rain.

heavy rain.

The heavy rain hit my cloak and the entire black city. Perhaps it was a problem of municipal construction, or the waste dust discharged from industrial areas. This city was always shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. I used to think that I might be able to change the status quo, but later I discovered that maybe I was the dimest ghost of the city. I walked through the streets and alleys, covering the heads of every criminal with my black shadow.

In such bad weather, those thieves will not go out, but some people may like this kind of weather especially. Or they like every kind of weather; or they hate every kind of weather. On his polished face, their bright red lips always bent into a huge and exaggerated smile. His pupils are always as small as the tip of a needle, giving people an unreal feeling like his sallow teeth. Sometimes it even makes people feel that his whole body is piled up by lies and hypocrisy.

And I don't object to this statement.

Just over ten meters below me, this man with a green weed hair was wearing a purple suit that never changed, waving an umbrella in his hand, dancing incredible dances in the heavy rainy street.

“Im_singing_in_the_rian…”

Although this was total noise to me, I still endured it.

Just behind him, a large number of bandits painted their faces like him, in the rain. The oil paints quickly became dirty. It was obvious that they did not like to run out to do this on heavy rainy days. But they were all afraid of their leader.

Why fear him? After all, he is just a mortal. He is like me. Perhaps because humans are afraid of the unknown and the unpredictable chaos. This man walks in complete madness. He uses his reason to practice his chaos, and uses the most despicable means - money, force, hostage, threat to prove his unique mad theory.

In this way, he used his madness to control a group of people, and then used these groups to hurt another group of people. It is undeniable that he possesses intelligence and the cruel and cold blood that is relatively cruel. He named himself a master of humor, but what he brought about was complete chaos and killing.

Sometimes, when it is late at night, I will think, maybe I am exactly the same person as him. But he changes the world with madness. And I use fear to change the world. Sometimes I don’t even remember when I last slept, and sometimes I even think that my whole life is a long nightmare that will never end. Every night I patrol in this dark city, and every morning I fall tiredly on my bed - maybe I have to work overtime for a few hours, or maybe I have to deal with a certain criminal gang in the next week and can’t close my eyes.

When I was with these criminals, I always thought that I had known this city deeply. But every time, I could find more, deeper darkness at the bottom of the city. It was like after one veil was uncovered, and I saw only another veil. My enemies emerged one after another, and sometimes I wondered why I defeated so many people. Why did my long-term efforts fail to see the results, and old opponents make a comeback every few months. New enemies continue to appear, and these newly emerging criminals are more shameless, more fierce, cruel, and younger and stronger than their predecessors.

Maybe it's because I never kill anyone.

Then in this city, crime turned into a game of fighting wits and courage with me. I was always able to win, and then they surrendered for a moment, then hid in prison and in the asylum to think about new games, then escaped easily, and then challenged me. So the game never ended, until one day my speed finally slowed down a little, and a sudden bullet hit my head, so everything ended and the nightmare woke up.

But I don't kill anyone.

A criminal who escapes will cause huge casualties, perhaps just a simple trap, a cliché bomb, or even rushes into the street with a gun, can destroy more lives than I have ever saved. With such facts, commentators in newspapers and news often critics critics criticized me, why don’t I directly bring them a straightforward death and end this endless cycle.

But I don't kill anyone.

I am a man who wanders in the city in a high-tech tights and a black cloak in the night. I am the hunter of sin, I am the justice in the night, I am the underground knight of the city - under these gorgeous decorations, I am just a person who continues with a never-ending revenge. I am not for justice, nor for the people... I am just for revenge, pouring my anger over these people's heads. I lynched on those criminals, and on my territory, without human rights and without humanitarianism, the evildoer must pay the price.

But I don't kill anyone.

Because this is the only way to separate me from them. Whenever I am, I stick to my bottom line. I knock on my teeth, break my ribs, and break my joints. I use a rope to hang them upside down at a height of 300 feet, but I don’t kill anyone. I throw them into prison and into a mad asylum. I look forward to changing them with methods other than death. Perhaps they will change their neurotic minds because of a new therapy, and will realize the truth because of some opportunity. Even though I know how small the probability of this expectation is, I still stubbornly persisted.

Stubborn. Of course I am a stubborn person. When I was in Tibet, they taught me that only the will of steel can transcend the limitations of the body and reach an incredible miracle. I showed them that there is something in the world that is stronger than the will of steel, that is, a will of steel. When most people don’t even read a bad novel in a year, I keep learning new knowledge and skills every day. Nineteen degrees and one hundred and sixty-three martial arts. Behind these seemingly prominent achievements is my training all the time.

My friends often say that I am a dictator. I don't deny this. But I can always see farther than them, and I don't want to let them go astray, so I always forcefully fix them on the path I set for them, but sometimes fate is always more fickle than I imagined. I want to usurp the power of God and correct the trajectory of fate, but I am not. Even if someone calls me the wisest person in the world, I know. I can't control everything. But I never let these weaknesses be exposed to the sun or the night. The night is my best ally. When I realize this, I find that it is difficult for me to go back to the sun again. In my life, I can no longer see the bright sunshine that once was. In this dangerous city, darkness is my best protection.

"Do you know? Even a high school student can make explosives in his own kitchen, or some more dangerous bottles and jars that can destroy the world. But why didn't we do it? I mean - look around. We have the ability to destroy, kill, and enjoy, but why are we bound our hands and feet by some inexplicable things? Look, your boss weighs 200 kilograms, and he is spraying with white foam on his mouth and tells you some rules and rules.

The face was glittering. Bald, midlife crisis. My wife cuckolded him and slept with three plumbers a day - go to him! We picked up a high-pressure gas cylinder and inserted the tube into his buttocks so that he could get what he wanted - BOOM! Then you can realize how valuable power you hold in your hands - FREEDOM!! You are free! Dadadadadadadadadadada, the great United States of America! The people are extremely free! We are happy to kill each other!"

While I was pondering, he had already started to talk nonsense. The security power of this chemical factory was not tight. Under the infiltration of internal spies, the factory door was opened without any obstacles. He was always able to bewitch people's hearts and accurately find the gaps in his heart. This is a place I can never defend. You cannot require everyone to have a steely will. Poverty, downturn, unemployment caused by the economic crisis, the three children who were hungry at home and the old wife were dissatisfied with life, and their hearts were full of loopholes. In front of people like him who were evil and ignorant, these poor people at the bottom of society would fall, become an accomplice, and put more people in misfortune.

When he was about to kill an innocent person with the air outlet of the high-pressure air tank, I jumped down. The wide cloak reduced the weight of the fall, and I kicked a bandit three meters away. The tip of the boot had broken one of his ribs and it took five days to get off the ground.

My eyes widened as I looked at him, not fear, but surprise.

"Ahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-my old guy, if you don't have you in this world, how boring I should be! Kill him! Then I'll tell you a joke!!"

I defeated one gangster after another waving weapon, boxing, kicking, elbow hit, and inch strength. The essence of one hundred and sixty-three martial arts is in my control, and I can knock them down one by one with ease.

"Once there were two madmen who wanted to escape from the madhouse. One night, they escaped from the madhouse. They climbed to the roof and tried to jump from the roof to another. One madman jumped over, but the other madman dared not jump. The madman who jumped over said, "Don't be afraid, I turn on the flashlight and you come along with this light."

I knocked the last bandit to the ground. He did not escape, nor did he pull out his weapons to fight me, but laughed happily. He told me this joke once before, and perhaps his crazy brain that kept spinning had long forgotten about it.

"The second madman said...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Just as he was laughing wildly, my feet suddenly became empty. This was a premeditated trap, but it was too simple. I shot out the rope gun and pulled myself back to the same level as him. We fought with each other. His knife cut my armor several times, but I removed his wrist joint and then punched him into a coma.

This time maybe it's too simple.

"...You won't kill me, are you?" He sat up from the ground, and the princess asked with a smile, "My dear old man, you are always like this and don't want to kill. What are you afraid of? Don't be shy, join us. You will be the king of the Madman Kingdom in the dark, and I, this poor jester, performs you one hundred and thirty different tricks every day, or you cut off your head and hang it on the city gate! Long live! The King of the Madman Kingdom!!"

"I won't kill you," I said, "but you will have a new surgery at Arkham Asylum. Maybe it's not a new surgery, but to deal with you, maybe it's still useful to find some old things from the old paper team of history...a lobular leukotomy."

His smile was curled away, and a human emotion rolled in his needle-like pupils. It was not the fear I expected, but a joy. Then he laughed loudly, no longer the kind of hysterical laughter, but the kind of gentle smile as an ordinary person sitting in the park, watching the setting sun set. It was like a smile that was amused by the joke when he saw his wife coming up to greet him after he got home.

His smile is too pure.

I did not visit his surgery on site. I heard that he was laughing wildly and repeated:

"You finally turned off the flashlight!!"

Until the doctor gave him a large dose of anesthetic.

I don't know if what I did is right, but I can't look back because I am the nemesis of Gotham City, the knight of the night, the hero in the night clothes, a transgressor who uses the body of a mortal to perform punishment on God.
Chapter completed!