"Wake up, wake up little bat"

The familiar, yet hateful, sound sounded like it was coming from the sky, and Batman felt as if he had been dragged out of the water, forced to regain consciousness.

The first thing that caught my eye was Harley Quinn's wide-eyed curiosity. She was cautiously reaching for Batman's mask, as if to get a glimpse of Batman.

"Hallie!"

Just as her fingertips were about to touch Batman's mask, the Joker stopped her.

"But Mr. J, I really want to know what he looks like under his mask." Hallie said in a tone that bordered on coquettishness.

"Does that make any sense?" The clown asked rhetorically, "No one is the same, my dear." You're just going to spoil the fun! ”

Batman had largely regained consciousness by this time. He was being strapped to the wheelchair in which the clown was sitting, and as if to be on the safe side, the clown had three or five loops of thick rope tied to his hand, making it difficult for him to move.

"Is this all a lie?" Batman asked, "So these are all the lies you've been making up all along?" In fact, you're not sick at all? ”

"Haha, my old friend, I'm glad you said that. But you should know best" As he spoke, he had already stepped out of the shadows and approached Batman, "I'm really sick"

Batman could clearly see that a large number of red blood blisters had appeared on his face as white as snow, as if the white wall paint had aged and peeled off. You don't need any very professional medical knowledge, and it's not difficult to see that the clown is really sick at this time.

"Take my blood as an example!" The clown pulled out a small vial of blood from behind him and pointed at the vial containing the red liquid as if a chemist was proudly displaying his results, "I wish someone could um, this thing is killing me!" Hahaha"

As always, I couldn't find a joke to laugh at, but this guy seemed to really feel that he was about to hang up What a big joke, and he laughed so hard that his whole body twitched.

Batman asked indifferently, "Why should I care about this?" ”

"Oh~ bat, don't be so indifferent, I know that although you say so, you still care about me in your heart." The clown said, his tone changing, "Anyway, it's your problem now." Because, now the little part of my body is also in you, bat! Hahaha! ”

Only then did Batman notice that the bag on the side of the wheelchair that was originally used for the Joker's drips was now filled with bright red blood and was being injected into his body.

He gritted his teeth slightly.

"Oh, please! Don't tell me it's not what you've been expecting! The clown approached him and said, "Listen, we're running out of time." I need your help. I was already on the verge of getting the antidote—close at hand! But it was taken away. ”

"Then we'll have to die together." Batman's voice didn't waver, "I can accept that." ”

"Really?" The Joker made an exaggerated spin, "Imagine that when you take your last breath, you will know in your heart that the whole of Gotham City will have the same fate!" Hahaha! ”

"What are you talking about?" Batman snapped.

"Oh? Did I forget to say it? The clown laughed, "It took me weeks to get my blood samples to be sent to emergency rooms all over the city."

"So that's Protocol Ten." Batman said, "Poisoning Gotham City? I thought you'd come up with something new. ”

"Protocol Ten?"

The moment the clown heard the word, his whole body shook like an electric shock, and he made a frightened expression.

"Never heard of it."

After telling a bad joke, he leaned into Batman's ear and said, "Hold on." ”

Then, he kicked the wheelchair violently, and the entire wheelchair immediately accelerated through the window on the second floor, and fell with a "bang".

Arkham City, early morning.

Roy wore a peaked cap and an old jacket that looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks, and smelled like everyone in the area.

After a long night's work, Roy disguised himself and found a temporary shelter in the residential area.

He chased after Barbara, who had been plundered into Arkham City, but so far he has not found any clues about her. However, new developments have been made in the investigation of Hugo Stevich.

Just last night, he infiltrated Stevich's chamber with Catwoman. Unfortunately, Barbara wasn't there, but they found Catwoman's property and brought the rare plant back to Poison Ivy.

On top of that, they also discovered that Stevich continued to supply weapons to the two major forces in Arkham City, the Snake Penguins and the Joker.

Even if he knew that Stevich was planning something in Arkham City, Roy did not expect that he would provide arms to the criminals who were being held inside. It looked as if he wanted the criminals in this city to fight as fiercely as possible.

Does this have anything to do with Protocol Ten?

Sometimes, to get the full picture of a city, it's necessary to start at the bottom of the city, even in Arkham City. So Roy spent a lot of time getting acquainted with the other inhabitants of the area, and perhaps heard some valuable rumors or something else from their mouths.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on his door.

The scruffy man standing outside the door was named Lilos, and he lived on the lower floor. Like many people living nearby, they are just ******, and they are all the types of people and animals who are harmless, unlike those dangerous people. Imprisoning such a guy in Arkham City is simply the stupidest part of this stupid idea.

"What's the matter?" Roy asked.

"Yes." Tired and worried, Lilos said, "I heard them say you're a detective. ”

"It used to be," Roy said, "now like you, just prisoners." ”

"I want you to do me a favor." "My friend has been missing for two days. You know, in a place like Arkham City, that means maybe I can already hold a moment of silence for him. But I'm really worried about him, can you help find him? ”

Roy sighed and rubbed his eyes.

It's enough of a headache to find Barbara, and I still don't have a clue. And now you have to go to a nobody's ******?

"I'm sorry," Roy resigned, "but I've been really" lately."

"Please," Lilos pleaded, "I really don't have anyone to ask for anymore. Please"

Roy stared straight at him for a moment, and Barbara's voice sounded in his ears.

"If you can do it, you should do more." She said so.

Roy sighed softly.

"Okay, okay." He said, "Tell me, what's your friend's name?" (To be continued.) )