After a long time, the screams and gunshots in the factory stopped, the smell of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, the blood on the corpses on the ground was still warm, and everyone's eyes left with fear before death.

The clown stood in a pool of blood, stretched out his index finger and dipped it in his mouth and sucked it in his mouth, then showed a disgusting expression, and vomited hard: "It's really a god, I can't learn it at all. How do those perverts swallow the blood with a smile?"

In front of the clown, a thin white man was tied with his feet tied with hemp rope and poured out of the crossbar and hung in the air. The clown was afraid that his blood would flow backward and cause his brain to be congested, so he enthusiastically helped him to make a hole in his neck. In this way, the blood could flow directly from the blade and not cause other discomfort.

"Hi, man, are you okay?" The clown patted the white man in the face and woke him up from his loss.

"You demon..." The man lost too much blood, his dry lips were so white that he was so weak that he spoke.

"Thank you for your praise, but I think the devil is a little worse than me!" said the clown with a smile, feeling very good about himself.

"Okay, don't say much nonsense. While you can still breathe, tell me who your master is? You must know that Gotham is a big city and is very repulsive to foreign country bumpkins!" The clown pushed the man's shoulder and played the game of swinging on the spot.

The man did not reply, looked forward with his eyes empty until the blood from the wound stopped flowing out, and before he died, he said, "I... won't tell you..."

"Wow, how can my little brothers feel so loyal? They are ashamed to speak." The clown turned around and looked behind him and asked the corpses all over the ground: "You guys, do you think so?"

No one responded, the clown nodded with satisfaction, the younger brothers were obedient, and he was also proud of being the boss.

Bang!

The walls of the factory were violently knocked open, and the Batchariot was full of horsepower, pushing the bricks and stones to stop in front of the clown. Batman, wearing a domineering light armor, pushed open the car door and walked towards the clown.

The tights are flexible and lightweight, and are extremely suitable for Batman, whose physical fitness is now beyond the limits of humans, but there are also disadvantages. For example, Batman hesitated to put it into which trouser leg. After all, pretending to be a belt all day long is not a problem.

"No, no, big bat, don't get close to me, I feel insecure when you do this." The clown waved his hand and took two steps back, keeping a safe distance from Batman.

"You killed them?" asked in a low voice under the face armor.

The clown didn't answer, raised his eyebrows and asked, "It seems that you are the follow-up plan of that country bumpkin. Poor guy, it seems that he doesn't know how close our relationship is!"

"Is someone here to find you?" Batman's IQ is no worse than that of the Joker, and he can understand the profound meaning at first.

"If you come in thirty seconds later, he will all be tricked!" The clown patted the corpse hanging upside him and shifted the blame to Batman.

"I probably know who the enemy is. During this period, I hope you don't make trouble." Batman said that no one can show off in front of him, and the clown can't do it either.

"Of course, I don't have many advantages, but I'm absolutely obedient and honest." The clown looked obedient and continued to challenge Batman's nerves: "I have to thank you for implanting your personality, my soul has been sublimated, and you have allowed me to find a new meaning in life."

Batman farted all about this, and he fixedly looked at the clown. As the latter covered his face with shyness, he asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, what exactly are you now?"

The clown was stunned when he heard this, put away his hippie smile and replied with a serious twelve-pointed seriousness: "I am Gotham's superhero Joker!"

Batman: "…"

Sure enough, I couldn’t communicate normally with the psychopath!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two bat darts shot out and were dodged by the clown sideways. Two superhumans with great physical fitness left countless afterimages in the factory. Batman chased and the clown escaped, and the latter ran and laughed wildly.

"Big bat, why should you stare at me? Your enemy is not me, I am the heir to your will!"

"Clown, you're too dangerous!"

"You hypocritical villain who bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong, the real danger is in Arkham compared to me."

Batman did not respond to this, and quickly rushed over to the clown in an instant, holding his collar and pressing it against the wall. The latter's feet were hanging in the air, with a painful expression of suffocation: "It's so boring. I thought you would become more humorous when you implanted my personality."

Batman's mouth twitched, and he suppressed his grim smile, and said coldly, "I know you are planning some conspiracy, but you'd better be careful, otherwise I'll kill you."

The Joker was flattered: "It's such an honor to be the first person to be killed by Batman."

As the clown said, he looked down at Batman's eyes, opened his mouth and took a breath: "What are you suppressing, why don't you smile? As a superhero, you should learn to release yourself, keep a face tight all day, and you will become perverted over time."

"It has nothing to do with you!"

"Yes, I almost forgot that you have been perverted. Normal people don't dress themselves up as bats and don't sleep in the middle of the night to scare people."

Batman twitched his eyes and threw the clown to the ground, opened the Batmobile and left.

The clown got up and shouted at the Batmobile that had once again opened a hole in the wall, "Hey, why didn't you kill me? Are you grateful for sending you home last time?"

The Batmobile was getting farther and farther away. The clown looked at the disappearing taillights and cursed it with boredom, then took out a remote monitor from his crotch.

"Let me see where the Batmobile is now...Who is that country bumpkin? It's really interesting to have something to do with the big bat."

"Wow, I stopped in the red light area, I didn't let him release myself like this! Well, the car started again? It was just twenty seconds... What a sad man, I could hold on for at least one minute."

...

In the center of Gotham, the top floor of a skyscraper, a middle-aged man wearing a suit and a scepter looked down at the city shrouded in the darkness, with a cold look in his eyes.

Behind him, hundreds of men in black were motionless, half kneeling on the ground, waiting for his orders.

"Gotham is entering the countdown, just like Constantinople and ancient Rome, becoming the source of sin, the city is hopeless and must be destroyed."

Ninja Master Henry Duca!

In the early years, when Batman was still Bruce Wayne, he wandered around countries to understand the mentality of crime. In order to get close to the criminals, he was even imprisoned in prison for crimes. Seeing that he was young and promising, Duca was a good material to inherit his legacy. Not only did he release him, he also cared for him in every way.

Duca taught Wayne his good martial arts skills and taught him how to hide his body, use weapons, and patiently help Wayne overcome his fears. As a teacher, he preached and helped him solve doubts, Duca did everything he could.

But Wayne rewarded Master Ninja in this way, setting fire to Master Ninja’s house, blowing up his hometown, destroying most of his subordinates, and cutting off his foundation, but later slept with his daughter.

The angry ninja master decided to take revenge on Wayne and ruin Gotham City in front of him!

Well, I can't make it up anymore. The above is purely verbal. It's not a day or two for Master Ninja wants to destroy Gotham. As for the reason... this is not important. Do bosses need a reason if they want to do bad things?

The Ninja Master has planned everything, and he wants to destroy Gotham with poison gas and re-establish a new order after the destruction.

"Bruce, I teach you to hide in the darkness and make the enemy afraid, but I didn't let you dress up as a bat... It's such a ridiculous outfit!" Duka chuckled, picked up the map beside him, and looked at the important place where the plan was executed.

Arkham Asylum!

"This is the starting point for destroying Gotham. The mission cannot be lost. I don't want to see failure. Do you understand?" Duca was confident, a mere asylum, how could he stop the warriors he carefully trained.

No one responded, and the people in black stood up and prepared to complete the task.

"etc……"

Duka suddenly spoke and pondered for a while: "There is always a bad premonition. To be safe, I will lead the team myself this time!"

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