"In the course of this year, his soul was completely chopped into pieces and then reassembled. The one who survived was still Batman, but a completely new version of him."

"It was you, the Joker, who made all this happen, but in this story you are just a despicable supporting character. What shaped the new Batman was not the disaster you caused, but his own family affection and love."

"It was his strong affection for Jason that caused him to be cut into pieces by the sharp blade of guilt he had polished. It was also his hope that Jason could still survive, which allowed him to use his great love to reshape himself."

Batman felt himself being choked by these words.

Then the things in those words wanted to break out of this cold and stiff body, and he never thought that one day he would be like this, knowing that he would bleed and shed tears, but he would be happy with it and feel warm.

Batman unconsciously opened the door of the cage in front of Jason. This time he only saw him as a wounded child and picked him up from the ground.

Peter behind Batman looked at the nothingness in front of him. He seemed to really see the Joker and saw his unbelievable and crazy expression.

Then no longer needing Schiller's guidance, Spider-Man spoke his mind.

"In this near-desperate disaster, Batman will reshape himself and realize more deeply how such strong family affection and great love occupy an important position in his life."

"The lost Batman will understand what he must never lose, and he will let go of trivial matters like you and the two of them, abandon you, and forget you."

"He is the real star of the greatest comedy in Batman's life. In the past, present and future, I'm afraid you will never be able to direct a show that makes him happier than he is now."

Batman heard the Joker's furious yelling behind him, and he didn't even bother to turn his head.

And when the drop of moisture on Jason's face finally fell on the back of his hand, it was dawn.

The world has returned to the colorful colors it should have, leaving only a few fireless ashes and the stubborn bones that remain after the fire of karma has burned out.

There is a father and a son. There is no emotional void that needs to be filled, and there is no sarcastic clown in the void.

There is a knight, and there is another knight. Without the giant windmill that can never be traced, there will be no treacherous and slanderous jester on the stage of absurdity.

Its daybreak.

Yawn, good night
Chapter completed!