Enough was enough, the always smug Joker was bored by the recent failures, he wasn't a very patient guy in the first place, and the feeling of uncontrollability made him irritable, which confirmed Jason's suspicions.

Batman had sensed the purpose of all his actions during this time, and he had begun to act.

He had to be quick and catch the guy before Batman found the Joker and sent him back to Arkham, or else the scene would be missing an important protagonist, how would he play it?

He received a message that the Joker had recently been hiding in an abandoned chemical factory, huh! That guy really has an inexplicable attachment to chemical plants. I just don't know if this is because he was originally an employee of a chemical plant or because he was a clown in a chemical factory. None of this meant much to him, though, and the show was about to begin, so he had let the clown survive until now in order to take some time to set up the grand stage.

The stage has been set up, and now it's time to invite the actors.

The clown sat irritably in a broken chair, his recent failures were a little unacceptable to him, he didn't like this feeling, he had been brushed around, no one could ever play the clown, only he had to play with others.

Hallie sat by and added the necessary items to her little toy, she had to save some of the ingredients she was running out.

"Hallie~"

The clown's unique tone came lazily from the side, and the tacit understanding that had been formed for a long time made Harley answer without even listening to what he said:

"The Jokers are looking for new materials, MR J"

The clown is dying of boredom, but without the necessary materials, all his plans cannot be implemented, and he begins to miss the little bat. He'd never hated a guy so much, not just because he spoiled his good deeds, but more importantly, the Joker smelled the same smell from that guy as he did himself - he was one of his kind.

But Gotham doesn't need two clowns, so maybe he should change the order and make the Red Hood the highest priority.

The clowns have gone out to find new materials, and it is not too difficult for the clown to find an abandoned warehouse to make some laughing gas by himself, but the work of purification is too troublesome.

"If it's so boring, why don't I play a game with you?"

The sound from the shadows made the lazy Harley jump up like a cat with its tail stepped on, and drew her weapon and watched warily at the figure emerging from the shadows.

"Ha, I was just wondering if I should go to play with you."

Seeing the coming, the clown let out an excited laugh.

In most people's eyes, the clown makes a strange laugh no matter what he encounters, the kind of laughter that belongs to the iconic clown. But Red Hood could discern the Joker's thoughts from the laughter.

He could hear a hint of vigilance in the clown's mood in the irregular, almost vocal cords rubbing against his throat, which made the corners of his mouth hidden under the red hood draw a small arc.

"This is a gift for you!"

Before the clown could throw what he had prepared in his hand at Red Hood, a single gunshot was enough to knock him to his knees.

"Really? Then this is my return gift."

The muzzle of the gun in Red Hood's right hand was still smoking, and the shot just now hit the Joker's left leg with precision.

Red Hood was fast, and soon he was standing in front of the Joker, holding the pistol that had just shot the Clown's leg against the Joker's head. seems to be lazy movements, but there are no flaws at all, and he can't be distracted in the face of the clown.

“.... What a great greeting gift, ha..."

The clown let out that terrible laugh again, and the laughter showed no fear at all, just like before, it was a crazy laugh.

"Are you calling the guys guarding the door outside? It didn't work, it was solved when I came in"

Most of the Clowns were sent out by Harley, which was one of the results of Red Hood's constant destruction of the Joker's stealing of raw laughing gas. It's just that two laymen are guarding outside, and Red Hood doesn't mind sending two madmen to God by the way.

"Let go of the little pudding!"

Harley, who finally reacted, raised her sledgehammer and slammed it towards the red hood's head.

The red hood didn't even move a minute, and before the giant hammer smashed into his head, he stretched out his right leg and kicked Harley Quinn in the chest, this kick he didn't leave any room at all, and the unsuspecting Harley was directly hit head-on, and the crisp cracking sound of the ribs was particularly obvious in this empty space.

The kick was strong enough that Harley was kicked in an arc in the air and slammed into a cement pillar and slid down.

"I heard that you can kill a few police officers when you're crazy, it's so fragile, it looks like even if you're crazy, you need your heart and lungs to live."

Halle. Quinn, who was originally a clown's psychiatrist, turned out to be extraordinarily crazy after contracting the clown's madness. When she's mad, she turns everything around her into her own weapon, killing several cops who rushed to support her during a riot in Arkham. Of course, all this is in the case of comparing it to normal people.

Harley's body slowly slid off the cement pillar, and the red hood's kick hit the heart, and the violent impact affected the rate of the heart's beating and also affected the breathing of the lungs. Harley Quinn who grew up but couldn't breathe, let the saliva keep flowing down the corners of her mouth, her body couldn't move at all, and she could only watch as the red hood tied the clown up and took her out of the warehouse.

“MR ..... J....”

Hallie has experienced all sorts of near-death experiences with the Joker, such as being at the center of an explosion or falling from a height, and the near-death climax makes her want to stop. She loved that man and loved the life that man had brought her to be completely different.

She had also been beaten in the firefight, but that was nothing compared to the kick she had just made. Neither breathless lungs nor a choppy heartbeat could stop the fear she felt at the moment, the fear that was completely different from Batman's—that she would be killed!

She had been through too many deaths, but none had made her feel the scythe of death on her neck as much as she had just done.

What does psychology say about this phenomenon? No one is not afraid of death, but some people do not realize that they will die until they die, so they do not seem to be afraid of death.

This is Hallie. For the first time since becoming Harley Quinn, Quinn has a deep sense of "I'm going to die".

“..... MR J”

When her heart finally calmed down, Harley struggled to get up from the ground, and the sharp pain in her chest reminded her of the fact that her ribs had been broken.

No, you have to save the Joker. The man will kill him, yes will kill him.

The Joker wasn't afraid of death, he never was, but he never liked that his death was as meaningless as an ant. He had been trying to kidnap Batman to attack him, because he knew that his death would definitely leave a perfect mark on that man's heart.

But Harley knew that Red Hood's heart would never leave any traces because of killing the clown, and she could tell from the strength of the man's kick just now that killing her or killing the clown was no different from crushing an ant to that man. They don't leave even the slightest trace on his heart.

Who... Who can save the Joker? Who can save the clown from the hands of that Grim Reaper?

“.... Batman ....."

Almost subconsciously said the name, and he was the only one in the whole Gotham who would save that madman....