"What are you worried about?"

The secretary asked, looking at Black Mask's expressionless face from beginning to end.

Black Mask sat silently in his car, and he was about to meet the guy he had gotten out of Arkham by any means he had.

They were scheduled to have a collaboration, but Black Mask knew it was impossible. The odds of this kind of thing are about the same as the chances of a meteorite falling from the sky and killing Batman. If he could, he really wanted to get that madman back in Arkham.

He didn't expect to cooperate with the madman, and his main purpose in getting him out was to deal with Red Hood.

He doesn't need to work with the Joker, who will kill everyone who gets in his way. The purpose of the Red Hood is the whole of Gotham, although now he is his main target, and sooner or later he will come face to face with the Joker. And by that time, the red hood will inevitably become one of the things that the Joker will have to rule out.

The question is, can he wait until then? If Red Hood is determined to kill himself before he can deal with the other criminals, then his plan to release the Joker is a very unsuccessful one.

Black Mask also knows very well that for the Joker, everything in this world will only be divided into two kinds, one is the one that needs to be eliminated as an obstacle, and the other is fun to play with. But in terms of results, there is no difference in the fate of these two things, because the Joker is a madman.

"Regret!"

Yes, Black Mask regretted it, and from the moment he made this decision, he regretted it all the time. Yet, even if time could come, he would still do it.

The criminals of Gotham are not so united, although they will also cooperate, but they are each doing their own thing, and there are quite a few things that tear each other down and eat black, and everyone, including themselves, knows this.

But there is always one exception, when it comes to the dignity of Gotham criminals, they sometimes unexpectedly unite, except for one guy - the Joker.

God knows what the hell that guy wants? Perhaps the world has entered a state of disorder, and chaos is what he wants.

It's really impossible to say which of the two dies first, whether to cooperate with the Joker or to fight the Joker.

"Arrived at Mr."

Just in the midst of Black Mask's various regrets, the vehicle arrived at the designated place. This is the dock warehouse in his name, and it is also the place where he wants to negotiate this negotiation that will be lost no matter how you look at it.

"Don't turn off the fire, be ready to leave at any time"

"Yes Sir"

Black Mask stepped out of the car and found his pistol loaded to make sure the bullet was ready to shoot before ramming it back into the bag.

"Are you a little too nervous? The clown has nothing now and is still wearing a bondage suit"

The secretary was a little incomprehensible to the Black Mask's wary behavior, and the clown was brought out of prison by them with only the exclusive restraint uniform on his body.

"You know, even if that guy only has a head, you have to be prepared"

The secretary still couldn't understand Black Mask's vigilance, but her super professional ethics made her close her mouth and follow Black Mask to the warehouse.

As soon as I got close to the warehouse, I heard a crazy laugh coming from inside, and the clown's unique shrill laughter made the secretary Zou tighten his eyebrows....

"Hallie, why hasn't our partner come yet?"

The clown sat in a chair with his feet crossed on the table, dangling from one place to another, and the orange bondage suit used to bind violent prisoners seemed to be his high-end suit.

"Well, maybe it's almost there."

Harley Quinn sat on the side and replied that she just wanted to find a comfortable hotel and take a mandarin duck bath with Mr. J.

While the two men were talking, the door to the warehouse was opened, and Black Mask walked in from the outside.

The arrival of the boss successfully relieved the guys who were in charge of watching over the clowns.

"You're a little late."

The Joker mischievously questions about Black Mask's late arrival.

Upon seeing the Joker's face wincing at him, Black Mask once again regretted why he had gotten this guy out of Arkham.

"Joker, I got you out to make a deal with you"

The clown was clearly uninterested in the Black Mask's opening remarks, and shook his head to gesture to the bondage suit on his body. Black Mask was a smart man, and immediately motioned for his subordinates to take off the clothes.

The clown, who had taken off his bondage clothes, happily stretched out his arms, touching the guy standing to his left and the man to his right.

The Joker's actions succeeded in provoking Black Mask's wrath.

"Joker!"

"Say, I'm listening, baby"

It's always the Joker's purpose to anger others, and of course he doesn't feel worried about Black Mask's anger, and with a provocative remark, he successfully suppresses Black Mask's imminent anger.

"I'm in a little trouble right now.."

"Can you give me something to eat? I haven't eaten for a day."

The clown completely ignored Black Mask's rhetoric and said to himself. Black Mask had to suppress his anger and motioned to his subordinates to hand him a generation of potato chips.

"And you're the best person to solve this little trouble..."

"Mr J, I want it too"

"Of course baby"

Completely ignoring Black Mask's ugly face, the Joker handed Harry the chips in his hand, and then looked directly at the man who gave him them. Black Mask rubbed his forehead in a headache, then asked his subordinate to hand him a bag of new potato chips. Watching the Joker open the bag and shove slice of potato chips into his mouth, it took some effort for Black Mask to finally prevent himself from taking out the guy with a gun right now.

"Can we start talking?"

"Oh, of course, you say"

The clown replied slurredly.

"Listen, I'm in a bit of trouble right now, and I'm sure you're the best person to solve it, and that's why I got you out there..... Are you listening? ”

"Sure, but can you give me some water?"

Black Mask closed his eyes, trying to suppress the anger in his heart, and then motioned for his subordinate to hand him a glass of water.

The clown took a sip of the water glass, then tilted his head and asked:

"That little red"

"Red Hood"

Black Mask struggled to maintain a calm tone, correcting the Joker's words.

"Oh whatever, this little red is here for you?"

"It can only be said that it is currently directed at me, and his target is the criminals of the whole of Gotham"

"What kind of man is he?"

"A madman, a guy who likes black and eats black"

"Well... Sounds interesting, so you should be able to lure him out....."