This is the end of Mitchell LaVine's case of pretending to be a clown. His final confession in the interrogation room also clarifies what role the Joker played in the incident.

He was actually a very intelligent child, and he used to have a bright future. It wasn't until his father was imprisoned for murder that everyone around him, even the teachers, looked at him as a "murderer's child", and in this situation he himself began to flaunt himself once and for all. Later, he was dropped out of school, mixed with some indiscriminate people, and regarded the clown as his lifelong idol.

One day not long ago, it was his idol himself who completely changed his life. Just like a star-chaser who encounters a star on the street, he was so excited that he recognized the clown in a trench coat and a top hat on the streets of the slums. He did not hesitate to chase after him, expressing his admiration and intention to follow. And the Joker, according to Mitchell's confession in the interrogation room, said, "It's exciting to meet fans, and it's even more touching to know how deeply rooted you are." You've given me a great idea, and it's going to be more exciting than ever! ”

Later, the Joker provided him with weapons, guns, and pushed behind Mitchell, who was already mentally on the edge of a certain line, causing him to fall completely into his dark side. Next, it's time to be tracked and arrested by the Winged Knights.

"But why did the clown provide this child with guns and ammunition and other weapons?" Roy sat in his armchair, holding his chin and muttering to himself, "Is there any benefit or pleasure he can get out of it?" ”

Barbara looked at the news on TV and said casually, "You will be able to dwell on this kind of problem endlessly." The Joker doesn't need a reason to do anything, and sometimes you can't even guess what he can find in it. ”

Roy pondered for a few seconds and said, "I still think it's not going to be that simple for the Joker to say, 'A really good idea, it's more exciting than ever.'" My instincts tell me that this is not the end of the story. ”

"Then just sit back and wait for our detective to get to the bottom of it."

Barbara opened her notebook, skimmed through it for a moment, and exclaimed, "Wow! Your popularity is growing pretty fast! ”

"What's that?"

Barbara said: "I launched a survey on the topic of 'popularity survey of the new vigilante winged knights' when I had nothing to do in my spare time for the past two days. And guess what? ”

Roy rolled his eyes, "Not interested." ”

Barbara didn't seem to hear it: "It's inevitable that they're arguing hotly, and Gotham's voices for us and against us are already arguing endlessly every year." But it's still not hard to see that everyone is quite surprised by this newcomer. Anyway, you've only been debuting for a month, and it's amazing to get so much attention. ”

"You know I'm not doing this to hear sycophants." Roy said lightly, "It's not a good thing to be famous as a detective, it's like a chain that binds your hands and feet. ”

"But we're talking about the Winged Knight, not Roy Green," Barbara said after a pause, then sighed, "Alright, well, I know you don't care." All said and done, I'm just passing the time. ”

At this moment, the picture on the TV suddenly bloomed, just like the old TV used to be when the signal was not received.

"What?"

Barbara choked at this question, because the face she would never dream of hating had already appeared on the screen, the frighteningly white, ever-oozing clown smile, with a face of infinite madness in its black pupils.

"Hahahaha"

Before the picture was fully clear, the sound of maniacal laughter reached every house through the television set, making all the citizens who heard it tremble as if the devil had knocked on their door.

The clown, dressed in his favorite purple suit, sits like a regular newscaster, with a funny clown-headed microphone in front of him.

"Hello everyone! Did you all miss me? Oh, no need to answer, I know you're going to want to kill me. I don't know? That's pretty easy, because I want to kill you too! ”

There was a thunderous clapping sound on the TV. The clown raised his hands and made a gesture to silence his voice, and the applause literally seemed to have stopped at his command.

"I'm glad I was so loved by the masses, and I would say that it's the best home! Gotham is my home, and it's home to all of you, and I love this city! What the? Do you want to know what I like about it? Oh my God, does this need to be said? Can you find a place with a more humorous sense than Gotham? Or can you find any other city with bats flying around in the middle of the night? Ha ha! That's my favorite part! ”

Immediately, a look of frustration appeared on his smiling face, making people wonder if it was a delusion.

"However, I have just heard sad news. Oh, poor Michael Laven, what a potential, a good seedling."

He suddenly put on a serious face: "Do you often feel that life is like a dream?" The pressure that has only increased since birth, the endless troubles, and always refuses to let you go even for a second? Don't feel it? Well, then listen to Dr. J, you're really crazy.

What the! Do you think I'm supposed to be the crazy one? No, no, no, then you couldn't be more wrong. Believe me, no one understands your struggles better than I do. Did you know? Once upon a time, I was one of you, and I was so miserable that I even wanted to escape everything by suicide. But you see, I'm doing well now! Better than all of you! Haha, because I found the truth!

It turns out that it wasn't your hallucination. The so-called life you live is just a dream. When you wake up the day, you'll be amazed to find, oops! How stupid I must have to be to dwell over such a bunch of trivial things! And when you wake up from your dream and really face life, you will find that life is simply full of surprises!

Unbelief? Then look at me, I'm the best proof. ”

The camera approaches the clown and gives him a close-up of his pale face.

He grinned, returning to his usual, clown-like exaggerated grin.

"Now, I'm not smiling all the time hahahahaha"

The laughter continued, and the voice drowned out one after another, becoming more and more ferocious like a wave.

Eventually, when he finally stopped laughing maniacally, he said, "So, all those who agree with me, do it!" ”

He showed a sharp knife and put it to his bright red and terrifying mouth: "Let's carve a smile on every face forever hahahahaha"

In the midst of horrible laughter, the signal is interrupted, and the picture finally returns to normal.

But from this moment on, Gotham loses its "normality".