Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 200 The Argument between Two Madmen

The fourth course arrived, which was the main course for the evening.

The snow-white fish fillet is the white meat, the tender and juicy meat fillet is the red meat, garnished with a little green parsley, white wine is served next to the white meat, and red wine is served with the red meat.

Alfred skillfully cut the steak. Ma Zhaodi was behind the Riddler, his eyes completely overlooking the bandage on his shoulder, staring at the steak that was oozing juice with every cut.

"sucking"

The Riddler's hand unconsciously touched the gun at his waist - it was obvious that Ah Fu's wound was treated very well, and his right hand was still able to move.

"Now, from what I've learned from my conversation with Commissioner Gordon, the conflict between the two of you is primarily about this Batman. Apparently, Commissioner Gordon isn't willing to share more information about him, which is a shame—he has a good relationship with this dangerous fellow."

Bruce paused, then turned to the two people at the table. "But I'm not Gordon. I'm an ordinary citizen who cares about Gotham and happens to be quite wealthy."

"There will be no hidden dangers in any of your conversations here. Instead, we can find the truth through honest dialogue. And with the truth, and some of my personal support, we will ultimately find peace."

"So gentlemen, if you would, please answer one question - why Batman?"

The Riddler had a smile on his face, while the Joker had a serious expression.

"Oh, yes, Batman, Batman is a"

"trouble."

"Exactly, my pale friend, yes, he is trouble."

Picking up a fish fillet and taking another sip of white wine, the Riddler continued, "If you ask me, I'd capture him, his friends, his family, everything he loves in the world, and line them up in front of a long, deep pit, with Batman tied to the bottom. He'd look up and watch as I shot everyone through the head, each one of them, and they'd fall on top of him and struggle."

"Then I will look down into the pit, point the gun at him, and when he is covered in blood, he will understand me - I solved the mystery of him, I found out everything about him, I know everything about him, I completely defeated him, I completely dominated him."

"It's like opening a puzzle box, unraveling everything about him bit by bit, and he is the most exciting and core answer."

By this point, the Riddler's excitement had reached a fever pitch.

"Then I'll say, I've got the best riddle ever, Batman, guess it."

"And before he could hear the riddle, bang!—and then he was dead."

Bruce didn't show any special expression on his face, and he looked at the Joker again.

"It sounds interesting, but it's not my style. I'll strangle him to death."

The clown picked up a piece of red meat and put it in his mouth: "I will feel it, use the palm of my hand, use my fingers to carefully feel every tendon, every pulse, and the air that can't enter his lungs."

"And then I would laugh, until I was choking like him - and then he would stop struggling, but he wouldn't stop thinking, and he would look at me, but not with fear, not with terror, he would be at peace."

"At the last moment, he will no longer think about any riddles, any answers, no longer care about order, these will lose their meaning to him, he will understand what I have done, he will understand that he only needs to laugh at these things and throw them all away. In the end, the most real thing is only me, him, and the hand that strangles his neck."

“Then he would laugh like me.”

Having said that, the corners of the clown's mouth were finally straightened, and he almost smiled - but ultimately failed.

Ma Zhaodi sweatdropped at this. These two people's realms were truly too abnormal, even pathological. To call it a pathological hatred wasn't quite accurate; it was more like a pathological desire. Perhaps, madmen did crave recognition even more.

The fifth dish is sorbet.

The small cup was filled with a refreshing smoothie - sorbet is made by freezing fresh fruits and then grinding them into smoothies. It does not contain milk or sugar. Ma Zhaodi had heard of it but had never tasted it.

He was hungrier.

"Well, I think we've made some progress," Bruce concluded. "We've gotten closer. I know you all want to kill Batman, so why not just do it?"

"Each of you convince me, tonight at dinner, why you deserve it and the other person doesn't—and I'll choose a better reason and give you a billion dollars."

"You can use it to bribe all of the other side's soldiers, mobilize the entire city to fight Batman, and drive the other side out. You won't need to drive your troops to fight each other anymore, because this wealth will directly bring them all under one side's command."

"I have only one request," Bruce Wayne said, "I want this city to suffer less. You must go straight to your target and not kill anyone else."

When he saw both parties at the long table thinking, he knew that his plan was successful.

Whoever bribes the other side's men will be attacked by all the super criminals under the other side. Therefore, this cannot be done by any innocent person, only the Riddler or the Joker can do it.

And the Riddler and the Joker were indeed tempted.

At this time, the sixth dish, salad, was served.

The red and green color combination includes both fruits and vegetables. It does not require cooking but is naturally delicious.

"My answer is simple, he can't kill Batman - he's just an imposter."

"Look, I solve puzzles, and there's no bigger puzzle than the Joker, so I solve him too—everyone projects their greatest tragedy onto you, guessing what made you who you are, guessing you have a cruel father, a poor wife, a lost child, guessing what made you white, green, and crazy."

At this point, he smiled.

"But you and I both know that's just bragging. You haven't suffered any pain or hardship, at least not yet."

"You're just an actor. Everything about you is just a farce. You're not white, green, or crazy. You're just white and green. It doesn't matter whether you're laughing, killing, or performing some kind of comedy. Under that smiling face, you're just an ordinary, predictable person."

“You don’t know what true madness and true genius are. You don’t know what it’s like to have the world revolve around you, to have the truth of everything answer to you, to have the ability to see through everything easily—and I know that.”

The seventh course, cheese.

The yellow cheese that Jerry often steals in Tom and Jerry.

"A reason? Why am I the only one worthy of killing Batman? Emm"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm the Joker and he's the Riddler."

He picked up the goblet. "At the 'last' moment, who cares about a riddle?"

(End of this chapter)