Batman has a plan, but it needs to wait for Lady Vic to wake up, so that he can rescue Serena first.

There was no longer any obstruction in the colorful hallway ahead, except for noise and light pollution, but fortunately he was almost completely immune to the clown's tricks.

Soon, he followed the direction of the giant finger drawn on the wall and entered a renovated room.

Originally, there were some famous paintings on display here, but they were all painted by the clown.

If it's a figure painting, add a big smiley face to the person in the painting; If it's a landscape painting, just draw a string of dancing villains, and the whole room is in chaos.

The broken furniture was everywhere, the traces of the flood were still on the ground, and the salty smell was everywhere, like a demon cave, but Batman's attention fell on a chair in the center of the room.

On the chair was a gift box with a large label on it – 'Open'.

Batman thought for a second, and in order to prevent the gift from being a new laughing gas, he still took out the oxygen tank and put it in his mouth, before he walked over and opened the gift box.

The purple wrapping paper, the green ribbons, and the messy binding style are very ugly, and there are traces of saliva or tears on the wrapping paper.......

When I opened the gift box, there was a thing that seemed to be a remote-controlled toy car controller, but there were only two buttons on it, one red and one green, which flashed rapidly as if crazy.

When Batman picked up the remote control, it should have been the sensor on the chair that sensed the pressure change, so on the ground next to the chair, the TV that was originally thought to be broken by water suddenly lit up, and a familiar image appeared on the TV set that turned over.

"Hahahahahahaha.......ha Oh my dear Batman, how are you doing today? ”

The clown came up and didn't speak, but he laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath, and he seemed to be in a basement somewhere, the background was completely dark, and only a flashlight shone on his pale face from the bottom up.

It was only after a while that he struggled to cover his eyes and try to breathe, as if the sight of Batman would make him laugh.

"Joker." The corners of Batman's mouth twitched downward.

"You ask me? I'm fine, but I just had a little trouble with Lex ~small~spear~shield~. ”

As if he remembered something, the clown pulled out a photograph of a unconscious Luthor hanging from a pile of chains in the Eternal Citadel conference room:

"Hee-hee-hee, look at him, does he look like a perch?"

Batman narrowed his eyes, it seemed that the Joker and Luthor had indeed fallen out, and with Luthor's self-esteem, he absolutely disdained to pretend to be unconscious and be tied and hanged.

And what does the clown imply by showing this photo?

Clowns rarely take pictures, and it's not a good thing every time.

"I'm coming for you, come out." Instead of asking him what he meant, Batman simply asked the Joker to show up.

As if he had heard something funny, the clown showed an expression like coaxing a child, the corners of his mouth were pulled up widely, and a finger stretched out and shook continuously.

"No, no, no, no, Batman, don't be so anxious, the show has just begun, hahahaha......"

The Dark Knight's cloak obscured his silhouette, and his shadow twisted on the ground: "I'm right here." ”

The clown grabbed his hair and squeezed his head hard, his eyes wide open, as if he was about to be squeezed out of his sockets: "Yes, you are right, you are here, on the stage I prepared for you, then okay, let's play a game......"

As he spoke, the clown in the picture looked like he had pressed some remote control, and the picture shook a bit, splitting in half, showing two people trapped in the electric chair.

The electric chair was very rudimentary, and the clown tied the two to the chair with a barbed wire, and a lampshade modified electric torture helmet was put on their heads.

Blood flowed slowly from the two of them, their mouths gagged, and their faces were full of fear.

The Joker's voiceover comes again.

"You may not know these two people, let me introduce them to you. On the left of the picture is the scum player at the bottom of our society! That's right, it's you, smile at the camera. Well, on the right side of the picture is the high-level scum players in society, everyone applauds and welcomes! Bang Bang !! ”

The clown clapped on the TV, and a pair of white gloves slowly stretched out from the edge of the screen and quickly retracted.

Batman: "........"

He knew what the clown was doing, and it all had to wait until the joker said the rules of the game.

Just like Batman's crazy immunity to the Joker, the Joker is also accustomed to Batman's silence, he didn't feel any surprise at all, but continued to speak.

"This skinny scumbag, yes, your favorite type of street gangster, he goes out at 9 p.m. every night and comes home at 9 a.m., and he works 12 hours a day, seven days a week, all year round, to barely survive in Gotham! Hee-hee-hee, I don't know if you still remember him? You broke his arms last year and threw him in Black Gate Prison, do you want to know what happened after that? ”

“.......”

Batman didn't want to know at all, but he understood that the Joker would definitely say that it was useless to refuse.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, in my opinion, it's very comedic." The clown's voice flattened down, as if he was not interested: "When he was in prison, his seriously ill wife died of illness because she had no money to buy medicine, and his two children were living on the streets before the age of ten, and were used as human poison transport tools, and there was a little accident when he was a mule for the first time, and the corpse could only be made into sausages in the end, or heroin sauce-flavored type, hahahahaha......."

“.......”

"He thinks it's all your fault, it's your responsibility, he wants to kill you to avenge his wife and children......" The clown suppressed his laughter, and his voice became cold: "It's a pity that Gotham is not an ideal country where everyone can fulfill their wishes, it's a pity, I found him first, and in view of my hospitality, he happily participated in our game, hehehe......"

Batman narrowed his eyes and looked at the skinny man who was tied to the electric chair.

The other party was skinny, obviously malnourished, fear made his eyes bulge, and his face was pale and sweaty, and he could feel him trembling badly through the screen.

And looking at his face full of scars, and his mouth is still blocked by erotic balls, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look happy to participate in the game.

The Joker didn't wait for Batman to speak, and immediately introduced it again: "Below is the fat pig on the right, our high-level social players, it's really glamorous, the high-end suit doesn't wrinkle even if it's wet, hehehe....... Ready to hear his story? ”

"I'm not interested, come out clown, face me."

"Then I'll kill them all! They will die for your non-cooperation! You killed them with your own hands! ”

The Joker suddenly switched personalities, roaring like a mad dog on the other end, and almost rushed out of the TV to bite Batman.

“.......”

"So are you ready to listen to the story? Please~~~~Listen to it~~~~"

The Joker suddenly changed again, and spoiled Batman like a child, except that the sound of his broken voice was like scratching a blackboard with his fingernails.

Batman has never been able to confirm what the Joker is thinking, especially when his split personality is getting worse.

“........”

"Hey, hey, hey....... I knew Batman was going to make a wise choice, this fat man, we've all seen him on TV, but I can't remember his name, he's one of the councilors of Gotham City. But that's just the identity on the surface, guess what he actually does? ”

The Joker spoke quickly, and his tone became so seductive that Batman seemed to be able to see the Joker winking at him.

"He has a drug factory and a human flesh factory." Batman replied with little hesitation.

"Papapapa......."

The Joker's palm sticks out from the edge of the screen again, only this time at the bottom of the camera: "It's Batman, beautiful reasoning, the skinny kid died because he transported poison to his men, and he was also made into sausages by his workers, and he was the one who embezzled the medical subsidies that Wayne Enterprises gave to the civilians of Gotham." ”

Batman's eyes fell on the fat man, a man whom Bruce actually knew, often met at various balls, and was a very standard politician.

The brain is full of fat, the mouth is full of lotus flowers, the ability to govern is almost non-existent, and the best ability is to play Texas Hold'em, which is very poor compared to Bruce.

Unbeknownst to Batman, he also had a drug and doxing business, and estimated that the so-called underground factory was too small to be discovered at all.

Everyone knows that the black mask drug factory has a fertilizer factory brand, and it is affiliated with the Gotham Research Institute, covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters, and the drugs are manufactured in batches of ten tons.

It's easy to deal with, every time Black Mask has enough supplies and is ready to send them away, Batman just burns them once.

And this fat man's den of drug production is likely to be the basement of a residential building, find a few out-of-school children, and boil it out of a pot at will, there are countless dens of this size in Gotham, and it is impossible for Batman to destroy them all.

50% of the drugs in the United States are provided by Gotham, which is an absolutely lucrative industry, and there is almost no barrier to entry, maybe your kind neighbor old lady may be a Breaking Bad at night.

While Batman was thinking, the Joker was not idle, and his tone suddenly became confused:

"Then I'm curious, because it seems to me that it was actually the fat man who killed the thin man's family, and he was the murderer. Why does he want to kill you too? Was the last time you saw each other pleasant? I thought you had smoked a cigar with him and were already friends. ”

Halfway through that, there was a sound of palms and heads colliding on the TV, and the clown was amused by himself again.

"Ah, is it because you gave the police the evidence of his embezzlement of medical funds? Because he knows his future is over? Beauty and gourmet are leaving him? Nothing, it's gone, it's so uncomfortable to lose......."

"What do you want?" Batman asked coldly.

The clown panted on the other side of the microphone for a long time before he smiled: "Okay, the story is over, I want to know now, will you save the bad guys who want to kill you?" Word of the tongue, if you save them, something terrible will happen next, hehehehe......"

"Let's talk about how to play."