In the interrogation room of the Gotham City Police Department, Gordon, who had just been promoted to police chief, hurried over from his home, opened the door and walked into the interrogation room.

Behind the interrogation table sat a strangely dressed man with green hair.

His face was covered in white paint, which had turned earthy yellow from the dim lights of the interrogation room, and against the scarlet lips, he looked like a demon that had just crawled out of hell.

He's the Joker who makes the whole of Gotham City tremble, the demon who plays with humanity and life between applause.

Looking at Gordon, who had just walked into the interrogation room, the clown greeted with a smile as if he was the owner of the house: "Good evening, Mr. Director!"

Gordon didn't reply, he sat in front of the clown, stared at the madman tightly, and slowly asked, "Why didn't Harvey Dent come home, I think you must know the answer!"

The clown licked his lips lightly and laughed, "Harvey, the prosecutor? Of course he can't go back!"

Gordon held back the anger in his heart and asked softly, "What did you do to him?"

The clown looked behind him suspiciously, as if he was looking for someone: "You mean me?"

He looked at Gordon strangely, as if he were the most innocent person in the world.

"I've been locked up here by you all along. After saying that, the clown showed Gordon the handcuffs in his hands, looked at the other party innocently, and asked slowly, "Who did you send Harvey back? Well? Is it your men? Of course, we can only assume that they are still "your" men, not my guys!"

Every time he spoke, he looked at Gordon with flirtatious eyes, and each time he provoked the deepest fear in Gordon's heart.

The clown pointed at Gordon and smiled, "Mr. Sheriff, are you feeling frustrated right now?" Because, at last, you find yourself fighting alone! Don't you feel guilty for Harvey's affairs? You are responsible for his situation today!"

Gordon was silent for a moment, then asked firmly, "Where are the others now?"

The clown raised an eyebrow and asked, "What time is it?"

Gordon stared at the clown tightly and couldn't help asking, "Why are you asking this?"

The clown shook his head slightly, like the most lame circus actor, and said with a strange smile: "Well, because depending on the time, he may be in one place completely, or he may be splashed everywhere." ”

Gordon understood that he could not get an answer, he took the handcuffed key from his pocket, and said in an extremely deep voice, "Since you want to play the game..."

With that, he uncuffed the clown.

The clown looked at Gordon who stood up indifferently, and let out a disdainful snort through his nose, as if he didn't care about the threat of the new police chief.

Gordon sneered and said, "Looks like I should go out for a cup of coffee!"

With that, he turned around and walked outside the interrogation room.

The clown looked at his back and asked with a smile, "Mr. Sheriff, are you trying to play the trick of 'good cop and bad cop' with me?"

Gordon walked to the gate, turned back and said, "No, you guessed wrong!"

With that, he opened the door and walked out.

The moment the door closed, the fluorescent lamp in the interrogation room suddenly turned on.

The clown subconsciously narrowed his eyes, and then a black figure appeared behind him, holding his head and slamming it against the table of the interrogation table.

"Bang dang!"

A loud bang echoed through the interrogation room.

When the clown straightened up, he felt countless golden flowers in front of his eyes, and there was a sharp pain on his forehead.

But he didn't have the slightest anger or anger, he gently rubbed his head, frowned, like a teacher, to Batman, who walked behind him and in front of him, and taught: "During the interrogation, don't hit your head first, otherwise the prisoner will be beaten and dizzy, and then there will be no reaction to your next beating......"

Before he could finish his words, Batman smashed his fist the bones of his hand, and the huge force smashed the Joker's bones with a gurgling sound.

The Joker didn't seem to feel anything at all, and said to Batman with a smile: "Look, I don't feel it now, you understand?"

Batman ignored him, sat down in front of him, and said in an extremely deep voice, "You are looking for me, and now I am here." ”

"I just wanted to see what you could do! The Joker smiled, put his face in front of Batman, looked at the Dark Knight in front of him in an extremely provocative tone, and said: You let five people die because of you, and then let Harvey carry the black pot for you. Even I think you're cold-blooded

Batman couldn't help but ask, "Where's Harvey?"

The Joker ignored the question, shook his green hair, and continued, in a smug tone, "Those gangster idiots kill you, and they can do as they please." But I know the truth, there's no going back, you've changed everything in Gotham City, and you'll never be able to go back to the past!"

The Joker crossed his hands on his chest and looked at Batman in front of him as if he were looking at a flawless work of art, looking at each other with immense appreciation.

Batman asked coldly, "Then why do you want to kill me?"

"Hehehe, hahahahaha......"

The Joker let out a loud laugh, and the white paint on his face crumpled together, as if Batman had just told a ridiculous joke.

"I didn't want to kill you, never!" the Joker laughed as he looked at Batman and said with great sincerity, "What would I do without you? Do I want to go back and play with those gangster idiots? No, no, I don't want that."

Speaking of this, the Joker, like a pastor preaching, said to Batman in an extremely sincere tone, "It's you... You're the one who makes my life so much more complete!"

Batman couldn't stand his crazy logic, and said angrily: "You're just a garbage who kills people for money!"

The clown shook his finger and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't, don't learn the tone of those so-called righteous gentlemen, you are different from them." Even if you wanted to, you couldn't. Because in their eyes, you're a freak, a madman like me. They need you now, and when they don't need you, they will want to chase you away like a leper!"

Batman looked at the Joker and even forgot what he should say, so he could only let the other party continue to talk.

The clown's eerie tone continued: "You also understand that the so-called morality and so-called rules of their people are all rotten jokes. As long as there is the slightest disaster, there is no principle, and we will just go with the flow. I'm here to tell you what the truth is, when their lives are in danger, these so-called... Well... Civilized people will not hesitate to kill each other. I've never been a monster, I'm just a little more advanced than these people......"

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