Batman doesn't like this environment, with colorful neon lights, spots of various colors climbing up from him, and on both sides of the hallway, there are many clowns who leave megaphones that play the sound of laughter on a loop.

It's not a clown's whisper, but a fake laugh used to set off the atmosphere when a TV station shoots a sitcom.

"Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha."

The laughter was very regular, short, and noisy, as if there were hundreds of people laughing at the same time, but after listening for a long time, under this mechanical regularity, a terrifying sense of indifference was revealed.

These people are not really laughing, maybe for money, maybe for work, maybe for the future, but this kind of fake smile is the most smiling that human beings show to others in their daily lives.

That's the real laugh.

As Batman walked briskly forward and thought about it, he noticed that the horns seemed to have a dead battery, like a tape twisted, and the laughter suddenly twisted, long and eerie, like cries and wails.

The trench coat fighter cautiously followed Batman, his head turning quickly from side to side, as if worried about where the Joker would come from.

Many people encounter clowns for the first time, and it is true, that guy can carry a strong sense of suffocation with people, and that kind of pure chaos is too real to be accepted by humans.

Even Nightwing, who is now on his own, couldn't even speak clearly when he first saw the Joker.

"Smack, smack!"

Suddenly, two crisp sounds sounded around the two, and a large number of paper fireworks erupted, like welcoming a birthday star, sprinkled on the two of them, and even laughter became normal.

It's just that the lights are changing more often.

If it used to be just neon lights on the street, now it's like the lights on the dance floor of a nightclub, and Batman and the trench coat fighter are all in full bloom.

"Sorry, I stepped on a tripmine." The trench coat fighter looked at his feet, he was the one who triggered the paper fireworks, causing the changes around him.

"He knew we were coming, it didn't matter." Batman calmly said that although he had come to find Catwoman, the Joker had clearly taken the lead and had taken Catwoman away first.

He should have guessed the time when Batman would resume Gotham City surveillance, even if Batman didn't bring it with the trenchcoat fighter this time, the Joker would definitely leave clues elsewhere in the city to lure Batman here.

Ah Fu in the headset proves Batman's guess, and in several blocks around the museum, large red letters suddenly appear on the exterior walls of buildings.

"Hahaha!"

"Come to me!"

"The kitten is in my hands!"

And so on and so forth, and the arrows pointing to the museum, Batman and the Man in the Trench Coat came in a flying machine, and they didn't see the slogan on the wall of the building below.

Now that the conjecture has been confirmed, Batman's face does not change.

Batman suspects that the other party may have installed sensors on the roof or doorway, and there is a certain vibration or heat signal, which will pass the information of Batman's arrival to the Joker, and various traps inside will be activated.

The Joker wasn't good at these high-tech things, but Bane knew it, and that guy was a rare smart guy among the big guys. Scientists who are more than two meters tall and weigh nearly two hundred kilograms are not impossible.

Chelicerae Butterfly is also a former snitch, and her knowledge of museums must be no worse than Catwoman's.

"The clown has been prepared, and it's none of your business." Batman moves on.

When the trench coat fighter heard Batman's words, he tried to calm his breathing, as if calming down: "That's okay, but what else will be in front of you?" I always feel that the atmosphere here is ........"

"He will set a trap against my spirit, and there may not be a trap against you, but if there is, it must be life-threatening." Batman stopped with a cold face, he turned to look at the man in the trench coat: "And you are not concentrating enough, it is dangerous to continue to move forward, I suggest you quit and wait for me." ”

The trench coat fighter's fists clenched and loosened, and his ten fingers were twisted together: "But I don't want you to think I'm a coward or something......"

"It's a creature's instinctive choice to save your life, and the Joker is really beyond your level of coping, so going out and being on call is the best choice." Batman is still expressionless.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you outside the door, you be careful."

The trench coat fighter was not pretentious, as if he couldn't stand the suffocating atmosphere anymore, and left in a panic.

Batman squinted at his departing back, but still couldn't guess the identity of the other party, there were millions of people who could be frightened by the Joker in Gotham, which was useless for deducing identity.

If possible, on the way home, more valuable information can be obtained through the address.

However, at present, it seems that the behavior of the trench coat fighter is logical, following his intelligence operations, the people on Batman's face are basically fourth- and fifth-tier villains, and even some are too inconspicuous, even the name has been forgotten by Batman, and he only remembers the code name and ability.

What are the abilities of fourth- and fifth-tier villains? People like Dr. Eggman and the façade are already strong.

The Trench Coat Fighter's action targets are them, which is reasonable in Batman's eyes, and the only Humiliation squad that is beyond his ability is still an anti-hero team that will not necessarily fight.

Besides, I didn't find it, did I.,It's estimated that in that small book.,The humiliation team is the existence of the big boss.。

The trench coat fighter has to follow Batman in order to take him to deal with humiliation, perhaps some personal vendettas. But after he didn't find it, he couldn't get by because of his face, and he took Batman to find some other targets to prove that his intelligence was correct, and it all made sense.

This is in line with the psychological profile of a hero who has just debuted and is very young.

Unlike many stunned youths, the trench coat fighter does not admit defeat and wants to prove that his intelligence is correct, but he also knows his level of strength and can retreat in the face of difficulties. This is also in line with the background of growing up in a poor neighborhood as previously expected.

The streets of Gotham are so real, and the children who grew up there, who have adapted to the darkness since childhood, know that the most important thing is to save their lives.

Batman turned around and tried to move on, only to find that at that moment, a figure seemed to flash across the corridor in the distance.

But the lights in the hallway were too chaotic now, and Batman didn't know if what he was seeing was right, so he rushed towards it while he watched out for the trap.

Before he could reach the corner of the corridor in front of him, Batman smelled a strong smell of blood, and he instantly raised his vigilance, and external distractions, such as lights and laughter, also moved away from him.

He slowed his pace, but in the next second, a figure suddenly burst out of the corner, and the other kicked on the wall, rolled over in the air to borrow force, and the other whip leg slammed into Batman's head.

Batman had already prepared, how could he be hit, he crossed his arms to block, and steadily took this powerful kick, but took a step back.

Although he was not injured, Batman knew that he was in trouble, and the opponent's strength and martial arts were not weak, and in a narrow place like a corridor full of clown garbage, the flexible warrior had an advantage over him.

The soles of the opponent's feet felt Batman's forearm, and then the figure connected a volley backflip in the air, borrowed the force from the point of contact, and kicked forward with the other leg, aiming at Batman's abdomen.

And Batman can only block again, take a step back, and the other party takes the opportunity to withdraw and roll, and distance himself from Batman.

The other party was wearing a red three-point swimsuit, white gloves on his hands, and rhinestones on them, which shone in the light.

Her face mask is white, her eyes are surrounded by red eyeshadow, her blonde hair is casually draped over her shoulders, and two Nepalese recurve knives in her hands are dancing a knife flower.

"Long time no see, Batman." She greeted Batman in a deep and feminine voice.

"Ms. Vic."

Batman clenched his fist without changing his face, the other party's surprise attack just now, his two forearms were numb, a martial arts master, this time he is in trouble.

Lady Vic is not Miss Siva, which is good news, but she is not easy to mess with, and is one of the most powerful world-class mercenaries.

Although not as strong as Deathstroke, her weakness is mainly that she is not good at thermal weapons, and can only use automatic rifles, which is far from the level of Deathknell's ability to drive tanks and fighters.

And in hand-to-hand combat, she is also slightly weaker than Earth 0 Deathknell, because her reaction speed is a little slower.

Her combat prowess is nothing short of commensurate with her weak appearance, and almost all of her followers are under her care, and Nightwing once complained to Batman about the reason for her defeat.

"She dresses and looks like Victoria's Secret supermodel Jessica Stan, but when she moves, she looks like a female version of Terminator plus Bruce Lee."

When Nightwing first saw her, and his eyes lingered on her waist, the other party suddenly activated, and almost instantly Nightwing broke and fell unconscious.

And the original Red Arrow, the current Arsenal Warehouse Roy is even more miserable, the members of the Green Arrow family, who are good at stealth, were followed, and suddenly came out and kicked the red arrow's jawbone, and they were unconscious.

Bat Wing had a slight advantage over her, after all, wearing a high-tech battle armor, the reason for the coma was often suffocation, and it would not lie down as fast as Nightwing and them.

Legend has it that Lady Vic is of Paradise Island descent, but who knows, the gossip has always been about everything.

Batman quickly went through the information in his mind, and the other party just looked at him very calmly, adjusting his breathing and state, and his red lips curved into a good angle: "Batman, you know this is not a personal vendetta." ”

"How much money the clown gives you, I'll give you double." Batman used his superpowers for the first time.

"I'm sorry, a mercenary at our level basically won't betray his employer for some small money." Ms. Vic walked towards Batman with a catwalk, her soft-soled boots not making a sound: "Credibility is sometimes useful. ”

"But I also understand that a mercenary at your level can't hide behind a corner and show a shadow, and you will deliberately expose what you want to talk about."

Batman pulls up his cloak and wraps himself around while secretly removing props from his waist.

Ms. Vic's mask shows below her nose, like the kind of mask worn by aristocratic women at masquerade balls, which is the weakness of the other party today.

The internal corridor of the museum, which was originally used as a gallery, has no windows on either side, and the terrain is narrow and the air circulation is poor.

The Joker's generator, on the other hand, is only enough for his own installation, but does not power the museum's air conditioning and humidity control system, which is as airtight as a sauna.

So the plan is like this, once the negotiation fails, he throws out all the tear gas batrang to block the road, forming a closed passage full of tear gas.

At the same time, he himself breathed with a miniature bat oxygen tank, and used jiu-jitsu stickers to engage in battle, dragging her here, surviving the time she could hold her breath, and he was bound to win.

But this is destined to be a pyrrhic victory, and he may aggravate the injury, and he may not be able to keep the other party.

So Batman, I want to negotiate a condition.