Stepping over the doctor lying on the ground with a sharp weapon in his hand, Roy finally broke through to the patient's room, the one where the first person with the virus was isolated.

"I've arrived at the quarantine room." Roy said through the communication, "The isolation ward looks fine, but the patient's face is not visible from this position. Bat Girl, did you reach the Bat Cave? ”

"No, I turned." Barbara said, "It's my dad, something seems to have happened to him." ”

"Little Ba"

"I'm sorry Roy, I know maybe you have to tell me that I have to focus on the big picture at this time, but"

"No, I understand." Roy said, "I know what your father means to you. All I want to say is be careful. ”

"Thank you, I will." Barbara said, "Batman has gone back to the Batcave, but it seems that he has been poisoned, and Damian and Alfred are already detoxifying him." Damian is now testing the various serum formulas that Batman has developed to see if there is one that works against the new agent called the Joker, presumably like that. Bat Girl, over. ”

With that, she hung up.

After unlocking the electronic lock with a decipher, Roy entered the isolation room and gently opened the transparent tent.

A white, featureless-looking hospital bed, on which the first patient, dressed in a dark green hospital gown and wearing a peaked cap, sat dumbfounded. Like everyone else, his facial muscles stiffened, his smile seeking, and his eyes hollow.

Roy activated the facial recognition software under the mask and scanned the patient's appearance. A few seconds later, the terminal connected to the bat computer returned the matching result.

This man is Joe Chill, a little guy at the bottom of the Gotham gang. Originally, he didn't have anything to look out for, and in a place like Gotham, most of these small characters would not be remembered and would not leave any traces in history.

But the only thing Joe Chell did in his life that would go down in history was to shoot Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne.

He created Batman.

Is it just a coincidence that the clown made him the first infected person, the original carrier of the virus? Of course not.

This fact only proves one thing - he knows it. He knows exactly who Batman is, and who everyone in the family is.

And now, he is coming at everyone, and no one can escape.

"Get out of here!" Director Gordon, who was knocked to the ground by his purple gloves, shouted like a man facing a desperate situation, "You can't you can't"

From under his bed, a clown in a formal suit that looked like he was going to a celebrity banquet half-crawled out and grinned at Gordon.

"Less, Jim." As he climbed out, he said, "I've got a lot of new material to try tonight!" Hahaha! ”

Gordon scrambled to pick up the gun that had fallen to the ground.

The clown doesn't care. He straightened up, straightened his clothes like a magician about to perform on stage, and said loudly: "New tricks, new tricks are good!" ”

"Smack", snap your fingers.

With this snap of his fingers, the curtain on the head of the bed spontaneously combusted. The flames spread instantly, forming a large fire, which was lit along with the lamp in front of the window, and quickly jumped to the floor.

In an instant, the entire room was in flames.

The clown raised his hands as if in flames, and shouted, "A little gasoline, a flint in your shoes, and a new appearance!" Hahaha! ”

The pale face in the raging flames erupted into a desperate laugh, as if the "pale man" who brought Gotham's first laugh, and even the most intense flame could not stifle the eternal laughter.

Gordon raised his gun and pointed it at the Joker's chest and abdomen.

"If you move again, I'll take you down, Joker!" He tried to hide the tremors in his hands by yelling, as well as the fear, but the effect was not obvious.

"Stop playing tricks or scaring people with any other ideas." He said, "What to pretend?" Do you feel special? No, you're just a mortal! And it's a mortal who is almost finished! ”

Gordon's pupils reflected flames, as well as a demon in the fire.

"You know what, maybe you're right, Director." The clown slowly pulled out an axe from under the bed and held it tightly in his hand, "Maybe this ~ once, it's not a joke at all~." ”

"Stop, don't move!" Gordon drank.

Ignoring him completely, the clown raised his axe and slammed the wooden table separating them in two. The lamp wire was cut through it, and the bulb shattered.

Beads of sweat oozed from the corners of Gordon's forehead.

"Haha." The clown continued to step forward and raised his axe again.

He had no choice.

Gunshots.

The bullet pierced the black tie and literally sank into the madman's chest. He let go feebly, the axe spun and fell to the ground, and the clown kept laughing and his eyes rolled and he fell down.

The Batfighter was less than a minute away from reaching its destination.

When Jim Gordon's interrupted communications came back online, Barbara hurriedly answered and asked, "Director Gordon?" What happened? ”

"I did it! He came at me, and I had no choice! I feel like I just did it! Gordon shouted excitedly, tears even oozing from the corners of his eyes.

"Wait, wait for Director Gordon," Barbara said, "what do you say you've done?" ”

"Joker." Gordon stood next to the clown, who was already breathless, and said, "He's finished, shot alive and dead." No magic, no rebirth. ”

"What!?" Barbara was startled, "You said you killed the Joker?" ”

"I know there's still little hope, hehe." Gordon leaned against the window, his back to the raging fire, his tone already eerie, "It seems like it's all on fire on my side." But at least he's dead. ”

When he said this, Gordon didn't look back.

But if he had turned back at this time, he would have seen that the madman, whose face was pale and his muscles were in a state of laughter, seemed to have come out of the flames. He stood up again, still smiling and revealing a pair of small eyes that looked like pearls and contained the most terrible content in the world.

There was a collision sound from the communicator in the plane that looked like something had landed.

Then, there was nothing left.

"Director Gordon! Director Gordon! Barbara shouted anxiously, but no one responded.

"Dad!"

There was no response.

At this point, the plane had finally arrived at its destination. Barbara anxiously opened the cockpit, unwrapped her cloak and jumped down, falling towards the burning house. (To be continued.) )