Barbara chased all the way along the track at full speed, with only one thought in her mind - never let this madman harm her family again, never!

At the end of the passage, the rail car came to a halt against a wall.

Seeing that there were only a few steps left to reach her father's side, Barbara slowed down. At this time, if you don't prepare a trap or something, it won't be a clown, so she raised her vigilance and approached slowly and tentatively step by step.

As expected.

From the dark shadows behind her, a figure pounced like a jackal, and a wooden baseball bat with an iron nail swept towards the back of Barbara's head.

Barbara, who had been on guard, bowed her head to avoid it, and the wind of the bat-wrapped gang wind caused half of the red hair exposed under her helmet to fly in the wind. She kicked her heart without looking back, kicking the sneak attack behind her far away.

Turning around and looking at it, she was surprised: "James!?" ”

Yes, the person who attacked her was none other than her own brother, James Gordon Jr. But now the skin on James' face was completely pale, with his thick black-rimmed glasses still on the bridge of his nose, and his lips were covered with blood-like lipstick, grinning like death.

"Hey dear old lady." He threw away the baseball bat, flashed a dagger, licked the surface of the knife with his tongue, and said.

The clown's voice seemed to sound from all directions at the same time: "Hahaha, what a 'warm' scene!" I just love this kind of family reunion moment, but I think the kind of reunion in the TV series where you cry and hug each other is too old-fashioned! Don't you think? So I chose to go off the beaten path in the script, do you like this development? ”

"Joker, you wait for me." Barbara gritted her teeth, "I'm going to pull your spine out!" ”

"Oops! That's terrible! The clown haha, "If you can get rid of that blade-wielding brother who wants to skin you alive first, okay!" Our questions can be discussed slowly! ”

Little James shouted, and a dagger swung in front of him to form a silver curtain of light, closing in on Barbara.

Her brother's ability in hand-to-hand combat is not as good as her, and now that his nervous system is sluggish due to the influence of the clown's toxin, his strength has decreased a lot, and Barbara is not too difficult to deal with him.

"Although I know that you are manipulated by the Joker, and your spirit is affected by his poison gas, James. But," Barbara dodged a punch from James Jr., his left hand on his knife-wielding right arm, "don't expect me to be sorry for this!" ”

The moment the words fell, her golden fist had already landed firmly on half of Little James's cheek. Half of Little James's pale face immediately swollen, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Hahaha! Wonderful! Wonderful! The clown shouted, "Well done, that's how the disobedient brother is going to teach him." So let's move on to the next part, let's assume that if you were surrounded by bombs with only about three seconds left in the countdown at this time, who would you abandon? Dear dad or evil biological brother? Well my bad, maybe the question is a little too simplistic. But anyway, I'm going to press it! ”

The surrounding darkness lit up with scarlet points of light at the same time, like demons hiding in the shadows and peeping.

Barbara felt her breath stagnate, and her heart almost stopped. Without the time to think about it, she lunged out as fast as she could, and almost instinctively threw herself into the railcar, using her body as a shield against Gordon, whose hands and feet were tied behind her back.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! ”

Four earth-shattering explosions sounded as if they were about to overturn the entire underground. A scorching wave of qi rushed out of the darkness, and eye-burning flames illuminated every dark corner. The irresistible impact flipped the railcar sideways to the ground, and Barbara felt the world spin around, her brain "buzzed", and her consciousness seemed to be shattered.

After a brief period of darkness in front of her eyes, her body slowly regained its balance.

The impact may have hurt her internal organs, but in addition to the multiple openings in her uniform, her body was scratched by shrapnel in many places, and her cloak was tattered. Her gloves cracked, revealing her thin fingers dripping with blood, and she struggled to her feet against the gravel.

Looking left and right, his younger brother James Jr. was crushed by a pile of rubble in the lower half of his body, but he was still alive.

Where did my father go?

The clown's voice shouted through the ruins: "Watch the back! ”

Barbara was startled, and reflexively turned around, only to see old Gordon holding the nailed baseball bat high, and a stick smashed mercilessly towards the back of Barbara's head.

"Bang!"

Although the helmet blocked a lot of impacts, his stick was really strong. Barbara, who was already having a concussion, immediately turned black after eating this blow and fell to the ground unconscious.

Gordon Sr. tossed the baseball bat aside, and quickly grew taller, deformed, and reverted to the appearance of a clay man.

"You're right, Joker." The mud-faced man smiled, "That's really interesting." ”

The last man on the team, Kassandra.

There are no carrion corpses, no laughing and crazy people, and no labyrinth of ridiculous haha mirrors waiting for her. Waiting for her in front of her, there was only one screen, hanging above the pipe, and the clarity was quite high.

The moment Kassandra saw what was on the screen, her pupils contracted in horror.

The black and white video was playing on the screen, and it had been quite a few years since I watched it. A pretty little girl in a long black dress - who looked to be no more than ten years old - kicked in the door and broke into the office of a gangster. The sturdy bodyguards drew their guns and stepped forward to try to stop the child, but these sturdy men were completely defenseless in front of the girl. Dodging bullets, counterattacking with precision, and vicious moves, no one can survive a single move under her hands.

"No!"

Kassandra shouted, and a dart shattered the screen.

The clown's voice rang out: "Hahaha! Who's that girl in the video? Heck, it can't be right in front of me, right? The earth is really small, don't you say? ”

Along the front of the pipe, more screens lit up, one more every ten steps or so. The footage looped on every screen until the girl cut the man's trachea behind the desk with a blank face, blood on her little hands.

"Guess what our invincible black bats are afraid of? What did you say? Black History? Hahaha! The Joker continued, "Oh think about it, your new friend must not know it yet, right? Guess what the Winged Knight would say when he saw the footage? kicked the little girl away and let her roll up and get out of the way? ”

Kassandra gritted her teeth, and in a trance in front of her, she fell to her knees with weak legs, gasping violently.

"Oh, maybe I forgot to explain. Lo and behold, Uncle J is really getting more and more forgetful day by day. The clown continued, "Maybe Uncle J had approached the kind Dr. Klein earlier to borrow some of his unique dread poison, and this thing has been tried and tested, isn't it?" (To be continued.) )