One minute.

The Gotham Water Treatment Plant was originally located far from the city center, and the Joker's calculation of the time was quite accurate, and both addresses were indeed about a minute away from the water treatment plant. Roy drove the batbike to its limit, galloping like a wild horse on the road.

He tried to connect with Barbara, but sure enough, the communication was broken. So he connected to the Batcave again.

"Mr. Green? Can I help you? Alfred's amiable voice came through the headphones.

Roy said: "Tell Bruce to go to the address I specified, there is a bomb that will explode in a minute and a group of police officers who are being taken hostage, time is pressing!" ”

"But, sir"

Before Alfred could say the next word, Roy hung up the communication, increased the throttle again, and sped away in a certain direction.

Of course, he knew that in a minute's time, even if he drove the Bat fighter from the Bat Cave, he might not be able to catch up. His notice can only be regarded as doing his best.

The moment the motorcycle stopped at its destination, it let out a low roar, as if sensing that its former owner was in danger in the warehouse in front of him. Roy quickly jumped out of the car and rushed to the front door, only to find that it was locked.

Instead of rushing to pick the lock, Roy activated the infrared imager first to observe the internal situation.

Barbara looked like she was sitting on something, in the middle of the warehouse. Although it only takes a dozen seconds to pick the lock, every second is incomparably precious now. So he chose another more convenient way.

A miniature spherical bomb was pulled out of his belt and thrown at the door lock, which blew it with a muffled sound. Roy kicked the door open and hurried inside.

Barbara was sitting in a chair in the center, her hands tied behind her back and her mouth taped. Seeing the Winged Knight rush in, she struggled to make a "uh-huh-hmm" sound from her throat, and it didn't sound like she was excited about escaping the disaster.

As Roy stepped forward, his rapidly rolling eyeballs quickly captured and analyzed the details of the environment, confirming that there were no traps that could be recklessly activated, and the most dangerous thing he observed was the bomb directly opposite Barbara with ten seconds left.

Pulling out the batrang, she quickly cut the ropes that bound her. Roy wrapped his left hand around her slender waist and shot a zipline with the other, pulling the two off the ground and rushing towards the skylight on the ceiling.

"Boom!"

The flames almost chased the feet of the two men, breaking through the skylight, and Roy rolled with Barbara in his arms, avoiding the flames that shot out of the window. The ceiling beneath them shook wildly, as if it was going to collapse at any moment.

It's dangerous and dangerous, but it's kind of catching up.

Barbara ripped off the tape from her mouth and said eagerly, "Is what the clown said true?" You traded so many police lives for me? ”

"I told Bruce the address of the cops, and he should have rushed over. But," Royce paused, "yes." ”

Barbara gave an angry look: "No, no, it's not right, how can you know how many lives that are?" Do you think I'll be happy to be alive with so many lives? ”

"No, I don't think so." Roy said calmly.

"What about you"

"So I didn't ask you to thank me for your life." Roy said lightly, "Who to save, this is my decision, I don't need you to dictate my decision." You are willing to thank me, that's your business; But if you resent me for that, it doesn't matter. I said I was willing to start trying to make the city better, but I never said I wanted to be a righteous hero. ”

He stood up and said, "The police will be there soon, and they will send you back soon." Now, I'm going back and looking for the Joker. If there's anything we can talk about, we'll go back and talk about it. ”

With that, he jumped off the roof, stepped onto the locomotive and walked away.

When he rushed back to the water filtration plant, Roy didn't really have much hope in his heart. I don't know what method will be used, but for the Joker, a multi-ball beast rope should not be able to break free for so long.

Surprisingly, the clown was still there, lying straight on the ground, tied to a multi-ball rope, grinning with big white teeth, and watching Roy return with playful black pearl-like pupils.

He whistled: "I knew you wouldn't forget me, and you would definitely come back." ”

Roy asked coldly, "Why don't you leave?" ”

"Why? Of course, it's because I want to see your current expression, hahahaha."

"Then you're satisfied now." Roy said, lifting him up, "Let's go to the asylum and continue laughing." ”

The clown's impenetrable eyes stared at him, and the corners of his mouth maintained the same smile as before, but it seemed to reveal a hint of conspiracy.

The clown really got caught.

He was imprisoned in Arkham Asylum and placed in a bulletproof alloy cell specially prepared for him, where he was bound up in a special bed.

But Roy always felt that something was wrong.

He could have slipped away again, but he chose to stay. Was it really as he said, he just stayed to see Roy's expression?

However, when discussing this issue, most people will answer "He is a madman, and you can't use ordinary people's logic to judge him", right?

But Roy just felt that something was wrong.

In any case, the Joker is now in Arkham Asylum, and the case is over.

The good news is that the police were not killed. Before Batman was notified by Roy, he had already found the location of the bomb and the police officers by locating the heat source. He promptly dropped the antidote to the gas-made clown poison, detoxified all the poisoned police officers, and evacuated everyone at the last moment. Thankfully, there were no casualties.

After a busy night, Roy finally dragged his tired steps back to the apartment. Unexpectedly, Barbara seems to have been waiting for him in the living room.

Since Barbara was so unhappy with him just now, it was quite surprising that she had been waiting here since she returned.

"That," she said with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry. I may have been a little too harsh just now. ”

Roy was stunned.

"Well, I'm grateful that you chose to save me. I just overlooked that it must be hard for you to make such a choice. I was a bit selfish when I just said that, so"

She took two deep breaths, and her words seemed to be messed up for a moment.

"Anyway, thank you very much!" "And I'm glad no one had an accident," she said. ”

Without waiting for Roy to reply, she turned the direction of her wheelchair and drove towards her bedroom.

"Good night." She said, closing the bedroom door.