The clown stood in a pool of blood, stretched out his index finger, dipped it in the blood and put it in his mouth to sip, then showed a disgusted expression and spit saliva fiercely: "Damn it, I can't learn it at all, how do those perverts swallow blood with a smile?"
In front of the clown, a thin white man was hung in the air from a beam with his feet tied by hemp ropes. The clown was afraid that his blood would flow back and cause congestion in his brain, so he kindly cut a hole in his neck. In this way, the blood could flow out directly from the incision without causing other discomfort.
"Hey, man, are you okay?" The clown patted the white man's face, waking him up from his trance.
"You devil..." The man lost too much blood, his dry lips turned frighteningly pale, and he spoke weakly.
"Thank you for your compliment, but I think the devil is a little worse than me!" said the clown with a smile, feeling very good about himself.
"Okay, enough nonsense. While you can still breathe, tell me who your master is. You have to know that Gotham is a big city and is very hostile to outsiders from the country!" The Joker pushed the man's shoulders and started playing a game of swinging on the spot.
The man did not reply, but stared forward with empty eyes. He waited until the blood from his wound stopped flowing before he said before dying: "I... won't tell you..."
"This is the starting point for the destruction of Gotham. The mission cannot afford to fail. I don't want to see failure. Do you understand?" Duca was confident. How could a mere insane asylum stop the warriors he had carefully trained?
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"Yes, I almost forgot that you are already a pervert. Normal people would not dress themselves up as bats and stay up late at night to scare people."
"Gotham is entering a countdown, just like Constantinople and ancient Rome, becoming a breeding ground for evil. The city is beyond redemption and must be destroyed."
"Of course, I don't have many good points, but I am absolutely obedient and honest." The Joker looked like a good boy and continued to provoke Batman's nerves: "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. After implanting your personality, my soul has been sublimated. You have helped me find a new meaning in life."
"Wow, we stopped in the red light district. I didn't let him free himself like that! Um, the car started again? It lasted exactly twenty seconds... What a pathetic man. If it were me, I would have lasted at least a minute."
Ninja Master - Henry Duca! In the early years when Batman was still Bruce Wayne, he wanted to understand the criminal psychology and wandered around the world. In order to get close to criminals, he even committed crimes himself and was imprisoned. Duca saw that he was young and promising and was a good material to inherit his mantle, so he not only released him, but also carefully cared for him.
Batman: “…”
“This has nothing to do with you!”
Behind him, hundreds of men in black stood motionless, half-kneeling on the ground, waiting for his orders.
"Big Bat, why are you staring at me? I am not your enemy. I am the successor of your will!"
Arkham Asylum!
"If you had come in thirty seconds later, he would have confessed everything!" The Joker patted the corpse hanging upside down beside him and shifted the blame to Batman.
Duka taught Wayne a lot of martial arts, taught him how to hide his body and use weapons, and patiently helped Wayne overcome his fear. As a teacher, Duka did everything he could to teach and answer questions.
The Joker was flattered: "It's such an honor to be the first person killed by Batman." The Joker looked down at Batman's eyes, grinned and took a breath: "What are you suppressing? Why don't you smile? As a superhero, you should learn to release yourself. If you keep a tense face all day, you will become a pervert after a long time."
"You are a hypocritical villain who only bullies the weak and fears the strong. Compared to me, the truly dangerous people are in Arkham."
The tights are flexible and light, which is extremely suitable for Batman, whose physical fitness exceeds the limits of human beings, but it also has disadvantages. For example, Batman hesitated about which trouser leg to put it in. After all, it is not a good idea to pretend to be a belt all day long.
Bang! The wall of the factory was violently knocked open. The Batmobile, with full power, pushed bricks and stopped in front of the Joker. Batman, wearing a domineering light armor, opened the car door and walked towards the Joker.
The Ninja Master has planned everything. He wants to destroy Gotham with poison gas and re-establish a new order after the destruction.
The angry Ninja Master decided to take revenge on Wayne and destroy Gotham City in front of him!
The Batmobile was getting farther and farther away. The Joker looked at the disappearing taillights, cursed inwardly that it was boring, and then took out a remote control display from his crotch.
"No, no, no, Big Bat, don't come near me. I feel insecure with you like this." The Joker waved his hand and took two steps back, keeping a safe distance from Batman.
The Joker got up and yelled at the Batmobile, which had once again made a hole in the wall: "Hey, why don't you kill me? Are you grateful that I sent you home last time?"
Batman did not respond to this, but sped up and surpassed the Joker in an instant, holding his collar and pressing him against the wall. The Joker's feet were hanging in the air, with a painful expression as if he was about to suffocate to death: "This is so boring, I thought you implanted my personality, it would become more humorous."
"Wow, you are so loyal. My brothers are so embarrassed that they are speechless." The clown turned his head and looked behind him, and asked the corpses on the ground: "Guys, don't you agree?"
Batman ignored all this and looked at the Joker intently. As the Joker shyly covered his face, he asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, what exactly are you now?"
"You killed them?" asked the low voice beneath the mask.
In the center of Gotham City, on the top floor of a skyscraper, a middle-aged man in a suit and coat and holding a scepter was looking down at the city shrouded in darkness, his eyes full of coldness.
As expected, you can't communicate normally with a psychopath! Whoosh! Whoosh! Two bat darts shot out, but the Joker dodged them sideways. The two superhumans with superb physical fitness left countless afterimages in the factory. Batman chased, and the Joker ran away, the latter laughing wildly while running.
Little Gu Yan was startled, put away his playful smile, and replied in a serious tone: "I am Gotham's superhero - The Joker!"
"Someone is looking for you?" Batman's IQ is no worse than the Joker's, and he understood the deep meaning as soon as he heard it.
But this is how Wayne repaid the Ninja Master. He set fire to the Ninja Master's house, blew up his hometown, destroyed most of his men, and destroyed his foundation. Later, he also slept with his daughter.
"Bruce, I taught you to hide in the dark and make the enemy afraid, but I didn't ask you to dress up as a bat... What a ridiculous costume!" Duca chuckled, picked up the map beside him, and looked at the important place to implement the plan.
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"I roughly know who the enemy is. In the meantime, I hope you won't make trouble." Batman said that no one could act cool in front of him, not even the Joker.
The clown didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows and asked back: "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!"
Batman's eye twitched, and he threw the Joker to the ground, opened the Batmobile and drove away.
"Joker, you are too dangerous!"
Well, I can't make it up anymore, the above is pure nonsense. The Ninja Master has wanted to destroy Gotham for a long time, as for the reason... it's not important. Does the boss need a reason to do bad things?
No one responded. The clown nodded with satisfaction. His subordinates were obedient and it was an honor for him to be the boss.
"Let me see where the Batmobile is now... Who that country bumpkin is, and how he's related to the big bat, this is really interesting."
No one responded, and the men in black stood up and prepared to complete the task.
"etc……"
Duka suddenly spoke up and pondered for a while: "I always have a bad feeling. To be on the safe side, I will lead the team myself this time!"
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