The noisy shouts of the thugs under the stage made Batman's already awake mind even more chaotic. He is now shaking three times with one step at a time, his body is completely exhausted.
After three days of tiredness, Batman exhausted his energy, and the Scarecrow's second-generation fear gas destroyed his mind.
Today's Bruce Wayne is extremely weak.
And what graves have to do is act as the last straw to crush the Dark Knight of Gotham.
So, he took a stance and rushed toward Bruce.
Batman, who is powerless to fight back, can only rely on his remaining consciousness and fighting instincts that he has cultivated over the years.
Every time he was hit, there would be deafening cheers from the audience below the stage.
After the two made a few moves against each other, graves suddenly stopped his hands, moved his neck, and warned, "Bruce, give up, it's too late for you to admit defeat!"
The half-dead Batman raised his head and said nothing, his attitude said everything.
"Then go on!" graves walked towards him with a grin. To prevent the situation from being passively beaten again, Bruce chose to take the initiative to attack this time, leaping up and punching straight into the opponent's face.
Unexpectedly, graves saw the opportunity and slapped him flying. Bruce, who was struggling to get up, didn't react, and he pulled up again and threw it to the edge of the ring.
The eyes that fell on the spot were pierced with gold stars, and the head was bleeding.
graves, who was on the offensive, didn't give his opponent the slightest chance to breathe. he like a bull rammed him off the ring. After a set of offensives, Bruce, who was already weak, now has no strength to parry.
Just like a bag of human sandbags that won't fight back, graves bombard his internal organs.
The two-level gap between physical strength and combat power turned this unfair duel into a massacre.
But as a hunter, graves, why would he care about the life of his prey?
Watching this Gotham Patronus flesh under his feet, dripping with blood, there is an indescribable comfort in his heart.
Immediately afterward, he lifted the angry Batman above his head and returned to the ring. Witnessed by hundreds of thugs under the stage, he said to Bruce: "Killing you will only end your pain and shame."
"And the other way to die will make you feel the pain!"
"That is..."
As soon as he finished speaking, graves raised his right leg and smashed it hard at Batman's spine.
In an instant, the crisp sound of a broken spine reverberated on the ring.
It is like a death knell for the fallen hero, sounding for the justice that has passed away.
Batman was completely overwhelmed.
The crisp sound reached the ears of everyone in the audience. The thugs fell into deathly silence at first, but in the next second, shouts that were thousands of times louder than before resounded through the audience.
Finally, it slowly converged into one voice.
"Graves!!"
"Graves!!"
"Graves!!"
graves threw the unconscious Batman aside, raised his hands high, and let out a roar of victory. Under the stage, the media reporters who were forcibly kidnapped were all crying, and some even shed tears.
They understand that Gotham is over.
The only hero who is still willing to protect the city has fallen, and from now on, Gotham will become synonymous with chaos. But the cameras in their hands are still faithfully recording all this.
...
Three days later, the news of Wayne Group's bankruptcy shocked the world.
There are rumors that the old housekeeper Alfred took the paralyzed Bruce Wayne on a plane and went abroad.
At the same time, a large number of capital, enterprises, and the middle class began to choose to flee Gotham City.
At this point, the original order of Gotham has completely collapsed, and it has completely become a paradise for the bottom people and thugs.
And the culprit who caused this result was sitting on the edge of the rooftop with Harley, chatting casually. Behind the two, the bat on the huge spotlight has long been replaced by an exaggerated shotgun.
Just when they were chatting with each other, Roman ran up panting with two black woven bags. Throwing the heavy bag on the ground, he said excitedly, "Boss, this is your share."
"The seventeen banks in Gotham, as well as the branches and savings houses below, were all robbed by me and my brothers."
"Now that their vaults are empty."
After saying that, he laughed to himself.
Hearing the voice, graves turned his head, looked at the bag on the ground, and asked, "Didn't I ask you to distribute all the money to others?"
"It's all divided. In the end, there is a little left, so I'll bring it for you." Roman replied happily.
"Not bad, not bad, I still have my share." graves let out a breath of smoke, and Harley frowned beside him.
"Then it's none of your business here, get out of here!"
"Yes, boss!" Roman responded and turned to leave. As a result, graves suddenly called out, "Oh, wait."
roman turned around in confusion and heard the graves say, "Pay more attention to safety in the future and live a good life."
Roman smiled and nodded. Since the last time he inhaled the fear gas, he felt that he had gradually become weaker, and it seemed that he was not suitable for the job of being a thug anymore. So, he was going to take this opportunity to say goodbye to his previous life completely.
It just so happens that now that he has money, he can travel around the world, find a woman to start a family, and live the rest of his life in peace.
He didn't tell anyone about this plan. Unexpectedly, graves saw it at a glance.
Shyly scratching his head, Roman quickly turned around and went downstairs. He was afraid that if he stayed for a while longer, he would not be able to stop crying.
"Stinky boy." graves sighed and smoked a cigar.
"What about you?" Harley suddenly asked in front of him.
"Me?" graves pretended not to understand: "I don't even know what you're talking about."
Then he picked up one of the purses, opened the zipper, and placed it between the two of them. He tutted his tongue in admiration and said, "This is so much money. I haven't seen so much money in decades."
"You can't spend all this money in your life."
"What about you?" Harley almost squeezed him and continued to ask.
"I..." graves said embarrassedly, "It's enough to have so much money, it's the same with or without me."
"Do you have to go?" The beautiful girl stared at him.
graves didn't speak and looked into her eyes as well. After looking at each other for ten seconds, Harley reached out and hugged graves tightly, and kissed it affectionately.
When she came back to her sense, the man in her arms had disappeared. She curled up on the edge of the rooftop, breathing the breath left by graves, and complained with tears in her eyes, "It smells like smoke."
But soon, she covered her stomach and laughed lightly. Although nothing can be detected now, Harley can feel that a new life is being conceived in her belly.
I Hope, he is not a little lunatic like his father.