He lay on his back, the firelight shining on his face and caressing his cheeks, the smoke choking his throat, and the fire burning into his eyes.

Just like all Gothamites, in the fire of karma in this world, sins and punishments are burned away, bones and blood are turned to ashes, and the eighteen levels of hell cannot burn a single tear.

The fire destroyed the shelves. The shelf closest to Bruce collapsed, and countless chemicals on it fell on him like raindrops.

In the midst of the blazing flames, Bruce ushered in a Gotham night rain, which was unbearably cold and cold.

Heartfelt.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose, because he saw the truth about the fire, and he was facing the craziest thing in the world - reality.

Thousands of ordinary people go about their ordinary lives day after day. There are no huge wars or glorious stories.

Tired, hungry, sleepless, day after day, taking drugs, gambling, whoring, desperate, looking for a job, a house, a partner, exhausted, no money, no love, no hope, alone.

At this moment, Batman finally understood why the Joker wanted to laugh.

Because the clown saw a god standing above the clouds, vowing to save everything for ten years.

Batman spent ten years becoming a joke.

This was really funny, so Bruce laughed too.

96.

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