And anyway, the clown has once again fallen into the rhythm of Xingle, and this time, can his crazy nature give him another clarity? I'm skeptical.

"You mean... My Batboy will dress up like you say and have dinner with you? ”

"No, I mean, I'll have dinner with 'your batboy', a sauna, a hot spring together, a bedtime gym together, together."

"......" Damian didn't know what was going on in the Joker's head, but looking at his dull expression, Xingle's blindness, it definitely aroused the delusion of a certain 'brainless fan', and he said extremely ... Can arouse the feelings of the clown.

Too... Dare.

"You're..."

"Is there any evidence?"

A calm sentence blocked the clown's mouth, obviously in the past, he would definitely be able to refute this sentence, but... At this moment, it was as if something was blocking my mind and I couldn't say it.

“... Okay, I think you're jealous of me, I'll see if you're willing to add more than one seat to Batman. ”

"Are you serious?!"

"No, I'm joking you, joker jokes, you really think Batman would invite you, a clown who insults suit style, to dinner, you're not funny."

Xingle said this, and his fingers tapped on the phone again, but he seemed to really type...

'Hey! Batman, the Joker asks me if I can attend the Catch Party, what do you say? ’

————！ Soon, the guy over there has replied... Oh, no.

Xingle's face suddenly turned bad, because those words... Something hurts.

"What? What did Batboy say? The clown watched Xingle's expression change suddenly, and he felt that there was an invisible malice that was attacking him.

"Uh..."

"Show me !!" Just when Xingle was thinking about whether to show this to the Joker, the Joker patted the glass in front of him, asking Xingle to show him what the reply was.

"Uh... All right. ”

After Xingle was embarrassed, he put his phone on the glass and showed it to the clown, and the content of that sentence was...

Joker, who is it?

A text bubble with such content appeared below Xingle's text bubble, and looking at such content, the clown's heart hurt for no reason, and his reason was telling him that this was fake, this was Han Xingle deceiving himself with a fake thing, but... Why do your eye sockets seem to be overflowing?

"He... He... Batboy he won't..."

"Afterwards, a man can use a cigarette to forget all the memories of the other party, and it is normal not to remember."

————！ The sound of a knife stabbing into something again, the pain of this mending knife almost makes people gasp when they hear it, damn it, you are too good at talking.

The clown forced his smiling face, but... There is no horror in the past, only a kind of reluctance that is pitiful when you see it.

“... Do you really think he's going to forget about me? Forget about me? ”

How does it sound like an idol romance drama, Batman behind the camera has this inexplicable feeling, or even worse, he has the possibility of a social death that he will be skinned and torn apart by Xingle next.

Back over there...

"Hmm... Let me make a description of this simulation scenario. ”

Here comes Xingle again, once again began to describe his own scenes, relying on the imagination of the description, and finally generated the ultimate hypnosis that the clowns are amazed by:

"According to your modus operandi, you will commit an extremely large and dangerous criminal operation, I am not wrong."

"It also has to be funny, Uncle Clown will never fall to the level of an ordinary criminal."

“... Well, as you say, 'comical' mega-crime activity, then I'll give you a big bomb 'in the nuclear reactor, put a bomb that can blow up Gotham City, as a threat to the Gotham City government' story background? ”

"This can be there."

"But you know, as always, Batman broke into the situation and wanted to stop you, he didn't have any surprises or suspense to stop you from leaving, and at this time, the bomb was about to explode, what would you do?"

After Xingle simulated the background of this story, he returned the power to speak to the clown, on the one hand, it was to give him a sense of substitution, and on the other hand, if the clown did not enter it, it would not be effective, so... Xingle needs the clown to cooperate with himself, so that he can really... Achieve the effect that Xingle wants for itself.

Xingle waited for the Joker's reaction, and the Joker also constructed such a scene in his mind, the batboy who pulled himself with a cable and didn't let himself leave in the midst of the explosion and crisis.

"I'd probably say that... You forgot one important thing, who is going to defuse the bomb? Someone has to go, Batboy, and either save the city or catch your worst enemy. ”

Well, now that the Joker has entered that scene, he has brought himself into that possible scene, not only him, but also Batman behind the pinhole camera, and he has also begun to substitute his own character into it to see if it is very real.

Only this time, it's not himself who plays the role of Batman, but... Han Xingle.

"Well, yes, you do say that, but do you know what Batman would say?"

After Xing Le's rhetorical question, in everyone's eyes, his expression began to become bitter and hateful, cold and lonely, tall and dark, as if... Batman.

"That's what he'll tell you... What did you just say? ”

"What... You can't have it both ways. "The clown felt a little wrong, but he picked up the sentence, but no...

"No, last sentence."

“... Either save the city or capture your worst enemy? ”

"You think you're my worst enemy?"

A rhetorical question made the corner of the clown's eyes twitch, but he still said:

"Of course! You're so obsessed with me! ”

"No, I didn't."

"You have."

"I didn't."

"You've got !! Who else but me can push you to this point! ”

"Bane."

"No, he can't."

"Superman."

"Superman is not a criminal!"

"Then as far as I can see, I don't have any specific enemies, and I have more than one or two opponents in front of me."

Well, this scene is gradually getting weird, now Xingle plays the role of Batman and talks to the Joker, and after showing the scene and urgency he set, this scene looks so déjà vu, that is, Batman feels as if this scene has happened somewhere, and what's even more powerful is that Xingle plays himself, and Batman actually has no sense of disobedience at all.

I'm the deity... Batman is a little self-doubting.

And this conversation... Still inexplicably continuing:

"What?!"

"I like to fight in groups."

"Okay, I'm okay with you fighting other people, as long as you're happy, but, the relationship between the two of us is not the same, so if someone asks you who your number one opponent is, you have to say..."

"Superman." It hurts to slap your face.

"Do you really think that there is nothing special about our relationship?!" Broken defenses.

“... Wow, let me tell you, you ugly duckling (***ird), I, Batman, have nothing to do with it. ”

"What!?"

"In my life, I don't have anything to do with anyone."

"Without 'us,' Batman and the Joker have nothing to do with each other."

"I don't need you, and I don't need anyone... You've treated me with ... It doesn't make any sense... The same goes for everyone else. ”

At this moment, tears welled up in the clown's eyes, sadness and pain, obviously the boy in front of him was just acting, but it felt as if the real Batman was talking to himself, the real Batman, saying something like that to himself.

My heart, really, hurts.

"After saying that... Batman loosens the rope that holds you and lets you go, while he goes to the bomb site alone to save the city. ”

Xingle said this, and the simulated storyline was over, and he looked at the clown's appearance, looking at his somewhat lost soul, which made him wonder what he would think of in such a simulation...

And Batman on the other side of the pinhole camera, the corners of his eyes can't be suppressed twitching, if you want to say why... Xingle plays himself really alike, is it really similar, didn't you see that the clown was also recruited?

But the question is... That's the fucking self who hasn't gotten out of the state of secondary illness before he adopted Dick!

The most absolute thing is that if it were really me at that time, I would 1000% say such things to the Joker, and before Dick, I would indeed say such things, but... Now, as a father, I won't say such things anymore.

Batman doesn't know whether to rush in and beat up this stinky boy who is angry about his black history, but there is one thing, Batman must praise Xingle.

He actually let the clown mess up his own practices in one go, and... It's going on...

In the glass box, he shed tears, and shed a question he had always had, what was he to Batman.

“... How could I not mean anything to him? ”

"Then you think Batman wouldn't say that? He won't do that, to you? ”

This question, Xingle asked back in a very confusing way, and the others were stunned for a while.

“......”

This question, the clown can't answer, himself... Can I say it myself... If it was the real Batman, wouldn't he say such things to himself?

"He... Batboy... He... Batboy..."

As if broken, the clown lowered his head, as a kind of broken repeater, stuck in a kind of dead cycle of thoughts.

And Xingle began to add pounds.

"Joker, now I want you to answer me, Batman, will he say that to you?"

"He... Batboy him..."

"Answer Me !!!!"

——————！！！ A loud slap of the glass box directly shook the clown inside, and when he couldn't sit steadily, the clown fell directly backwards and fell to the ground, and at this moment his mentality began to change...

And Xingle is beginning to have the dawn of victory......