A victory was reversed by the clown in less than a night. The newspapers that had long been titled for the headlines of the next day were slapped in the face by the clown.

Of course, the ones that hurt the most were not those newspapers, but the police and Batman.

They not only lost Harvey Dante, a man known as the Knight of Light and the nemesis of the crime in Gotham City, but also lost the trust of the citizens. Batman also lost his childhood friend, Rachel Daws, who has always had a special place in his heart.

Rachel Daws was not dead, but life was worse than death.

Not only did he lose his love for the rest of his life, but he also lost something extremely important to a woman.

Yesterday's incident not only seized her happiness for the rest of her life, but also seized her courage to pursue happiness and hope for life.

She is an upright person. As a prosecutor, she pursues justice and wants to use justice to drive away the darkness of Gotham and bring hope to the people of Gotham. But in the end, Justice turned around and smiled grimly, hanging the dark identity card, stabbed her twice.

Two blows of pain that are suffocating, and two blows of pain that are desperate!

She claimed to be in light, but she never realized that light was just something in her heart before, and the real light had long been swallowed up by darkness.

And now, a little light in her heart has been completely swallowed up by the darkness.

She can't forget the smile that Harvey Dante showed to her before getting into the police car, the scene where she was taken away by the police who should represent justice and was sent to the warehouse full of explosives, and the Batman who couldn't save Harvey Dante.

Harvey shouldn't die! The one who deserves it is Batman!

Batman…

With a soft whisper, Rachel, whose face was burned, was full of hatred.

If Harvey hadn't replaced that guy, how could Harvey die?

She hates Batman!

You shouldn't be like this! What should be lost in the future and hope are the police who should have arrested criminals!

If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have been like this!

She hates the police!

I and Harvey should not have no future, and those criminals should not have no future!

If it weren't for them, they had already grasped their happy self... they should be happy!

If it weren't for them, Gotham shouldn't have been like this.

She hates the criminals.

She hates! Hate everything now!

A furious figure roared wildly in Rachel's mind, which seemed calm, and made her brain mess up and curled up on the bed in pain.

"ah!"

After a loud suppression to the extreme, a scream of endless anger and hatred appeared from Rachel's mouth, causing Bruce, who had been hiding outside the ward to rush in quickly.

"Rachel!" cried nervously, and Bruce rushed to Rachel's bed.

"How is it? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll call the doctor!"

Looking at Bruce's nervous expression, Rachel's heart was warmed up after being swallowed, shook her head and said, "No."

The next moment, Rachel noticed Bruce's distressed gaze as he looked at him, turned his head and said, "Don't look at me!"

"It's okay... Rachel..." Bruce felt ache in his heart, stretched out his hand to stroke Rachel's head, and whispered: "It's okay, I don't care."

The warm palms made Rachel's heart tremble slightly, as gentle as childhood, making her feel as if she had returned to her childhood, making her miss her very much.

But the next moment, a broken face appeared in her mind...

"Bang!" He slapped Bruce's hand hard, and Rachel roared angrily: "I care!".

Bruce's eyes darkened, and he felt like a hole had been opened in his heart.

With a firm hand stretched out, Bruce gently grabbed Rachel's palm and whispered: "You know Rachel, I... really don't care."

Looking at Bruce calmly and feeling the other person's tenderness, a little crystal clear appeared in Rachel's eyes.

Holding Bruce's hand hard, as if it was the last time in his life, Rachel held the warm palm hard, as if she wanted to engrave Bruce's appearance in her mind forever, staring at Bruce's face, looking over and over again...

"Bruce..." A bright smile suddenly appeared on Rachel's face, a bright smile that could not be concealed even by a hideous face.

"Um?"

It was like the first time a child made a wish to Santa Claus, Rachel made her most sincere wish, but when she grew up, she would smile and say the wish of "little fool" when she thought about it.

"If you were just Bruce... that would be great..."

She knew Bruce Wayne's identity, and when Batman in the mask said something to her that only the two of them knew, she guessed Batman's true appearance.

However, she really didn't believe it, nor could she believe it. Now this gentle face would be the same person as Batman she hated!

No, no!

Bruce is Bruce, Batman is Batman!

I hate Batman! Not Bruce! They are not alone!

Yes, yes! They are not alone! I didn't see Batman's face at all! Those are all my guesses!

They! No! Yes! One! People!

Rachel's heart, between Bruce's tenderness and hatred for Batman, roared wildly, and paranoidly came to a conclusion that he deceived himself but believed in him!

With a gentle pull of Bruce, Rachel raised her face, and in Bruce's stunned expression, with the farewell that only he understood, she gently kissed the other person's mouth, saying, "I'm tired, Bruce."

Upon hearing this, Bruce, who was surprised by this sudden kiss, smiled gently and said, "Okay, rest, call me if you have anything to do!"

Rachel nodded, turned her head, closed her eyes, but showed half of her hideous face.

Listening to the sound of Bruce's footsteps fading away and completely disappearing after a crisp sound of closing the door, Rachel slowly opened her eyes.

Whether it is the wetness in the eyes or the tenderness remaining, the cleanness that disappeared at this moment was only the deep madness and hatred, and the calmness that made people's scalp numb.

She reached out to take a special coin under the pillow.

It was a coin with both sides of human heads, and one side had some scratches. It was left by Harvey Dante for her...

Rubbing the coins, feeling the uneven surface and the roughness brought by the coin scratches, as if we were welcoming a new self, Rachel kissed her gently on her lips.

Goodbye to light...

From now on, say goodbye to Rachel Daws.

Hello, Darkness...

From now on, I am Rachel Dent!
Chapter completed!