Chapter 3 Chronicles o endes of universe middle of second and last part

- We thought you knew. – Said Superman accompanying him around the cave. - That was shown in every city. - Said Bruce. Some lights were off, and the computer screen was drizzling, there was little lighting, the cave and the mansion were in shadow. Bruce fell towards the chair away from the computer on a table in the corner, his head ached, he was a rag, there was a large travel backpack ready in the corner, his temple was hurting. "God..." Bruce said. - Crap. - I'd say yes, Bruce. - Said Diana. Bruce saw himself in the mirror, dark circles under his eyes, thankfully Alfred traveled, he wouldn't see him, with a beard to shave, and his hair disheveled. There were those who tried to get Batman out of his cave, Jocker had the party in Gotham, but apparently, there was no one to get him out of his grave. - I'm tired. - Said Bruce. - We are having problems. - Said Diana. - You can have any problem, but I left the league. - Said Bruce. – I trained, you Dick, enough to succeed me. - Said Bruce. - I won't help. - Said Bruce. - There's another Batman doing the work. - Said Bruce. - But not a piece of advice? – Asked Superman. Bruce looked towards Superman. - No. - He said. - I want to be left alone. - Said Bruce. - There are so many heroes and vigilantes in Gotham. - Said Bruce. - I trained most, if not all. - Said Bruce. – At some point you'll figure out what to do. - Said Bruce. They looked at each other and left the cave. Bruce was looking towards a computer, he waited a few minutes and turned on a computer, he was then turning on several screens and showing each of the cities' heroes. - Idiots. - Said Bruce. - Fools. - He said. Within the first week that followed, almost at the end of Friday, all heroes are included, two heroes from each super heroic city, will be able to kill seven innocents, from the first to the last, the one who kills must be an innocent without sin. Everyone there with their nerves on edge, they were constantly irritated, there was a clock keeping time. Heroes, gods, villains and everyone there saw and heard what the gods said. - Interesting. - Said Luthor. – I couldn't have done better. In a villain bar... Luthor was sitting there at a table, playing poker cards and smoking a cigar. Luthor looks around, he realized that they wanted heroes to kill, who was he not to help make Superman a villain. - I bet Superman will succumb. - He said. Joker , and some villains gathered at a round table, chatting and playing poker, around them, between the smokers and the villains of the underworld. - I bet I can make Batman kill. – Said the clown of crime. - Whoever gains something from this is the hero, not us. - Said Mister Cold, besides he kills for money. - said Cold. – I don't see Batman killing around, not even for money. - Said Mr. Cold. - Actually, I only see a Batman, but I don't know if this is the original. - Said Penguin. – Even if he needed to. - Said Penguin. – But did you notice something, Joker ? – Asked Poison Ivy. - What, dear? – Asked the clown. - We haven't seen him in weeks. - Said the green woman. - You, like all of us, know that what we have here is not the original. - Said Poison . - And you know he doesn't kill. - Said Crocodile. - But we don't know about this new one. - Said Charade. - He had thousands of opportunities to kill you and he didn't, and it was free. - Said Penguin. “Because he would kill an innocent, even now for money. - Power corrupts, doesn't it? – Asked The Riddler. – And greed makes you do crazy things. - We can play a little, make them angry, enough to cause a complication and go crazy to the point of killing and taking it out on an innocent. - Said Charade. - Does murder by mistake count? - Asked Charade. - Come on, see the biggest madman who caused chaos to the point of madness, it would be you. - Said Charade. - Since we're not doing anything. - Said Charade. – Why not? – Asked Nygma . - Wouldn't you do it for money? - Said. – Did you see that amount? – Asked Two Face. – That's 700 billion dollars and 30 gold bars. - Said. – That makes anyone greedy . - He said. - What would we gain from him killing? – Asked the Joker. – Besides, of course, watching him kill an innocent. - Said. - Come on, people, watch the circus catch fire. - He could split the money with us if we found the victim. – proposed Nygma . - Since when, some hero would share money with us? – asked Crocodile. - Why not? – Asked Nygma . - Because if a person kills an innocent, since when would he care not to kill us? - Asked Harlequin appearing. - What if we kidnapped a hero's ally. – proposed Nygma . – If we have any hostages. - Tried Charade. - He wouldn't mind a villain. - Said Harlequin . - And kill everyone in front of you. - How about we at least have fun, forget about that part. - Said Joker . - How about chaos for chaos' sake. - Said Joker . - Yea. – They said around. – Clinking glasses. He would try to get the gold. While the most idiots, in every way, all to a lesser and greater degree were transformed into animals, in addition to being electrocuted, a mountain of pigs walking back as they tried to get the boxes of money from that pointed tower. Among the villains, bets began to occur on who would kill first.