The clown now feels that he is very, very, very aggrieved.

Why did this woman die when she hadn't done anything yet?

He just wanted to find a handy surgical instrument in the tray, but he didn't look at it, and a syringe was inserted into her neck.

Frightened, he quickly pulled it out, but he had no way to recover.

The syringe was now empty, and the tube of unknown fluid had been injected into Rachel's body.

The deadly toxin took effect, and purple-black veins peeked out of her skin, making her look a little hideous.

The clown thumped his chest and felt remorseful when he saw this, in fact, he had just noticed the mechanical arm fixed to the side of the hospital bed, and the syringe installed on it.

The reason for rummaging through the tray is to find the remote control that controls it.

But who knows, the remote control is actually in the hands of this woman.

"It's really boring, you're committing suicide, and it has nothing to do with me." The villain spoke impatiently at the corpse while casually throwing the syringe to the ground.

The sound of glass shattering sounded, along with a rush of footsteps.

"Huh?" The clown sensed that something was wrong and immediately turned to look at the door.

Batman's black figure suddenly appeared, shouted his name, and rushed over with his fist.

"I didn't do it, you listen to me!" The clown feels that the old rival who has always loved and killed each other is obviously a little wrong today, and it is not only the woman in the bed that is responsible.

So, he hurriedly pulled it back, trying to dodge the upcoming attack.

And Bruce, who didn't intend to have the slightest communication with this villain, should have been exhausted, but now he couldn't see a trace of fatigue, his movements were agile and fast, and his attacks were heavy and brutal.

The calm Batman of the past disappeared at this moment, and his red eyes flashed, which was a madness that even the Joker feared.

The fear gas took effect in his body, and the past events he was most reluctant to recall flooded into his mind one by one.

In a trance, Bruce saw Director Gordon's miserable appearance before he died; saw Harvey, who was forced to put his hand into the pool of strong acid and was disfigured; I also saw the woman he loved deeply smiling at him with a purple and blue face.

Countless dead Gotham police officers emerge from the ground, grab him by the foot, and question Bruce why he didn't save them.

The last vestiges of sanity told him that everything in front of him was an illusion.

But the monstrous anger completely ignited his killing intent.

I saw that Batman punched the clown in the face, and before the other party could get up from the ground, he directly picked it up and beat him violently.

Every move goes straight to the façade, and every blow is full of hatred.

The whirring fists are cathartic on the clown, eager to peel and cramp.

Bruce, who went crazy, had long since lost his weight in his hands, and his oath not to kill was completely drowned in the depths of his mind by hatred.

The Joker, who was not known for his martial arts, was beaten and had no power to fight back, and he also knew at this time that Batman would beat him to death here.

Although he is unwilling, he can't do anything, maybe this is his fate.

However, the thought of breaking Batman's biggest oath before he died, the Joker couldn't help but have a smug smile on his face.

His smile was interpreted by Bruce as a mockery.

His pale and disgusting face, two twisted worm-like scars around his mouth, and a messy head of green hair.

Every point stimulated Bruce, and he pressed his opponent under him, and the strength of his hands became heavier and heavier.

After a full five minutes, the mad Batman finally stopped.

He gasped and stood up from his opponent, the iron fists that had saved countless people dyed red and dripping blood.

And the clown has been dead for a long time, his flesh and blood are blurred, and his facial features are badly deformed, like mud, soaked in blood.

Just then, the smoke alarm on the ceiling suddenly beeped a shrill chirp.

The automatic fire sprinklers were activated, and immediately and continuously sprayed water mist in all directions, instantly completely drenching the room.

The cold water finally extinguished the anger in Batman's heart, and the effect of the fear gas began to wane.

He looked at the unrecognizable corpses on the ground and realized what he had just done.

But Bruce didn't have the strength to feel sorry for himself now, so he staggered to the hospital bed, wrapped Rachel in the black cloak behind him, and walked out the door with her in his arms.

But after a few steps, his body reached the limit, and he fell to the ground with a soft foot, and then fell into a coma.

......

"Ah!!!h

Harvey Dent yelled and woke up from his nightmare.

In the dream, even if he paid such a big price, Rachel could not save it.

This made him very uneasy inside.

But soon, the pain in his body made him no longer have time to think about it.

The phone had hung up, and Harvey could finally let out his wails to vent the pain he had endured.

He kept rolling on the ground, begging for the cold ground to ease the pain a little.

Even if it's just a little bit.

As a result, in the next second, a ray of light shone on Harvey's face, who looked like a demon.

Looking along the light, I found that the floodgates, which were originally closed, had been opened at some point.

He got up from the ground excitedly and ran towards the door, trembling with every step, but he was unwilling to slow down.

Passing through the gate, an upward staircase appears in front of you.

It was from here that the light came from, and he seemed to be saved......

Harvey jumped up the stairs and suddenly noticed something on the steps, shining in the sun.

The demon stooped down to pick it up and held it in his hand to observe.

"It turned out to be another Gotham commemorative coin, but I don't know if it's the one I lost."

He muttered to himself.

The feeling of being lost and regained diluted a trace of the gloom in Harvey's heart.

But when he flipped the coin to the other side, he suddenly burst out laughing.

The side with the portrait is deliberately corroded with acid beyond recognition.

Just like him.

......

"Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne?"

"Wake up, we're finally meeting again."

The awakened Batman struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and the scene in front of him slowly changed from blurry to clear.

He saw the man, Graves, calling his name.

Dragged his heavy body, struggled to get up from the ground, and then shook his head, which was still a little dizzy.

Where am I? What about Rachel?

Bruce searched around for Rachel's whereabouts, and at the same time saw where he was.

He seemed to be standing in a rudimentary ring right now.

Not far from the other side was the damn Arkham fugitive, and under the ring was a black-pressed spectator with flashing lights.

The reactor was dressed up in the shape of a trophy and placed on a raised platform.

Raising his hand to block the glare light above his head, Bruce barely controlled his body and stopped shaking.

At this time, a man with a microphone walked up to the ring, stood between him and Graves, and shouted passionately into the audience:

"Welcome to all of Arkham's brothers and sisters, as well as these friends from the media!"

"Next, we will witness a much-anticipated battle of the century."

"By Batman Bruce Wayne."

"Playing against ————!"

"Outlaw fanatics, !! Maxime Graves"