In the city of Arkham, only a few people know that the warehouse at the end of the junction of Josef Street leads directly to the secret room that Hugo Stevich deliberately left behind.

The second floor of the chamber was originally connected to a botanical greenhouse with a narrow passage that could only accommodate two people, but now this passage has been cut in two by someone who has stopped him. A Tiger guard, armed with an AK47 in his hand, stood at the break in the aisle, yawning boredly.

Suddenly, a hand burst out from under the broken aisle and grabbed the guard's ankle by surprise. The guard let out an "ahh

The Winged Knight and Catwoman jumped up one after the other.

"Crisp and clean," Catwoman laughs, "I like your style." ”

Ten minutes ago, in Poison Ivy's Botanical Paradise.

Catwoman plus Roy are two people against nearly a dozen strong thugs who have been seduced by Poison Ivy.

It couldn't have been any easier.

This is the first time the two have teamed up against each other. They had never worked together before, and only had a brief encounter, but for the first time they worked together, they were quite accommodating. In a few moments, the miscellaneous soldiers were lying on the ground.

"Do you always have to get in my way?" Poison ivy looked at Roy coldly.

"I might be able to help you." Roy said, turning on the floating screen of the wrist-moving computer.

In the screen is a small flower pot with a lone green stem growing on top of it a fiery red flower.

The moment she saw this, the poison ivy woman's face changed suddenly.

"Where did you see it?" She snapped.

"This flower is native to South America and is a rare variety that is unique in the world." Roy said, "But I'm sure you already know the value of it." So now, what if I told you that I happen to know that this flower is in the city of Arkham and that I know exactly where it is? ”

Poison ivy looked at him suspiciously for a moment.

"I have to make sure what you're saying is credible." "How did you find it?" she said. ”

"Early on when Project Arkham was proposed, Batman told me to keep an eye on Mayor Eddie Frank," Roy said. According to our investigation, there are some strange expenses in his daily bill, such as the fact that he sometimes spends a lot of money on things that are not in his interest at all, and now I suspect that he is spending money on things that are not very necessary for his behind-the-scenes collaborator, that is, Hugo Stevich. ”

At this point, he paused, and the conversation changed.

"Do you know about a project on the black market called 'Bonus Trading'?"

Poison Ivy looked dazed, but Catwoman, who often messed around in this area, knew it very well.

"Even if it is a black market, many products must be listed on the Internet to be seen and understood by more buyers." "But many commodities are prohibited from trading, and if they are seen by the relevant authorities, there is a danger of being traced." So in order to hide people's eyes, the seller will often bundle something really valuable with something inconsequential to sell, and then name the transaction item with this unrelated bundle, so that the really valuable thing can be disguised. A lot of drugs, illegal stolen goods, and state property are resold in this way. ”

"Not bad." "And coincidentally, I found such a table purchase record in the records I dug through from Mayor Frank. After following the relevant link to the purchase page, I found this from the product preview image. ”

As he spoke, he switched to the display on the floating screen of the mobile computer, and suddenly a picture of a wooden table with exquisite workmanship appeared. Scattered on the table were papers and pens, as well as a pot of flowers that were unique in the world.

"Two years ago, this one-of-a-kind variety was stolen from an international exhibition." "Now, I believe it was bought back by this Mr. Frank." ”

Poison Ivy asked eagerly, "So now it's in the hands of the mayor?" ”

Roy shook his head again.

"As I said, although the mayor sells these collections in his name, in fact he has no interest in flowers and plants. If you want me to say, he probably didn't pay the money himself, but the person who paid for it borrowed his name. ”

Catwoman suddenly said: "In the hands of Hugo Stevich!" ”

"Yes, and I'm pretty sure it's likely to be locked in that vault that Stevich built in Arkham City." "Now, there's a good chance my partner was taken away by Stevich. I'll have to check if Stevich has locked her up somewhere in the back room, so I have to go inside, and I need your help for that. If you promise to help me and Selena get in, I promise I'll help you find the plant. ”

Catwoman stared at him in surprise for a moment: "Your little girl was caught?" ”

Roy ignored her, his eyes fixed on Poison Ivy.

The Poison Ivy Girl seemed to hesitate, and after thinking about it for a while, she said, "Okay, deal." ”

At the same time, industrial areas, clown dens.

Following the same route as the previous Wingknight, Batman also infiltrated the factory and found the room where the Joker was hiding.

When he kicked open the door and appeared in the doorway, what he saw was beyond his expectations.

The clown was neatly dressed in his purple suit and sat limply in his wheelchair. His eyelids were tightly closed, and his head hung limply to the side. Most of his face was covered by a breathing mask, his hands were on drips, and a bag of medicine hung from a shelf on the side of his wheelchair.

Hallie knelt beside the Joker and wept bitterly, oblivious to Batman's walk-in.

"Get out of the way, Quinn!" Batman shouted mercilessly.

With tears in her eyes, Hallie pleaded, "Please, let us stay for a while, okay?" ”

"I said it, get out of the way!" Batman ripped her away without mercy. He activated various scanning functions under the mask, and performed detailed scans of the clown's heartbeat, body temperature, and other physiological conditions, and finally the computer in the mask fed back a result - death confirmed.

Is the Joker dead?

Although he always knew that the terminally ill Joker could die at any time, when this moment really came, Batman still couldn't help but feel?

The clown, the pest that was pestering endlessly, really sat in this wheelchair and died quietly?

It was only for such a brief moment, and it took him a little time to digest the fact.

The change happened in an instant.

"Surprise! Bat! ”

The clown's familiar voice sounded from behind him, and before he could react, the clown swooped down on his back from behind, and the handkerchief stained with a strong anesthetic pounced on his mouth and nose. (To be continued.) )