5]

[san value -6]

Paddy's eyes were originally blurry and he couldn't see clearly, but gradually became clear again. The red mist gradually filled the surrounding area of ​​his vision, and his panting gradually stopped.

"58, 59, 6...wait!" The clown put down the palm he held up in his right ear as a loudspeaker, and angrily kicked Paddy forcefully. "Come! Listen to your struggle for life." ! I can't hear enough!"

His expression was irritable and savage, but Paddy felt no pain anymore.

Paddy felt strangely right now.Accompanied by the system's continuous reminder of [san value decrease], and the gradual redness of the brain icon, all pain seems to be far away from Paddy.

Paddy even heard some weird human voices repeating something in his ear.

Paddy stood up unsteadily, looking at the angry clown in front of him, a strange feeling surged in his heart.

What a small and fragile creature human beings are.

He raised the knife and dropped it, seemingly slowly but as fast as lightning.Accompanied by the weird heavy metal music heard in Paddy's ears, the clown's legs broke straight from the knees, and blood gushed out.

Paddy struggled to stop himself from wiping himself with the dark red liquid.He stared at the clown's face and suddenly felt something was wrong with him.But the voice next to his ear has been urging him gently and firmly.

This is what Batman saw when he broke into this dilapidated old villa with his Robins.

It's like in a peaceful and peaceful small village, a beautiful girl wearing a straw hat gently holds a ladle of clear water from a stream beside the field with both hands.The boy held the clown's head reverently in his left hand, while the big sword in his right hand had cut the clown's neck.

The last rays of the evening sun shone down from the horizon and hit Paddy.

The clown's legs were broken from below the knees - the result of sharp objects, as Bruce could tell - and he was even laughing, he couldn't stop laughing.

The clown stared at Paddy's eyes with unprecedented tenderness, why didn't he find these black and red eyes so attractive before?

"Kill me, kid." The clown smiled, coughing up blood from his throat, with a determined look as if no one would be shaken.

Bruce had sensed that Paddy was not in the right state, he made a gesture to Big Robin and Little Robin, and replaced his hand with an anesthetic net.He really didn't dare to act rashly, and he didn't want the child's hands to be stained with blood.

"Hey, Paddy," he said tentatively, "boy, calm down and put down your weapons."

Paddy turned his head slightly, revealing a black, red eye.

"Look, if you kill the joker, you will go to jail with him. You don't want to see him again." Leave him to me, it's enough for the child to be well protected.

Paddy seemed to react a little bit, and he put away the sword in his hand.Before Bruce could breathe a sigh of relief, the huge roar of a motorcycle came from the window, and then a guy with a red hood flew in through the window.He still yelled:

"Paddy!"

Bruce didn't have time to think about the familiar voice, and immediately reacted: "Okay!"

Sure enough, Paddy, who seemed to have calmed down at first, glanced at the red hood who had just rushed in, and instantly squeezed out a bottle of dark purple potion in his hand.

"Don't!" Bruce rushed over immediately, but it was still a step too late.

The purple potion was smashed on the ground next to the two of them, splashing a burst of purple mist.

Paddy's body fell straight down.

He and the Joker died together.

Jason, who had just landed next to him, was also completely stunned. At that moment, he saw Paddy's mouth shape to him.

"Revenge."

revenge.