Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 237 Gotham's Madness: It's Always Hard to Tell the Best
P.S.: Chapter Two will be finished shortly.
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The sound of a fist striking the abdomen was dull and loud.

"puff!"

The riddle-maker's nearly limp body twitched slightly; the blow had caused him to cough up blood again, and everyone could see that it had hurt a lot.

Even without the ring and gloves, for the Riddler who was already half-crippled, every punch Chuck threw now was aggravating his previous injuries and internal bleeding.

"This punch is because you kidnapped me!"

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"This punch was for my ex-wife!"

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"This punch was for my son!"

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"This punch is for Kane!"

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"This punch is for Jessica!"

Kite Man kept punching Riddler, but Zazz was puzzled. He quietly asked Poison Ivy, "Who is Kane?"

Poison Ivy didn't reply, but Batman knew what Chuck was talking about—Kane was the red-clothed boy who had lost his father and was rescued by Kite Man that day; and Jessica was his mother.

"Spare me! Spare me! Stop hitting me! Please, have mercy on me!"

The Riddler was desperately begging for mercy on the ground, but Chuck did not stop.

Mondy Paul, Heath Freeman, Steve Holwood. Chuck grew angrier with each name he uttered, because these were no longer the people he had saved, but the people he had failed to save.

There were men and women, old and young, and each name represented a life. Now, their lives have come to an abrupt end, and they have become nothing more than names on tombstones. Nothing else remains.

When Chuck flew into the war zone to rescue people, he witnessed lives disappearing before his eyes. He thought of his dying son and the corpses he had buried with his own hands, and his anger flared even more fiercely. His fists rained down on him relentlessly, punch after punch, splattering blood and leaving the Riddler almost unrecognizable.

“That’s enough, Chuck,” Batman suddenly said. “If this keeps up, you’ll kill him.”

However, Chuck did not hear him. He had completely lost his mind and only knew to swing his fists at the culprit in front of him.

"I said, enough is enough."

Batman swayed past several supervillains and arrived in front of Chuck—of course, this was also because they no longer blocked Batman's way.

He bent down and grabbed Chuck's fist, finally stopping him from hitting him any further: "You're a good man, Chuck, an honest man. You're not cut out to kill, and you shouldn't be branded as a murderer."

Chuck, who had been pulled back, looked around blankly. At this moment, he finally began to regain his ability to think.

He saw Batman shaking his head at him, saw the Riddler lying beneath him, his flesh mangled and bloodied, saw the Joker on the ground watching the gruesome scene with interest, and saw his own hands stained with blood.
He lowered his hands, remained silent for a long time, and then stood up and walked to the side.

Batman then crouched down and, under the guise of checking the Riddler's pulse, secretly fed him a quarter of a fruit candy.

The Riddler can't die, and the Fruit Candy shouldn't be exposed either; he has to keep Chuck, Mazhaodi, and the Riddler in check.

“Alright.” He turned to Firefly and Zass beside him and said, “You don’t need to fight anymore. The Riddler and the Clown are both finished now. If I were you, I would obediently go back to Arkham.”

"Are you kidding me?" Zas sneered. "There are only three of you, plus that traitorous biker, what makes you think you can take down all of us?"

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Batman was about to answer when he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him. He ducked, dodging the Riddler's sneak punch, and turned to knock the Riddler, who had just gotten up, back to the ground. "You're tough, Nigma," he said. "But if you don't want to keep getting beaten up, you'd better stay on the ground."

"No!"

The Riddler waved his fist, but instead of looking at Batman, he looked behind him.

"Batman, move aside, don't block my way! I need to see the Joker's face! Is he smiling? He's smiling, isn't he?!"

Batman frowned, turning to reveal the Joker behind him: "I'm not sure—see for yourself."

So Two-Face stepped aside, but his gun was still pointed at the Joker.

The clown, who was pinned to the ground, pouted, stood up, and brushed the dust off his suit. At this moment, he still had that sullen expression.

Then the riddle-maker let out a hysterical roar.

"No!"

"You idiot! Why aren't you laughing! Why aren't you laughing! You should be laughing!"

"Why? This should be enough! I'll start a war, kick you, Batman, and Gotham City out of the game, and then lose to, lose to that... what was that guy again?"

"The Kite Man!"

"I was defeated and beaten in front of you, all because of a piece of trash, a piece of trash named Kite Man. Do you know how much effort I put into creating such a failure?!"

“I have to investigate him beforehand, I have to get him involved, turn him into an informant, kill his child, and get Batman to bring him to deal with me.”

"I also need to know you'll come here, and I need to know your backup plan. Then I have to get defeated by anyone—Batman or the Kite Man, for example—and then I have to beg for mercy! And I still have to be able to hide any flaws!"

"This should be hilarious!"

The riddle-maker grabbed the clown by the collar and shouted angrily at him, "You! Should! Laugh!"

However, the Joker, looking at the enraged Riddler, simply sullenly uttered a bored "uh-huh."

"enough."

Batman's cold voice rang out behind Nigma. At this moment, the anger in his heart began to burn fiercely, no less than that of Chuck just now.

"This has nothing to do with you, you idiot!" the Riddler yelled at Batman. "You were never the main character in this story—not every story has to revolve around you!"

"You think I really can't handle you? You think you're really a nuisance to me? I can kill you easily, kill everyone around you! If I want, they'll be lying in the gutter tomorrow!"

“I have my reasons for letting you live. You were my first opponent when I was a novice, like a child’s first riddle. But now a year has passed, the child has grown into an adult, and the riddle has become easy for him—while you are no longer a challenge for me!”

“I’m keeping you around only because you were the first riddle to stump me. You’re quite amusing.” The Riddler sneered, then turned to the Joker: “But you, you who laugh at everything, you can’t laugh now. This is your chance.”

"I can unravel the Joker's mind and brain; I can unravel everything about you!"

(End of this chapter)