In the murky water, a clown in a pale-skinned tight black swimsuit swims like a water snake. He wears a pair of swimming goggles with green-rimmed black lenses, a black swimming cap on his head, and his facial muscles still smile.

He carried a purple backpack on his back and swam forward with his arms across the water.

In the Bat Cave, in the Batboat Waterway.

A streak of blood floated from beneath the water's surface, followed by a playing card with a laughing king. The clown came out of the water, and the corners of his mouth on the left half of his pale face were blurred with blood, and half of his lips were gone, revealing his blood-soaked gums, but he was still smiling to himself.

Batman has asserted that absolutely no human can go against the rushing water through a tunnel into the Batcave, not even the Joker. But now, the Joker really did just that, literally standing in the Batcave.

"Hahaha! It's really a climax today! ”

The clown laughed maniacally and climbed ashore, and water flowed down from him like a waterfall.

He wandered leisurely in the bat cave. In the display area, there is a 1:1 green-skinned dinosaur fixed to a shelf, and the clown circles around it twice and greets the big guy.

Then he found on the other side a replica of the playing card he had left in the Batcave, with the king on it smiling at him. On one side of the card was a glass display case on the table, in which lay a red hood.

In the year of the calamities that the people of Gotham called "Year Zero", an unidentified guy wearing this hat was cornered by Batman and fell into the chemistry pool of the ACE chemical plant. A month later, Gotham had the Joker's first prank.

"Wow, you still have it." The clown said, "I'm so impressed. ”

"Bang!"

The loud gunshots and ****** fire pierced the clown's entire body from behind without warning, shattering the display case in front of him. A large amount of blood splattered out along with the glass shards, splashing onto the walls.

Alfred stood a short distance behind him with his ****** in his hand, and a smoking shell fell to the ground.

"You're not welcome here!" He drank.

But the clown then disappeared into the shadow of the cave and disappeared.

"Get out, coward!" Alfred yelled.

"Oh, it's Ah Fu, loyal right-hand man, hahaha" The clown's voice came out of the shadows, "I remember you, especially the Rigoletto you played in King Lear, it's amazing!" You know? I know the most about the courtiers, haha! ”

"So naturally, one of the things that everyone likes most about Rister is that he is actually very hypocritical in his heart, am I right?" "I mean, he seems so loyal, but as soon as old King Lear's life starts to take a turn for the worse, he's gone!" The third act of scene six, with a bang, is gone! ”

"Shut up!" Cold sweat was already oozing from Alfred's forehead, trying to raise his voice to hide his uneasiness.

"Hide under the stage, huddle in the corner." The clown said, "It's always so safe, you say, right?" But for me, Rigoletto has never been anyone's right-hand man, but only himself."

A silver glow streaked out of the darkness.

Alfred froze.

His nerves didn't immediately alert him to what had happened, he only felt an inexplicable lightness in his hand holding the gun, and blood shot out like a spring, as if he couldn't feel anything.

It was only when the pain hit him that he reacted – he could have lost his right hand forever.

"But on second thought," Alfred knelt down in agony, and the clown finally came out of the shadows, with warm blood still dripping from the knife in his hand, "and what do I know about drama?" Sure enough, I should still face the reality hahahahaha! ”

The home of Dr. Paul De.

"Whatever the Joker said to you, Deco!" Batman snapped, "That's not true! He makes you believe that he is a 'pale man', but he is not! He's just a madman - an evil madman, just playing some weird tricks and tricks, and this time is no exception! ”

"You're wrong, Batman." Deco stubbornly said as he approached, "Want to know a secret, Batman?" For a long time, I thought you were one of them. I thought you were the demon of Barbato older than Gotham, and you can't imagine how much time and effort I spent proving that you were the immortal demon. But as a result, it was very regrettable"

With that, he had already gone behind the wooden box where Batman was hiding and pulled the trigger.

"You're just a mortal!"

's bullets burst out, shooting the crate into a sieve.

Then he realized that it was empty.

From the darkness behind him, two shadows, Batman and Robin, burst out, fists striking him in the face, one left and one right.

Batman lifted him up with his nightgown in one hand and shouted, "You made the reverse version of that damn virus!" Look out the window for yourself, what did your virus lead to!? Millions of people are dying! ”

Deco glanced out the window, and his eyeballs reflected a Gotham city shrouded in thick smoke that seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"Where did you put it!?" Batman shouted, "Where!?" ”

Deco snorted, "You guessed wrong, Batman." I've worked out an antidote, and it's in this room, but it's only for a temporary time. I didn't even make anything close to the effect! The 'Bacchus factor', the 'Dionysian factor' that I used to synthesize viruses, was taken directly from the spine of the clown's body. ”

"You're lying!" Batman shouted, "I've tested the Joker's blood sample a dozen times and there are no problems!" He's just an ordinary human being, and there's nothing mysterious about it! ”

"No, you don't understand." "It only works when it's catastrophically damaged, and other times you won't see it with any known technology." The 'Dionysian Factor' is basically completely invisible in the host's body! ”

"And if that's the case, where did the Joker get this? Tell me! ”

"As a bat, your hearing is really bad, huh?" Deco sarcastically said, "It's long gone, it's gone for hundreds of years!" Now, you can only find it in his body, because he is one of them! Haven't you always wondered why you can't reveal the true identity of the Joker? Well? That's the truth! He is the Bacchus of Gotham! After all, Dionysus was also the god of madness and tragedy. Hell, the word 'tragedy' means 'song of the goats' in ancient Greek, referring to the cries of the goats that were slaughtered during the sacrifice to him! Don't you understand? The whole of Gotham is a sacrifice! Welcome to Dionysian Mardi Gras, Batman! ”

Damian punched him in the head, knocking him unconscious.

"He talks too much." "Now, what do we do?" (To be continued.) )