69novels Chapter 132
Chapter 132
Batman received the message from Carl, and he did arrive immediately and blocked the temporary secret base of the clown.
"Oh my little bat, I was discovered by you again!" Looking back, seeing Batman descending from the sky is not a strange thing for the clown. He even raised his hand and greeted Batman cheerfully, " It feels good to have a funny joke I can't wait to share with you whenever I come up with it - but as we all know, Batman never laughs. Your incomprehension has cost me a lot of good ideas, Batman. "
He opened his arms and bowed comically, heavy makeup, weird but somewhat torn and dirty suits, including his nervous body movements, all revealed chaotic, illogical and weird qualities.
The clown raised his head and parted the corners of his lips, showing an inhuman and terrifying smile at Batman.
"What do you want to do, clown?"
Batman was unimpressed.
After being processed by the voice changer, his voice is deep and rich, as if from hell. The tone of his words is full of menace, and a thick shadow envelopes him, leaving only a dark, plausible shadow in midair. phantom projection.
Such an image can easily scare more than a dozen adults into tears.
But just like the Joker can't scare Batman, Batman can't scare the Joker.
"Oh, oh, oh," the clown let out a series of weird laughter, he tilted his head to look at Batman, his whole body was covered in absurd colors like a circus, "here it goes again, little bat, you always start like this , 'what are you trying to do again'? What am I trying to do? It's taken me so long, trust me dear little bat, you're never the only one to be haunted by madness and insanity, I'm more than you trying to figure it out This thing: What the hell am I trying to do?"
Batman was still watching him warily, but the Joker showed no sign of fear.
On the contrary, he is obviously excited by Batman's rapt gaze, the excitement is so strong that he has to vent his inner excitement with some abnormal behavior-though the Joker is usually insane in this picture. His appearance, so ordinary people really can't tell his emotions.
He turned around anxiously, stepped on strange steps, smacked his lips, shook his head, and finally turned sharply to face Batman, throwing the explosives that were not fully loaded in his hands aside indiscriminately.
"Good evening, sweetheart, little bat, my dark knight, isn't it a fine day today? It's the perfect day for monsters like us to say hello to each other," said the clown, his tone high and low, "I miss you so much, my little one." Bat, last time we met you broke three of my ribs and broke my wrist and you sent me to Arkham Asylum to recuperate, ah, you're so sweet, dear, back to Arkham It's like being home, except the heating system sucks, sweetheart, you've got to remember that, hope I can improve on that next time I go..."
His words were strangled by Batman who swooped down from a height, and the huge impact caused the Joker's entire body to hit the ground, making a heavy muffled sound.
The thick dust accumulated in the warehouse flew up, and the clown, who was stuck on his neck and was having trouble breathing, broke off a few of Batman's fingers with difficulty.
He took a big breath, which triggered a violent, breathless cough that seemed to pass out in seconds.
He coughed so badly that anyone with good intentions should feel sympathy for such a crazy cough, but the clown just can make everything look like a joke, his weird cough and intermittent laugh echoed in the warehouse Therefore, while the atmosphere of horror is shrouded, people are easily amused by his absurd plot.
"Hey, hey, be gentle, you're going to make the clown dirty and ugly." The clown finally calmed down, his fragile neck was still under Batman's control, but he didn't care, just stared at Batman's face, which was close at hand, let out a regretful twitch and sigh, "I'm a funny clown, Bat, why don't you laugh? Oh - another good idea that was wasted by you!"
"Tell me what the hell you're thinking of, tell me what the hell you're trying to do, listen clown, I'm not here to play games with you." Batman said heavily, "Answer my questions, and I'll send you Into Arkham. There is no other option."
"Funny because you don't give options, Bat, you just repeat the story that keeps going on between us. But guess what? I don't care if you put me in Arkham Asylum, honestly I It's a good life in there, surrounded by like-minded people, except they are stupid and weak ... But they are very obedient, which is the biggest advantage, they are very obedient."
"I'm freer in and out of Arkham than I am in my own home - Ha! Ha! Ha! It's a joke! I don't have a home at all. You should build a prison just for me, Bat, and I'll make it mine Home, I swear I'll do it."
"And then destroy it?" Batman said coldly.
"Don't be so serious, Bat, just laugh." The clown laughed. "Why don't you laugh? My jokes are very funny, and the world is a dark humor."
Batman responds by punching the Joker so hard, it hits the Joker's head, knocking him out of his head.
"Tell me the purpose of your escape this time. Tell me what you plan to do again." Batman repeated his question, his face was covered under a black mask, making it difficult to see his expression and mood.
"You know? Every time I look at this ugly helmet of yours, I wonder what expression you'll make when you see me." Blood-red blood flowed from the corner of the clown's lips, and Batman's punch didn't hurt at all. He kept his hand and gave ten percent of his strength, but the clown didn't even bother to raise his hand to wipe the blood. "The best way to overcome fear is to turn yourself into fear itself. This is Batman's style of action."
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Listen to your logic! Bat, they also call me crazy, they really don't understand you."
Batman responded with a well-placed second fist.
The Joker snorted, looked up at Batman, and showed a provocative smile.
"Look at you, dear, in a funny costume, with an ugly mask, and a broken heart. We've all been knocked down, broken, and totally destroyed by bad things, what have you and me What's the difference, my dear knight? You and I fought each other and never really won or lost. Yes, yes, yes, we both know, you'd beat me up and lock me up in Arkham, but guess what? "
"—I was never the one who got hurt."
Shadows descended, hanging over where Batman was.
He didn't say a word, only the clown laughed maniacally intermittently.
How funny this fight is, the clown has no power to fight back in front of him, and has no struggle.
Batman is no stranger to this kind of experience, but most of the similar things happen after the clown has disappeared for a long time. Occasionally, this absurd criminal emperor will suddenly appear, laughing and playing with Gotham's big and small forces, kidnapping dignitaries, and detonating in public. Bomb, giving someone a chance to have a funeral, and he's doing it just to get Batman's attention.
Or maybe he's just looking for something to do.
But this time is different from them all. There is no concrete evidence to prove it, but Batman never underestimates the significance of intuition when facing the Joker.He stared into the madman's eyes through the pale eyepatch on the mask, calm and restrained, his whole body was like a frozen liquid.
The clown smacked his lips impatiently.
"You know, Bat, there's no point fighting between us. Joker and Batman equal tragedy. Both are tragedies," he said, in an aria, with the emotion of a great actor. "There are no winners among us because this battle has no forgiveness, no kindness, no sparkle of humanity. We have only pain, hatred and chaos, utter chaos."
"You're so paranoid, my dear little Bat, but you've always believed in me, everyone knows that the Joker can summon Batman, just like Luthor can summon Superman—ah, ah, ah, but you and Big Blue No, he's a child of light, you're fear personified. You hate me, admit it sweetheart, there's no such thing as 'love' in you, it's your vengeance that sustains you doing these antics in costume."
This time Batman punched him in the side.
This is a very suitable position to give pain without really hurting people. The clown lost his voice in the severe pain, and instinctively writhed, convulsing like an electric shock.
"We could go on like this forever," Batman said, "or simply, answer my question."
"Okay, okay, you really hurt me this time, sweet little bat, but I forgive you." The clown muttered, "My purpose? Uh uh, like I keep saying, you and I'm in a gang. I know you've had some, ha, mates, you call 'em Robins—I don't like that, sweetheart, you and I are so close, we shouldn't have anyone between us."
Batman's hand tightly strangled the Joker's neck.
He was motionless, but his heart was trembling.
"Where is he?" he said, growling, "Where is he!"
What greeted him was the hysterical laugh of the clown.
"what--"
Jason screamed, and swallowed the ending abruptly.
"Oh!" Harry said.Quinn giggled.
She swung her wooden hammer like a little girl wields a doll, even though her big wooden hammer was still stained with Robin's blood.
All his limbs had been broken, and they were twisted abnormally at this moment. He had to prostrate on the ground, trying to calm his pain with breathing.
Pain gripped his heart, but what he really hated was the real fear.
"I love your voice. Little Robin. Sweetie. Did I hurt you? Speak, little Robin, you have a beautiful voice like a bird," said Harley.