Batman's voice had sunk to its lowest point, but with a faint hint of reminiscence, he spoke as if he was in the middle of a memory, "And then you would give us a choice."
"To release the chains and let them die, or to drop the chains and save them."
"But there isn't a correct answer to this choice because you'd already set a trap." Batman glanced upward at the people caged and said, "Not all of them are good, nor are all of them evil."
"Among them, certainly, there are born-cruel, thoroughly evil killers."
Batman's gaze fell on the corpse of the suit-clad man, then swept over the little boy's mother.
He saw the old injuries and the fresh blood on the hairpin of this skinny-necked woman.
"Also those who committed accidental homicide in desperate self-defence."
His attention shifted to the teacher, noticing a smudge of blood on the back of his employee tag.
"Or those who have seen evil, vigilante killers, striving for justice."
His gaze wandered repeatedly among the crowd in the cage: the elderly, ladies, couples, couriers, religious workers...
A myriad of information entered his mind, and devoid of any emotion, spilled from his lips like a news broadcast.
"For money, for love, for faith, committing crimes, standing by, condoning... If they were all given an equal death, wouldn't that be inequality in itself?"
Batman sighed lightly and continued, "No superhero would stand by and let them fall to their deaths. But if we choose to save them, no one would want a person who knows their crimes to leave alive. We would be greeted with a slaughter banquet."
"Not only would they kill each other, but they would surely attack us too, which would fill us with anger, humiliation, and sorrow."
Batman's voice started to level off, he raised his head to look at the Gem Man's massive eyes and said, "So, tell me, where's the humor in all this?"
Gem Man was dumbfounded.
"Where's the humor in this drama?" Batman asked, somewhat puzzled, "I think there's not enough element to create a humorous ending, do you have any other plans?"
"What plans?" Gem Man replied incredulously, "Isn't this exciting enough?! If you let them all fall to death, I'll tell you their real experiences. If you set them free, they will hunt you down."
Batman just stared at him: "Yes, that part I had figured. I'm asking what's next."
"You won't stand by and let them fall to their deaths. You will release this pack of dogs. You will be chased and wounded all around, and then either you kill them all, or they kill you all, and this game will be over!"
Gem Man saw a rather rude expression on Batman's face and yelled hysterically: "What kind of look is that?! This is my game!"
"Either kill them all and realize that some have been forced into their crimes, or set them free, but for your own survival, kill them all again. Either way, you will feel guilty!"
Batman's expression started to look even more insolent.
Just as Gem Man was about to continue shouting, suddenly Batman held up a finger and said, "I only have one question, are they vertebrates?"
"Err, is that even a question?"
"Then I can completely break their spinal cords."
Gem Man appeared somewhat startled; he widened his eyes at Batman and asked, "What? What are you talking about?!"
Batman cast another glance at the bruise marks on the people's foreheads in the cage and continued, "Or concussion them into unconsciousness, dismember them, break their ankles so that they won't die and can't resist."
"So I'm asking you if there's any follow-up plan. If it really comes to this, do I just wait standing in their midst for you to call the police?"
Joker, Arthur, on the spectator's seat, burst into laughter as if understanding the joke his statement implied. Wiping away the tears of laughter from his eyes with the back of his hand, he said, "He would be a comedic genius, I'm sure. His reaction has elevated this boring farce into a true comedy."
"Perhaps he knows a real comedy master," Bruce commented, "After watching many art performances at the master level, he probably finds it hard to adapt to this haphazard farce."
"So what about you?" Arthur opened his eyes wide, looking at Bruce and asked, "Do you know such a comedy master? Have you seen his art performance?"
"We might see it soon."
The fight on the back of Gem Man had finally reached its climax. In fact, only a few minutes had passed, Shiller's and Beihan's brutal battle was nearing an end.
Despite changing battlegrounds, Beihan still had no advantage but his plan wasn't to defeat Shiller head-on. He had already guided Shiller to the edge of Gem Man's hand using his tactical movements.
Shiller lunged at Beihan once again, but this time Beihan didn't dodge. Instead, he slightly moved sideward, grabbing Shiller's arm and pulling him backward with the momentum, and both fell.
The sudden lack of gravity causes instinctual body tension and without a surface to exert force, the disparity of strength was significantly reduced.
Beihan distinctly felt Shiller's body tense up at the moment of the fall. Seizing this opportunity, he adjusted their positions, putting Shiller at the top, and delivered a punch to his temple.
He punched again and blood trickled from Shiller's mouth. However, Beihan didn't hold back. He had to knock Shiller out as quickly as possible because once they landed, he would go crazy again.
After the final punch, Shiller finally lost consciousness. Beihan readjusted his position again, ensuring that the back armour of the bat suit absorbed most of the impact upon landing.
Most, not all, because this suit was not designed for cushioning. Due to the height of the fall, he would be injured, possibly having broken ribs, but Batman had never been afraid of injuries.
But suddenly, Beihan saw that Shiller, who was supposed to be unconscious, opened his eyes and gave him a malevolent smile.
The next second, the world seemed to spin.
"Thud!"
Beihan landed on top.