Ch.307No, after hiding the Joker’s identity like that.

“The reason night is frightening is because of the unseen terror.”

The narration begins softly as the dark screen gradually becomes clearer. In the darkness where nothing was visible.

“Can’t we just eat that and go? Let’s go that way!”

“Should we? Then this is really the last one?”

“Yes!”

The voices of a happy family can be heard. A son humming between his parents, holding their hands.

Then suddenly, the incident occurs.

“Wayne…! Give me everything you have!”

“…I’ll give you everything, just calm down and that gun first….”

Bang!

A sudden gunshot.

The meaning behind that gunshot.

“…Damn it.”

An unpleasant nightmare.

A signal that today would not be a good day.

Thud.

Pitter-patter.

Pitter-patter-patter.

Wondering why such an unpleasant dream, heavy rain was roughly tapping on the window.

The desperate cries to be let in.

It reminds of that day when begging for life.

“…Damn it.”

Frowning, drinking the ice water prepared beside the bed.

Does it know that he always wakes up at this time when it rains?

A hollow laugh escapes at the thoughtful preparation.

“Alfred, are you there?”

“Yes, young master.”

“Why are you up so early?”

“As time passes, one naturally sleeps less.”

That statement is probably a lie.

Living together for so long, you learn things whether you want to or not.

How weak and protected he still is.

Despite countless training sessions to overcome it.

In the end, his mind remained that of the 5-year-old child from that day.

“Are you going out again today?”

That sudden question startled him.

“…You knew?”

“How could I not? You deliberately finish your management classes early and go to bed early.”

“Since when?”

“About a month after you returned from your world tour.”

“So from the beginning.”

Pitter-patter-patter.

The heavy rain beats against his ears.

A moment of silence.

As always, Alfred breaks the silence first.

“Jin, you don’t need to be so harsh on yourself.”

“Because the past won’t change no matter what?”

“Because a future trapped in the past cannot shine.”

“It doesn’t need to shine… I’m more comfortable living like this.”

A third-generation chaebol’s vigilante activities.

Generally, this phrase might sound like a simple deviation from the norm.

But if it’s targeting Gotham, the story changes significantly.

A place where at least three violent crimes occur daily.

Where mafia banks operate and broken windows line every alley.

Being a vigilante in such a place.

It was like jumping from a skyscraper without a parachute.

“Young master, you are also included among the Wayne family treasures.”

“…”

He didn’t answer that statement.

Because whenever their conversation flows this way, the conclusion is predetermined.

‘The mistake of a 5-year-old child… he’ll say I’m atoning for it again.’

With a weary face, he gets up.

“I’ll be going, Alfred.”

“Please take care of yourself.”

As night falls.

He wanted to quickly clean up the streets of Gotham where rain drowns out even people’s screams.

“…Mom, Dad?”

That day.

To ensure there would be no more days when that child stupidly just cried.

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‘…Is this insane?’

All viewers had the same thought watching the beginning of “Murciélago.”

‘There’s absolutely no awkwardness.’

Jin Wayne, not Bruce Wayne.

An adopted Asian child born through an independent universe.

They thought it might feel somewhat awkward.

But seeing the opening performance, that thought completely disappeared.

The screen continues showing Kim Donghu, no, Jin Wayne as a vigilante.

“What are you?”

“Knowing won’t change anything.”

While Batman typically subdues enemies using various tools before eventually engaging in hand-to-hand combat with criminals,

Jin Wayne’s Batman boldly used firearms from the start.

Non-lethal rounds.

Bullets designed to subdue without killing inflicted pain that felt like death.

Bang!

“Aaaaargh!”

A visibly illegally modified long barrel spits fire,

systematically shattering the ribs and insteps of enemies.

“…”

Just as crime exists without reason,

and just as his parents died without deserving death that day,

Jin Wayne also poured unwanted judgment upon criminals.

Thwack!

Crack!

When bullets run out, he flips the gun and uses it like a tonfa, gripping it in reverse.

He strikes the criminals’ heads one by one, causing concussions.

One.

Two.

Three.

Stab!

Sometimes he gets stabbed.

Bang!

Sometimes shot, but it’s fine.

He didn’t just go out on the streets without preparation.

Crack.

The sound of breaking bones.

Bulletproof armor only stops bullets.

It doesn’t block the impact.

A massive pain hits all at once, enough to make bones resonate.

“…Huff.”

Taking a breath, he resumes the violence.

What if it had been like this that day?

Would things have been different if I had power?

Pitter-patter.

Heavy rain beats against the mask and flows down below his eyes.

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

The violence continues.

And injuries accompany it.

Jin Wayne decides standard equipment is no longer sufficient.

He requests personal items from the company’s military equipment development director.

“…What are you going to use this for?”

“Functional testing for the company’s new development.”

“Jin Wayne, everything here is tailored specifically for you.”

“Are you saying no?”

“I don’t want to make such items without knowing their exact purpose. It’s also dangerous.”

“Cleaning.”

“Pardon?”

“Street cleaning, that’s the purpose.”

To make Gotham City clean.

And to stop the crying of that 5-year-old child who’s still weeping.

Perhaps it was just venting anger.

“…The police are always late, just like then.”

“Who are you?”

“Batman.”

When the third-generation chaebol’s night hobby becomes his main occupation,

and the vigilante becomes known as Batman.

Gradually, criminals lose their footing.

If this continues, everything will be cleaned up.

Could Gotham really be saved?

On a day when such hope was beginning to form.

“Hehehe, hahaha! HAHAHAHAHA!”

Suddenly, a shooting rampage occurred on the street.

It wasn’t actually that extraordinary.

It was one of the things often seen in Gotham’s nights.

But the problem was that it didn’t happen at night.

In broad daylight.

An incident in the middle of the road.

“…Drugs?”

A new drug, Smile.

Who made it, how it’s being distributed.

The starting point of a new crime where nothing has been revealed.

Jin Wayne, no, Batman raids a subway gang to uncover this.

A criminal organization divided into five parts.

He gets information by hitting the First Train, the first of them.

And in the process.

“Wow, first time seeing a celebrity. It’s you, right? Batman?”

“Who are you?”

“Hmm… should I speak Batman-style too? If you’re Bat-man… then I’m Catwoman.”

He encounters a thief.

Tight-fitting leather tights covering her entire body.

An eye mask covering around the eyes and black cat ears protruding from her head.

‘Wow… look at Catwoman.’

‘Damn… they really nailed it.’

‘An Asian Catwoman in an impossible full-body black tights, this is real PC.’

The audience was mesmerized by the chemistry between Catwoman and Batman.

Meanwhile, the story develops rapidly.

What are the components of the drug?

Where did this drug come from, and who is distributing it?

Jin Wayne worked day and night to uncover these facts.

At this point, the scene briefly changes.

Around the middle of the film.

In the changed scene.

“Mmm… delightful whenever I take it.”

“My brain, hehehehe…! It’s, it’s, it’s melting!”

Criminals in clown makeup can be seen twitching from the drug.

All of them the same.

With clown makeup on their faces, they shiver and convulse, yet

as if by agreement, they maintain their positions.

“How long do we have to hide like this? Can’t we… can’t we move more boldly?”

“The Joker hasn’t given proper instructions yet, but it’ll be soon, they say.”

“Ba-Ba-Batman! We must kill him! Hehe! Because of him my nerves are shattered… my, my bones… hurt every time I move my right arm!”

But not now!

A whirlwind of chaos unfolds in an abandoned factory.

Unlike the usual, its center was not calm.

Beings filled with thoughts of violence at any moment.

Smiling brightly, they waited for their time.

“Ah… I can’t take it anymore! I can’t stand it!”

About half of them, unable to wait, burst out of the abandoned factory.

High on drugs, their fear of Batman fades.

Courage fills that empty space, reintegrating them into Gotham’s night.

Over twenty clowns attack an orphanage.

There’s no particular reason.

Just a sudden grudge against the rich, you could say.

Seeing a sign saying it was sponsored by Wayne Enterprises,

It was done in a fit of anger.

No matter how much sponsorship it received,

The dilapidated place was busy dealing with debts rather than hiring security.

Thus, the orphanage quickly became a playground for the clowns.

They called the police, but who knows when they’d arrive.

Then their fear appears again.

“…Damn bat! We need to kill him!”

“I’ve been waiting for you! You! If you come any closer, huh? One by one! The kids! All of them! I’ll kill them all!”

They no longer fear Batman.

As long as they have Smile.

As long as the smile remains on their faces, their world is as bright as day.

“Night but bright as day… showing hope… hmm, a drug that saves even criminals, isn’t that interesting?”

And on top of a tall building.

The green-haired figure watching all this appears on screen.

A white suit and white shoes that reflect all light.

A black vest representing the color of his inner self.

And finally, with clown makeup.

Kim Donghu, no, the Joker appears on screen.

“…Whoa!”

The audience expressed their surprise openly.

After hiding the Joker’s identity like that,

‘…Batman and Joker, both played by Kim Donghu?’

An unbelievable shock.

Strikes Korea, no, the entire world.