The large screen in the city center square lit up, and at the same time, all players that can receive signals automatically switch to one channel.

"Ha-Ha-Now let's play a game, I'm with this...this..." The clown is still dressed in the past, with bright lips in purple suits. He scratches his head, and can't seem to think of what to call the Crazy Laughing Bat.

"This even more ridiculous Batman! Gotham is mine, and you're just a botched copy, remember what I said..."

The Joker was still talking nonstop, but Batman had found the trace of the laughing bat. The TV station was a trick, Wayne's old house and Gotham police station were all traps, it was just to see who couldn't help but jump in first.

None of the three people with the same high IQ took the bait. He didn't know what the Joker was doing now, but Batman had found the enemy through some clues.

Like a black ghost, he quickly walked through the ruins of the city and quickly found his target.

This is a chemical factory that has been abandoned for many years. There is no light here late at night. Compared to the chaos in the middle of the city, it is as quiet as a grave.

Batman found five alert devices on the periphery, and there were almost no dead corners between them, but he still walked around carefully.

The chemical factory covers a large area, so he had to speed up some of the steps, because judging from the traces on the ground, the clown probably had already stepped in.

Batman is afraid that the Joker will defeat the laughing bat and defeat this nightmare of his own. If this happens, it will not only affect the God's position, but also shake Batman's own confidence.

If madness eventually defeats reason, then the creed he has adhered to for so many years will be meaningless, which is something Batman definitely doesn't want to see.

But he didn't want to see the clown fall into a pool of blood and be defeated by a crazier self, which would make him feel guilty and feel that he had killed the clown.

He was worried about gains and losses, but Batman was still rational and did not lose the necessary vigilance. He walked deep into the chemical factory.

The factory has been abandoned for a long time, and a briefly excavated tunnel leads directly to the depths of the ground. Batman checked it and slowly slipped in.

The passage is very long, like walking hundreds of meters deep underground, walking out of the winding passage, connecting an underground cave group here. Batman was a little stunned. He didn't know if there was this huge cave group under Gotham in his original world.

The light here is very poor, but fortunately the stone pillars all over the surrounding radiate fluorescence. However, the light is refracted several times and it looks a bit distorted when it falls into the eyes.

After a brief observation of the environment, listening with a vague sound of metal blows from the wind, I judged the location and found that the fighting location was not far from him, Batman ran over with slight hands.

"Trump! Hehe, human scum, freak! Your kind of disaster is a tragedy in the world!" A voice slightly higher than a whisper sounded, the sound was a little light, but rich in power, and even if it was a little far away, you could hear it clearly.

Batman hid behind a huge stone pillar to watch. The clown in the center of the venue had been completely defeated, and the purple suit was covered in blood.

He lay on his back on the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his left arm sleeve was torn off, and a large piece of swelling on his elbow.

Standing in front of him was a tall and thin man, with a black leather jacket wrapped around his somewhat thin body, with a metal eye mask covered with spikes on his eyes, which was hideous and terrifying, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, with a big mouth breaking through the limits of human physiology and grinning to both sides. The bright red gums and white teeth make people tremble.

This is a Batman who absorbed the poisonous gas of the Joker. Now he calls himself laughing at the bat.

Unlike Batman's body with a tendon flesh, this guy is a little thinner, with his jaws poking out, and his pointed chin looks full of evil spirits.

The laughing bat held an iron stick in his hand, and pointed it at the clown's cheek with a stick, "Scum! Maggots in society! Freak! Hee-hee--I don't know which world you come from, but I killed you. I broke your neck at that time. I have to say that the taste is really wonderful! Hee--"

After saying that, he made another stick, completely smashing the clown's left face, and several teeth flew into the air with bloodshot.

The Joker laughed louder with a louder laugh, "You are a total idiot, always, ha-ha--Is Batman or Batman without rules? Your game is not fun at all!"

With a "clang", the laughing bat seemed to feel unsatisfied with his weapons. He threw away the iron stick. The clown stood in front of him for a long time, feeling very uncomfortable. The old personality seemed to show signs of revival. He suppressed the discomfort, his face was full of grin and his body was full of resentment, and he waved his fists and smashed the clown hard.

"You laugh, hehe-I tell you! After deleting those childish rules and self-restraints, there will be the only truth left, that is, Batman will definitely win!" He attacked the clown in a crazy way, his fist quickly broke, revealing the flesh and blood of the rollover, but he didn't care.

As the beaten clown, he was even more miserable. He didn't have a good piece of flesh on his face, his whole skin was bleeding, and one eye was blind. However, when he was beaten, the clown became happier and kept shouting to make him exert force.

"It's over! I don't have time to play games with you, you bastard, hehe--" The laughing bat fought for a long time, and he was tired. He lost the self-control of Batman like a monk. Long-term persistence in training lost his meaning. His physical fitness was far inferior to his peak period.

Take out an old-fashioned revolver from your arms and laugh the bat pointed the gun at the clown's head.

"Do you know this gun? Kill Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne's pistol! It's also your honor to die under this gun!"

"Hmm?" When he was about to pull the trigger, he found that the clown also took out a gun and pointed it at his heart.

Just as he was about to say something to delay time, the clown pulled the trigger directly.

With a "click", the imagined heart was shot and fell to the ground and died without appearing at all. A small flag appeared at the front of the clown's pistol. Under the breeze of the underground cave, the small flag fluttered in the wind, making a slight sound, as if mocking something.

"Haha-Idiot!..."

The bat laughed slightly stunned, and then laughed. He smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth, pointing his pistol at the clown. "I have to say, as the opening prelude, you are very suitable. You are more energetic than the clown I met, hehe-but I am the laugh point, do you understand?"

"You should do it quickly! Haha--"

The bat's mouth was wider and "I'm glad you finally saw it."

Just a second before my finger was about to pull the trigger, a gust of wind sounded behind my ears, and the clown's laughter also came to my ears, "Haha-- idiot, I'm not talking about you!"
Chapter completed!