Batman never finds the Joker's tricks funny.

Maybe there was one time when the two of them laughed loudly in front of a fatal joke, but that time it was the clown who won because he could not think of any way to vent his grief except laughing.

But not this time.

When the Joker was performing his antics, Batman threw all the Batarangs, then took a running start and ran on the wall, using his cape to glide towards the Joker.

The Joker reacted belatedly. He raised his hand and was about to shoot, but the previous batarangs not only refracted on the wall and the ground, but also collided and deflected from each other.

A dart flew from behind him, passed through his crotch from the blind spot, bounced up and pierced his wrist.

"Ah? Hahahaha!" The gun in the clown's hand fell to the ground, but he put his hand in front of him, stretched out his hand to pull out the batarang, and watched the blood spurt out like a spring: "I have a gift! I have a batarang.

Yeah! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so...

"boom!"

His answer was a heavy and powerful shoulder bump. Batman had already flown to his face, and then pressed him down. His casserole-sized fists shot left and right, beating the clown like a bobblehead doll.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Hahahahaha..."

"Bang bang bang!"

"he he he he he........"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Uh...huhu...hehe..."

Not only did Batman beat him up, but the Joker just lay on the ground and let him do what he did. Every time his head was hit to the side, he would quickly turn back and continue to look at Batman with a smile.

Even though his face was covered in blood and his orifices were flushed, he was still smiling.

Batman sat on top of him, grabbed the collar of his suit with both hands, pulled him up and hit him with his head. The Bat mask was made of special material and was very strong. And with hundreds of pounds of weight pressing on his chest, anyone would be affected by breathing.

Poor and suffocating coma.

Thinking of the Joker beating Selina, Batman couldn't help but hit her harder and harder.

After several collisions, the clown's laughter finally stopped.

Batman felt the dark memories tumbling in his heart and the severe pain in his body, panting violently and suppressing them with willpower.

He still controlled himself.

He let go of the clown, fell off him, and sat on the cold ground aside.

But maybe the impact of the back of his head with the ground made the clown wake up. He lay on the ground and vomited blood while talking intermittently.

"You... thought you won? No, it was me who won, hehehe..."

After saying that, his head tilted and he fainted. Blood mixed with saliva left the corner of his mouth, leaving a shining and winding trace on the dark ground.

It looks like a smiling face...

Batman frowned and thought for a moment, but as always, the Joker had shaken his will and almost made him lose control several times...

But Batman didn't give up his principles, he didn't lose to his desires.

He sat quietly and watched the clown lying there. His injuries were too serious, and the injuries to his bones and internal organs made it difficult for him to move.

However, he still stood up and carried the unconscious clown. He planned to take him back to the Batcave and imprison him in the dungeon at the bottom of the Batcave.

The Joker is too dangerous, and past experiences have proven that sending him to Arkham is useless. Batman dug a special room near the underground river below the Batcave, and used all the technology of the Justice League, just to

Give the clown an ultimate enjoyment.

The energy barrier system from Crux can prevent the Joker from escaping from prison, while still allowing him to talk freely with Batman outside the cage.

Senagon's N metal makes the prison unbreakable, the spells of the mages impose occult defenses, and there are flowers and trees provided by Swamp Monster in the cell, which not only regulates the atmosphere but also serve as a surveillance function.

The clown's escape last time was just an accident, but it won't happen this time.

He put the colorful monster on his shoulders, covered the wound on his abdomen with his other hand and took a breath. The effect of the analgesic faded unexpectedly quickly, and he had to hurry up.

However, when he was weak, the short journey seemed extremely long. Batman tried his best to see clearly ahead, but his feet were a little shaky.

Fortunately, as he persisted, the entrance to the subway station was getting closer and closer.

From a distance, he saw the light outside. It was the Windbreaker's car, and in the car window, it was Selina's worried face.

They didn't leave, they just stood guard outside when there was a way out. Thinking of this, Batman couldn't help but feel a warmth flashing in his heart.

Through the curtain of the heavy rain, Selina naturally saw Batman. She opened the car door and walked out of the passenger seat, trying to run to Batman, but was held back by the trench coat fighter who appeared behind her.

"Batman! Is that you?"

The trench coat warrior put his hands to his mouth and rolled them into a trumpet and shouted loudly, his voice piercing the cover of the rain.

It's a good habit to be vigilant, but Batman knows that there is a bastard who likes to pretend to be him and fool around in Gotham.

"it's me!"

Batman also answered loudly, but he was not used to speaking loudly. Speaking at this time caused a sharp pain in the injured area, and his vision was blurred when he was distracted.

Both Windbreaker and Selina stood in the rain without coming over. He asked again: "Have you defeated the clown?"

Batman carried the Joker and slowly approached the two of them. The water outside the subway station had spread over the roadside, and he seemed to see a sea.

"Yes!" he said.

The windbreaker put down his hand and nodded his head up and down.

Rain rolled down from the brim of his hat, and as the two of them got closer and closer, the man in the trench coat shrugged as if he was relieved.

"Then I'm relieved, you are really a hero!"

He let go of his hand and let Selina run towards Batman, her eyes equally filled with joy and worry.

She was happy that everyone was safe, but also worried about Batman's injury. Although she was agile, running in the rain wearing high heels was a bit difficult.

Batman held the Joker on his shoulder with one hand, and fumbled in his belt with the other hand, intending to return Catwoman's tail to her.

Not only was he caught by the clown, but the tail on his uniform was also stolen. This was too careless for a snitch.

"Your tail."

"No, it's your tail."

He could still think of Selena's blushing face and denial. Maybe this was an opportunity to get back together.

She is really like a cat, arrogant and naughty, and sometimes simply unreasonable.

But she is the woman he loves most.

However, as she ran, he suddenly saw a tail behind her uniform. This sense of absurdity immediately made Batman realize that something was wrong.

And it's too late.

"boom!"

Only a gunshot was heard. Selina's body shook a few times, her legs softened and she knelt forward, clutching her chest and splashing a large amount of water.

Behind her, a plume of green smoke slowly rose from the muzzle of the trench coat fighter's hand.

The bullet pierced her heart, entered her chest from behind, and the rain instantly diluted the blood in her palms. She refused to rest in silence, and her face still had the complicated expression she had when she saw Batman.

Batman, who was still holding a leather tail in his hand, suddenly stiffened. He watched her fall in front of him, and he was as powerless as he was in Crime Alley.

His eyes moved mechanically towards the trenchcoat fighter, who was holding the gun in his hand and playing with it, and even leaned towards the muzzle of the gun as if he was looking at what was inside.

But he could no longer react. The sudden stimulation completely defeated his will. The tragic memories that were forced into the depths of his mind came overwhelmingly, and he was beaten to pieces by the huge black waves.

He dropped the Joker from his shoulders, staggered over to Catwoman, and held her in his arms.

He wanted to reach out and hold her wound, but the blood gushed out like a fountain along with the rain. He held his chest and back but couldn't stop the flow of liquid. He could only feel warmth on his knees.

And the heat is still passing quickly.

There was no heartbeat, no pulse, and the pupils were dilated.

His trembling hand slowly reached towards her face, but that person would no longer respond to him.

At this time, hysterical laughter came from beside him. The trench coat fighter was laughing so hard that he couldn't stand upright. He rolled on the hood of the car: "Haha! It's so touching. Batman has won again."

"

Batman heard the laughter but didn't react. He just squatted on the ground and looked down at Catwoman's face.

The trenchcoat fighter took off his hat and threw it away, then took off his trenchcoat to reveal the purple suit underneath. Then he pulled off his mask with force, revealing a pale smile.

The Joker jumped onto the curb, happily danced Singin' in the Rain and came to Batman's side. He leaned his head on Batman's shoulder and looked down at Catwoman.

"It's so tragic. Her heart is broken and it will never get better again, hee hee hee..."

Batman's heart was filled with darkness, and he had completely lost the ability to receive information from the outside world. He couldn't hear anything the Joker said, and the only sound that echoed in his mind was the sound of the gunshot.

The clown put his mouth close to his ear, reached out and poked the wound on his waist, and said word by word: "Hey, Batman, do you want to continue the second round?"

"..." Batman was just as silent as a sculpture, the rain melting his silhouette into the darkness.

"How about I tell you about my new trick? Do you want to hear it?" Regardless of whether Batman wanted to hear it or not, the Joker still told him excitedly.
To be continued...