The clown is dead.

No, it's not exactly news, so far. It's just that rumors are circulating all over Arkham City. Some were delighted, but many others, led by Harley Quinn, were heartbroken.

After dawn, the news will fly out of the walls and spread throughout the walls. At that point, there will inevitably be even greater riots. The lost who worship the clown, idols him, and even spiritual leaders are sure to stir up yet another commotion, bringing chaos and turning an already chaotic city upside down.

Looks like the vigilantes have more to do tomorrow.

But is he really dead?

As far as Batman, who was standing at the scene and witnessing, he couldn't believe it.

Of course, some things are already certain - the Titan Venom is corrupting the Joker's blood, and it has been a long time since Batman's examination of his blood sample has been able to determine that he will not live to dawn for the longest time.

Theoretically, people can be deceived, but science cannot. He's going to die, that's a sure thing.

However, this one is a clown. He teased everything, he made everyone's life, including himself, feel like a joke. How can anyone assume that he can't be teased along with death?

Maybe it's just one of his many jokes?

Batman jumped from the Joker's planted window and searched carefully - but found nothing. He wasn't hanging on an outstretched branch, he wasn't climbing up the edge of a rock. Nothing, except for the playing card, the King Playing Card with a mocking laugh on it.

Batman silently accepted the card.

Even now, does the clown still refuse to stop laughing?

Batman sits back inside the Batmobile and connects to the communication channel.

"Sir? What happened? Alfred asked, "Did the meeting with the Joker go well?" ”

"Nope." Batman said, "I don't want to talk about it now, Alfred. But I'll go back to the cave now, and wait for me. ”

With that, he blocked the communication channel and started the motor. The Batmobile let out a high-pitched roar, its tail erupting with dazzling flames, and the entire vehicle sped out like an arrow from a string as he slammed the pedals under his feet.

Sitting in the car, thinking for a long time, he called up the message that he had directly blocked in the communication channel left by the clown.

"You've got a missed call—"

After the busy tone, the clown's vivid and sharp voice came out of the recording: "Hey! Bat! You okay! Oh, let me think about it, now you have my mutated poisonous blood in your body, so it's definitely not much better haha! My bad! I can't believe I didn't think of this idea until now - to open a through line for my best friend in the world! Hahaha! Now I can call you whenever I'm bored, and see how close we are! In the next step, maybe we can exchange emails, and then go to the movies together hahaha! ”

"You've got a missed call—"

"It's been six months since you were last on the roof of Arkham Asylum! While I waited for my wound to heal, I had a lot of time to think: How can I keep my secret in front of the world's greatest detective? Well? You know? It's simple, just stick under his nose, hide under his pointed nose, and wait! Hahaha! ”

"You've got a missed call—"

"You haven't been answering my calls, I hope it's because you're desperately trying to find an antidote, bat. Because I had a foreboding feeling in my heart that we would die together in Arkham City today. Fortunately, the scales of victory have tipped in my favor. But imagine how you would feel if I were really gone. You're lonely enough, right? You're always gloomy because you come home every morning and can't find someone who really understands, right? Oh, I'm not referring to the cloaked imp who jumps around you on the roof, I mean someone who really understands you and can talk to you face-to-face? No? Well? I think so. The lonely and pathetic Dark Knight, who gave everything to Gotham, and the only person you can rely on in the end is me. ”

"You've got a missed call—"

"I'm not sure, cough cough, you received my message earlier, cough cough, I really want to hear you call back, cough cough, you know, it's not good that tonight, we won't have a chance to try to break each other's necks with all our might, right?"

"You've got a missed call—"

"You're going to drive me crazy! Bat! I've been calling you all night, but you won't answer any of them. Well, straight to the point, who do I need to kill to get you to answer the phone? ”

"You've got a missed call—"

"Okay, okay, I'll admit, those guys down the tower are my people, and I guess if you get it, they should know about the arms, sorry I was wrong, those guns were given to me by that old dog of Stevich! Look, I've told you so much, can you just answer the phone? ”

"You've got a missed call—"

"Oh, maybe you didn't get those fools. You shouldn't have heard the news about the gun just now! Delete it! ”

"You've got a missed call—"

"How do you feel now? Bat? You know, I was just a little hallucinating, and I'm guessing you're probably in a similar situation. Haha, do you feel that the things in front of you can't tell the real from the fake? Maybe if I'm lucky, you'll go crazy with me this time! Oh, please don't deny it, you and I both know what the Dark Knight will look like. Either you're going to drive yourself crazy and become just like me; Either one day, we'll all die together, maybe tonight. Doesn't that sound like a little bit of anticipation? Hahaha! ”

That's the end of the voicemail.

The Batmobile passed through a long, dark and narrow passageway, through several security doors that were disguised in various optical camouflages, and finally stopped at a parking space in the Batcave.

He jumped out of the car, silently took off his helmet and cloak, and threw it aside.

Alfred noticed his strange situation and asked, "What happened?" Master? Is the Joker dead? ”

"Hopefully, Alfred." Bruce said, walking towards the exit to the manor without pause, "But I don't know. (To be continued.) )