Chapter 828 Jesus Is Forever (Part 2)

After leaving Arkham Asylum, Bruce did not choose to get in the car, but put on the long-lost bat suit and returned to the dark night of Gotham.

Walking along Arkham Asylum, you can reach the edge of the East District. Going south along the edge, you will reach the territory of the Curly Tail Gang. This can be said to be the sub-center of the East District. It is a new and active area besides Hell and Green Street.

The water on the main road has basically been drained, but there are still many puddles in the alleys near the street. When the boots step on them, they can splash high water.

The roads in Gotham are actually not enough to carry so many overweight trucks, so many places are crushed beyond recognition. Some truck drivers choose to take shortcuts and take alleys. The road quality here is worse and there is more water accumulation.

The children of the Curly Tail were all sent back to their territory. No one bothered them. Jason was sent to the hospital, but he might have been discharged now. Standing on the wall of the alley, Batman searched aimlessly. He wanted to see an acquaintance, but Jason did not appear in his sight.

He knew that he could not just enter the territory of the Curly Tail Gang, rush into their base, and then find Jason, because he was not a child now, he did not belong here, and breaking the rules here would only bring more serious disasters to the children.

Going east from the Curly Tail is Green Street, where the East District gangs made their fortunes and the rich area where the most prominent gangster families once lived.

But that was a long time ago. Now all the houses here look particularly old and sparsely populated. At the door of several nightclubs at the end of the street, the doormen were bored. They had not seen guests worthy of compliments for a long time.

Batman walked over from the terrace above their heads, followed the neon lights, and came to the vicinity of the living hell. It was very lively here. From a distance, you can see the iconic building of the living area, which is the integrated residential building.

The entire living hell area is a whole building, which is connected to each other and crisscrossed, like an independent world.

Standing at the foot of the steel giant, Batman can see the figures coming and going in various narrow corridors.

He is sure that he saw smiles on the faces of the residents here, but this makes him feel particularly absurd. The living conditions here are not good at all. The per capita living area is less than ten square meters. The passages are relatively narrow due to the structural construction. In some places, you even have to bend over to pass.

But the people here seem to feel very happy, even very proud. Why is this?

Batman thought, maybe it is because they live better than anyone else here, and they will feel happier.

Batman felt that this was very unfair, because the people here had never seen a wider world since they were born. They didn't know what a truly happy life should be like. The sense of happiness brought by being better than the best and better than the worst was false. They had too many unmet needs.

But Batman knew that the first phase of the transformation of the living hell had emptied almost all of the working capital of the Wayne Group at the time. It can be said that this spectacular building was full of his blood.

Logically speaking, he had saved so many people, improved their lives, and made them feel happy. He should feel very proud and feel that his compassion was satisfied.

After all, he had paid so much, and he didn't have to do this. These people died and rotted here, and it had nothing to do with him. Now, he saved them, and they wouldn't express their gratitude, or even remember it. They might even scold him when they saw the newspaper.

Batman's reason told him that it was meaningless for him to do all this, but an emotion sprouted from his heart. At this moment, he suddenly understood what Clark had said to him.

"Because I am stronger, smarter and can fly than them, they regard me as a god, but I don't like this very much, because being a god is not just about being strong, smart and able to fly."

"If a person can save everyone and make everyone happy, then he can be called a god. I can't do it, so I don't want anyone to call me a god."

"Or rather, I am afraid of this title. If they have such expectations of me and I can't do it, they will be disappointed, and I will feel ashamed."

Batman didn't know whether Clark realized that he could actually save all mankind when he said this, but now, when he read this sentence, he knew that he had this ability.

So why didn't he do it immediately?

What emotions were rising in his heart now?

What was the thought that prevented him from giving Schiller a positive answer directly?

Maybe it was human nature, Batman thought, or maybe it was the most instinctive self-protection as a person. This emotion told him that he didn't want to lose the luxurious Wayne Manor, the Batcave with all kinds of high-tech equipment, and the Wayne Group that could provide him with a steady stream of funds...

Is it worth it to use these to exchange for the tiny happiness of everyone who has nothing to do with him?

When thinking about these questions, Batman felt like he was nailed to a cross. When the wedges were driven into his body one by one, the hypocritical, selfish, and greedy human nature flowed out with the blood.

While walking through the East End, Batman felt like he was on a pilgrimage. Some of the negative emotions in his heart were rubbed away by the wind and sand, and more light shone out from the gaps in the wall of his heart.

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Continuing to walk south from the Living Hell, we were almost approaching Gotham Cathedral. In a slum residential area very close to here, Batman stopped outside. He remembered that he had been here before.

He followed the traces of his parents' murderer and came to an attic, where he saw the old Louis holding an empty salt shaker in his hand, with nothing left in it.

Batman boarded the building again and jumped from the roof to the balcony of the attic. When he looked in through the window, there was no one inside, only messy debris.

This is not surprising, because Louis's physical condition was already on the verge of collapse at that time, and it was impossible for him to survive three years in this place. After his death, it seemed that this place was not rented out anymore, but became a storage room. .

There was a loud noise downstairs, as if a drunkard had broken a flower pot, and the owner of the house was scolding him. There were children screaming from the lower floor, as if someone was scolding him for stealing.

Batman left the building and walked along the alley toward Gotham Cathedral, but he met someone he didn't expect on the street next to him, Constantine.

Constantine seemed much more awake today. He had a cigar in his mouth and was looking for something. When he saw Batman, he was stunned for a moment, looked him up and down and said, "Are you okay? Originally, I wanted to go to the manor to see you. It's a pity that your butler won't let me in."

"What are you looking for?" Batman asked.

"I moved recently, but the truck driver who helped me move was a bad driver. He bumped too hard. The materials I used to make the magic circle disappeared. I looked around..." Constantine put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. Inside, turn left and right, and look carefully close to the ground.

"Material? What is that?" Batman asked again.

"Well, it's hard for me to say, so you'd better not know." Constantine stomped his feet as if he wanted to change the topic. He said, "What are you doing here? I remember that you seemed to be injured before. , why don’t you go to the hospital to recover?”

Batman was silent for a while, then looked at Constantine and asked, "Do you think I can save Gotham?"

Constantine was stunned for a moment. He rolled his eyes first, looked at the sky, and then said: "...It should be possible."

"I want to hear the truth." Batman seemed particularly concise and straightforward.

Constantine sighed, stepped forward, put his arm around Batman's shoulders and said, "Bruce, you don't need to put so much pressure on yourself. Really, this city does not need to be saved, and it cannot be saved."

"Why?" Batman asked.

"It's just... you see, the people here are actually living a good life, I think. You may have too little experience. There are many places that are much more miserable than here. The slums in London may be worse than here, so don't worry about it. Too many.”

Batman turned to stare at Constantine. He knew that he was not telling the truth. Constantine was oppressed by his eyes. After a while, he let go of his hand, rubbed his hands, stamped his feet and said:

"Well, kid, you are always so sharp. If you have to know, I can only say that you can't save this city, but it's not because you are not strong enough, it's because of some more mysterious reasons."

"I know you don't believe in fate, but fate is real. Maybe someone can decide the fate of this city, and he doesn't like this place, so he treats it as a trash can."

"Look, the world is so big, you don't have to paint the trash can into a house. There has to be a trash can in every house, right?"

Constantine's words were a little confusing, and he also mixed in some occult terms, but Batman understood him. He said: "It's not just man-made reasons why Gotham is what it is now, right?"

Constantine sighed deeply again and said: "There are some things that I can't say clearly. There are many people staring at me. I can tell you this just because you are my friend. I can only tell you." , Batman, stop working in vain.”

Batman walked past Constantine. Constantine wanted to chase him, but he couldn't catch up. He could only watch his figure disappear at the end of the alley.

Batman's pace is getting faster and faster, as if he is chasing something, his steps are getting heavier, but also more and more determined.

The sound of boots on the steps was dull, like deafening thunder. Batman stepped onto the steps of Gotham Cathedral and came to the wide chapel. But waiting under the icon was not a priest, but a priest. Le.

Batman slowed down and walked slowly to the opposite side of Schiller. He saw the halo above Schiller's head, but was not surprised. Schiller turned over the Bible on the pulpit and prayed quietly.

Then he asked, "Batman, have you made your choice?"

"I will save this place." Batman took a deep breath and said, "No matter how much it costs, no matter how much sacrifice is required, no matter whether people can remember me or not, I don't care, because I am the night."

"Of course I will save this place. No matter who arranged Gotham's established fate, arranged my destiny, and allowed tragedies that could have never happened to happen again and again, I will let him know how powerful it is, because, I am revenge."

"I will eventually save this place, use all the resources I can get, use my wisdom and talents, use everything I have learned from everyone, to win this war, I must win this war, because, I am the Bat Xia."

When his words fell, the moonlight that originally shone through the top window of the church and clothed the suffering Jesus also fell on him.

And Schiller was still praying in a low voice:

"Loving Heavenly Father, I will repent for my arrogance. Because I have not heard the gospel, I have not seen the miracle of your coming into the world, I have no faith and no piety..."

"Now, you have chosen me and sent your beloved Son to the human world to suffer suffering and be nailed to a cross. His skin will be corroded, his face will be peeled off, his blood will be shed, and his soul will be destroyed..."

Batman lowered his head because he saw that the wounds on his body were emitting a dull light.

Schiller's low prayer echoed in the cathedral. As his speaking speed became faster and faster, the light became more and more powerful, until it turned into circles of halos, lighting up behind Batman, and then again. Take it back into him.

“Whoever believes in you on earth will follow you in heaven, as we have heard from the Lord, who died and rose again, and all the things he suffered were atonement for our sins.”

"When he lost everything, he enabled us to recognize him as...the everlasting Lord Jesus."

After the prayer, Schiller looked at Batman, smiled and said:

“From God to man, and from man to God…Jesus remains forever.”

Batman felt that he had not gained extra power, but something was different. Finally, he heard Schiller's low voice echoing in the church, carrying a murderous intent that he had never heard before:

"Laughing Bat, come quickly...Jesus will bless you, Amen."