The Joker Batman's Trap

Bruce shot out like a black lightning bolt, shattering the metal plate beneath his feet. His fist, carrying a powerful gust of wind, would obliterate the Joker Batman in the next second.

"I've collected all the information on Thanos."

The Joker Batman stared at the fist that had stopped abruptly in front of him, his smile widening to an almost grotesque degree that seemed to tear his cheekbones apart.

A suppressed, hoarse, and manic laugh, like that of an old bellows, rolled from his throat.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha! I knew it! I knew it!"

The Bat of the Joker Batman's voice was shrill and piercing, filled with a morbid smugness.

Bruce's voice came through the armor.

Where is the data?

"I destroyed it all, and I destroyed every clue I could find?"

The Joker Batman was suddenly punched in the face.

He was sent flying backward, crashing into the ruins.

Blood spurted from the Joker Batman's mouth.

Bruce's figure followed closely, and he descended from the sky before the dust from the Joker Batman's crash into the ruins had even settled.

The heavy combat boots pounded on the broken steel bars, producing a sickening metallic creak.

He bent down, his hand gripping the Joker Batman's throat like an iron clamp, and pressed him firmly against the cold concrete shards.

"Cough... cough cough cough..."

The Joker Batman's chin was crooked, and blood mixed with saliva kept flowing from its torn mouth, staining the rubble beneath it.

But the maniacal laughter in his bloodshot eyes did not die down; instead, it burned even more fiercely, like a flame doused with oil.

"Hehe... ha... well done... Bruce..."

The Joker Batman's voice was distorted by the choking, becoming hoarse like sandpaper being rubbed.

"Anger... what pure anger! Your fist... is more honest... more... delicious than I imagined!"

Bruce's eyes beneath the mask were icy cold. The Joker Batman's words were like the hiss of a venomous snake, trying to burrow into the cracks of his reason.

Instead of letting go, he increased his grip, his cold metal fingers digging deep into the skin of the other man's neck, almost crushing his throat.

Where is the information?

"Don't test my patience. You know what I'm capable of."

"Heh heh... uh..."

The Joker Batman's face began to turn purple due to lack of oxygen, but his smile grew eerily wider, and he even stuck out his blood-stained tongue to lick his cracked lips.

"Don't... be angry, let me go first!"

Bruce released his grip.

"Although I destroyed all the data, I don't have any in my head. But I'll have to trouble you to crawl into my head and find it yourself."

"You..."

For the first time, Bruce's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible wavering.

"Hehe, that's right, Bruce..."

The Joker Batman struggled to sit up, leaning against the broken concrete block. His shattered jaw and mouth full of blood made him look more like a Joker doll crawling out of hell.

"The most complete information is all here..."

He tapped his wildly throbbing temple with his blood-stained fingers, his smile tearing through the wounds on his face, blood streaming down, yet he didn't seem to care.

"I destroyed all physical records to ensure you can only get the 'truth' you want from here... Hehehe... Hahahahaha"

A deathly silence hung over the ruins. Only the suppressed, broken, and manic laughter of the Joker Batman echoed through the air.

Bruce Wayne, Batman, stands at the most dangerous crossroads of his life.

The battlefield has been completely transformed into a chaotic melting pot.

Time has lost its precise meaning; only the tides of energy, the roar of life, and the shriek of death measure the brutality of every second.

The seven-colored Lantern Ring still shone brightly, but it no longer possessed its initial surging power.

The rings of the Lanterns began to glow, and the figure of the First Lantern appeared and disappeared in the river of light.

"For Asgard!"

Thor's roar still echoed, but the lightning on Stormbreaker showed signs of fatigue, and Loki had long since disappeared.

"Apokolips! Crush it!"

Darkseid's roar carried an unprecedented solemnity.

Tony's Ultimate Armor was damaged in several places, and the Arc Reactor on his chest was dimming.

The Five Cosmic Entities, the God of Stories, ancient beings on the Origin Wall, the Old Gods and the New God...

They were all exhausted, but none of them gave up.

Because in the distance, golden light was still shimmering.

Kino is the only golden barrier that keeps moving between Endgame Thanos and the Allied Forces in the face of the End.

Thanos's gaze was cold and indifferent, as if he were watching a predetermined drama unfold.

He stopped speaking, but continued to release the all-encompassing Ultimate Purple Light.

Each attack is not a simple beam of energy, but a torrent carrying the concept of "negation," like an eraser of the universe, forcibly erasing the traces of existence of space, energy, and even the laws themselves wherever it passes.

"Deconstruct! Reconstruct! Anchoring to Existence!"

Kino abandoned most of his attack stances, pushing the power of the Ultimate Equation to unprecedented limits.

The billions of golden runes were no longer chains or torrents, but transformed into enormous, complex, constantly rotating and recombining barriers, forcefully blocking the Ultimate Purple Light!

Boom--!!!

Each collision unleashed a light more dazzling than a stellar explosion and a silent impact more terrifying than any other.

He can't hide!

Thanos's Ultimate Purple Light wasn't just aimed at Kino. Every time Kino dodged, that destructive power swept towards the Allied Forces without hindrance!

They were as fragile as paper before the Power of the End.

"How pathetic! My friend, clinging to illusory feelings, friend, lover, you should understand that your current actions are also being manipulated."

Thanos's voice was like a cold death knell, each pronouncement accompanied by an even stronger torrent of destruction.

He saw through Kino's predicament. This outsider himself was not erased by the End, but everything he desperately protected was the End's target.

Kino could only use his own body as a vessel to drive the Ultimate Equation, repeatedly enduring, transforming, and neutralizing that destructive power, buying the Allied Forces negligible time and space.

Every instance of pushing oneself to the limit is an extreme squeeze on the Ultimate Equation.

The golden light, under repeated impacts, is visibly dimming and thinning.

"Thanos..."

Kino's voice, tinged with breathlessness, came through the energy fluctuations of the Ultimate Equation, yet remained exceptionally clear.

"You're right, maybe everything really was written out."

My birth, my power, my harem, my children, even the fact that I stand here now, carrying your doomsday light with this damned equation, may all be part of some being's design."

He paused, forcefully stabilizing the almost collapsing golden barrier and blocking another wave of destructive purple light.

The light illuminated his face, which was covered in blood, sweat, and an expression of unwavering determination.

"But!"

Kino's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"I made my own choice now!"

"I was given power, but I can choose to use it to protect! I was given bonds, but I can choose to fight to the death for them! I was given the right to stand here against you, but I can choose to fight to the very last moment!"

Even if my existence is a story, how will that story end?

Kino suddenly clasped his hands together, and the dim Ultimate Equation suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented, blazing golden light that pierced through the Ultimate Purple Light!

That light was no longer merely defensive; it carried a desperate, all-or-nothing will to rewrite reality!

"I have to write it myself!"