Chapter 50 Chapter 50 (Xiao Xiu) [VIP]
There are no winners in this rivalry.
The Joker is the instigator. When Batman comes to Arkham to find him, he always hands over some information upon his request. Of course, it is a mixture of truth and lies. It is up to Batman to unravel the mystery and find the truth. He is happy to see the game continue. Even though he is already in Arkham, his role outside is still inseparable.
As for screwing over your partners? Oh, don't worry, that's actually the least of your worries.
The cooperative relationship among the people in Arkham was not solid, and everyone knew it clearly. Sometimes the partners they chose were unreliable and would suddenly backstab or desert. Sometimes Batman would interrogate important information from one of them. After all, his fully armed fists really hurt. In addition, he was good at creating fear, as if he really regarded himself as a bat monster lurking in the dark.
Back to the present, the Joker could have foreseen that once he gave the clues, when Batman followed up, he had the mind and ability to destroy his plan of cooperation with the Penguin.
Look at all the effort he put into it, but in the end it was all for nothing, he just invited Batman to play a game...
So does Batman win if he only gets part of the clue? Of course not!
There is still a criminal boss who has not been caught. Before the decryption, the content of the cooperation is confidential. The Joker will not tell everything, and Batman needs to use his brain to discover it. But when he came to Arkham, it means that he thinks the situation is very urgent, otherwise he would rather find clues himself than deal with the Joker.
Even if Batman gets a clue from him, it will take time to track it down and deal with it, but doesn't the Joker have a backup plan? The Penguin will also set up many obstacles.
Batman's gaze was filled with pressure. After the Joker mentioned the 'price', he said bluntly: "You get nothing."
What price does the Joker want? All he wants is chaos, bloodshed, and death.
The man with pale skin and scarlet lips grinned, but he didn't answer. He had heard too many denials from others. He gathered the other cards on the table, briefly cleaned them, and dealt them face down in front of him. He smiled and said, "Draw another one."
He had Batman draw three cards in total, and the third card was undoubtedly the 'Joker Card'. The character on the card was grinning, and he was also smiling.
"Why do you always cling to the answer to the mystery?"
"Bat, it's because you always find ways to interrupt my game that our gameplay keeps changing and updating." The Joker smiled a ferocious and crazy smile and spread his hands. "Honestly, if you hadn't been so stubborn and let Gotham enjoy the terror and chaos I bring... maybe our game would have ended long ago. After all, human passion is limited."
He said something that didn't hide his hypocrisy. If Batman was stubborn, then what about him? It seemed that their hostile relationship would last for a long time, until one of them died completely, otherwise they would fight to the death. But maybe even after death, the living person would be tormented by the dead person's spirit!
Batman remained unmoved. His response was to sweep away all the cards on the table. While the Joker's vision was obstructed, he reached across the table, grabbed his collar, and tightened it, saying in a deep voice, "Tell me, Joker."
"What have you and the Penguin planned?" When the Joker laughed wildly and refused to answer, he clenched his other hand into a fist and hit him rudely on the cheekbone, making him dizzy and his teeth were scratched by the inner wall of his mouth, causing him to spit out blood.
When the Joker was knocked backward by Batman's fist, his collar loosened a little, and he grinned, not only did not try to break free, but leaned forward, and the cards in his hand were his weapons.
Batman is a master of physical skills and has many equipment and wonderful props, but the Joker also has his unique abilities. Ordinary playing cards can cause great damage in his hands and easily scratch the Kevlar fiber protective layer on Batman's arms except for the arm armor.
The cards were stuck straight in Batman's arm. The Joker did not continue to exert force to force Batman to withdraw his hand, but he had already taken out a handful of cards from his tuxedo pocket, among which were two small gadgets.
As those things flew out of his hands, Batman quickly pulled his cape to block the poker cards that were flying in his face. The small bomb was also triggered and exploded, and the acid inside splashed out.
Most of the acid was blocked by the bat cape, but the areas of the cape that were stained with too much acid were directly corroded and penetrated. It was even highly volatile, causing Batman's exposed skin and respiratory tract to feel slightly hot and painful.
Just as the Joker stood up from the chair and tried to take something out from behind him, a grappling hook shot out from Batman's arm armor and entangled his hand. He tried to break free and took a step back, but Batman had already walked around the table and grabbed him again.
Batman's face was half hidden under the mask, and only his tightly pursed lips proved that he was in a bad mood. One hand was on the Joker's neck, even harder than before, "Tell me!"
The clown struggled to get some air for himself, his ferocious expression remained unchanged, he was even laughing!
The smile was both crazy and terrifying, the corners of his mouth stretched to an almost terrifying degree, even his eyeballs bulged out, and in those strange green eyes, there was only absolute madness and chaos. He laughed wildly, and the laughter was so sharp that Megan, who was in the dark room and heard the noise outside, couldn't help rubbing her ears.
Megan touched her ear and felt pain inside, but she only knew how to touch her earlobe and didn't know how to respond when she was disturbed.
In the cell, the Joker laughed intermittently due to suffocation. He knew that the old friend in front of him would not kill him. After catching his breath, his other hand that could still move patted Batman's arm that was holding his neck very kindly, and accidentally touched the spikes of the arm armor, which was a bit prickly, making him raise his eyebrows.
He laughed and said, "Don't get mad over a game, alright old buddy!"
Noticing that Batman's strength was gradually relaxing, he didn't do anything else, but instead gave a hint: "I guess you might not know that just over ten days ago, someone sent me a batch of waste chemicals. They left Gotham and came in from Miller Harbor."
"And the final clue is, what's everywhere?"
Batman got the answer from him, but the situation escalated further and he couldn't help but punch the Joker in the face again.
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Watching this elusive old friend disappear in the blink of an eye, the Joker stood in the slightly messy cell, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes. However, after confirming that Batman would not come back, he just kicked the cell door shut and opened the darkroom door before cleaning up the scene.
The child inside the door looked quiet and obedient, sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs hanging down. Next to her was the eavesdropping device he had given her before, which allowed her to hear the noises outside.
Megan looked up at her father and found that there was a bruise on the Joker's face. After all, Batman's two punches hit the same place, so it was obviously impossible not to leave a scar. The bruise looked even more serious because of the Joker's pale skin.
She didn't understand the scars and the blood at the corners of his mouth, and even ignored the fact that the blood was not much different in color from the clown's scarlet lips. However, Megan raised one hand high towards the clown, and it was unclear what she was going to do.
The clown lowered his head and saw that she was looking at him eagerly, but her eyes were still too pure... No feelings or emotions had sprouted yet, but when the little girl saw that the adult standing in front of her did not move, she came over and hugged him on his lap.
He curled his lips, looking uninterested, and asked, "Did you hear that sound?"
"Megan, that man is a bat monster. Do you know what a bat monster is?" He began to make up a story for the child. "A bat monster is an ugly creature that wanders in the night. He is jealous of other people's families and always steals children and takes them to places where no one can find them."
"Yeah, that's right. Once she's taken away by the bat monster, her father won't be able to find her."
Telling horror stories to children, and it was targeted. The clown bent down and touched Megan's stupid head. He didn't think it was a threat at all. He even acted out the whole thing and took out a photo to show Megan.
It was obviously torn from a tabloid, with jagged edges and the entire picture a black blur, but the clown had the patience to point out the outline to her. On the head of the figure, a hideous smiley face was painted in red ink.
"Look at this heinous villain, don't let him find you, okay?"
This was a very unfunny joke, the clown's jokes had never been this bad, but in order to amuse the little boy, he told it anyway.
After all, he didn't want Megan to not be warned and then run into Batman one day... Even if it could be remedied, the identity of the Damon family would always be useful, but this would greatly affect his fun, so he had to take precautions in advance.
After teaching the child a lesson, he casually threw the small piece of paper away and glanced at it, "What else did you hear?"
If she had only focused a little, she would have been able to open her mouth and say something.
Megan raised her face, tilted her head, and muttered a word: "Game." When she was taken care of by Bob, she was given many dolls and toys. Sometimes the dolls were toys, but the toys were usually not dolls.
Game... Bob had mentioned this word. Sometimes he wanted to play some puzzle games with her, but Megan didn't understand the meaning of "game" and refused to respond, completely ignoring his words and actions.
The clown's smile remained unchanged. He was in a good mood. He sat down and said to her slowly, "This world is boring. Only games can stimulate their numb hearts and awaken their fear and chaos."
"Gotham is my playground, where I can do whatever I want without restraint, because her sins and my sins...are indistinguishable."
There was a certain meaning hidden in his eyes, which was complex, bloody and terrifying. Sometimes sin could be revealed in one eye.
"But the truth is, in this playground, no one can win, only unexpected people appear from time to time."
There will be no winner, but Gotham will definitely be hurt, she is too easily damaged.
She carried all these sins, accepting everything, good or bad. However, the 'unexpected person' he mentioned was a knight who was willing to sacrifice everything to protect her, shouldering a responsibility that was heavy enough to crush his flesh and blood and destroy his iron will. But he did not fall. Even though he was already covered in wounds, he did not retreat, and still stood firm in the front, trying to eliminate the sins for her.
And who among them is the madman?
A madman is laughing heartily. He wants to share his experience with everyone in the world and let everyone understand his joke.
A madman associates with darkness, doing things that are almost completely hopeless, paying with blood and pain day after day. Does he realize his own powerlessness and the risk of repeating the same mistakes?
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I'm already in the form of updating daily, not the dove that used to lie down peacefully once I had a holiday () I say I'm taking a break, but my typing hands are still too honest (?)
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