Half of his pale face was deformed and twisted by the venom, like a cream cake that expanded after being inflated - and now, this cream cake has been cut open, revealing dark red and bright yellow grease.<
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"Poison Ivy! It's the last moment, hurry up and position yourself!"
"Wait, it will be soon..." Poison Ivy's voice came: "I'm done!"
Lucius stared at the many bright spots flashing on the screen.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay..."
He encouraged himself in a low voice, then opened his eyes, punched the launch button, and said to the communication:
"Batman, have you finished taking care of the Joker? If something slips through the net, you may be needed..."
"I'm ready."
Chen Tao told him: "In every sense."
He turned his head and looked at the clown lying on the ground in a large shape, his face full of the afterglow of being beaten:
"I lost."
The clown said.
"But you refused to kill me, wuwuwu."
He sobbed and choked: "Why can't it be me?"
"You make me sick."
Chen Tao said.
"Don't look like a complete failure, clown. Do you think I don't know what you are planning?"
The clown lying on the ground turned away.
"You don't care about Bain, you don't care about the fight between me and him. All this is just a game to you. You can play the game at any time, and you don't care about winning or losing at all." p>
Chen Tao said:
"The only thing you care about is the game itself.
What you cannot accept is the risk that [the game] will never be played again.”
"For the first time in so many years, you have a clear purpose, clown, that's why I can predict you this time."
The clown curled up on the ground.
……
……
……
At the same time, we switch the perspective back to the Batcave.
"If you want me to get involved in your business, clown."
The Riddler said: "No way."
He was wearing a dark yellow prison uniform full of question marks. It was strange that even though he was imprisoned by Batman, he still received preferential treatment with this highly personal clothing.
"I'm not going to get involved in your game with the bat. If I wanted to play, I would go find him myself, and to be honest - I don't play games anymore."
The Riddler said: "I want to wash my hands in a golden basin."
"Pfft! Stop lying, old Eddie, please, I'm here to do business today, don't make me laugh anymore."
There was a mocking smile on the clown's face. He was laughing as he said it, and he was indeed smiling, but he didn't seem to be smiling at all.
Only full of malice.
The Riddler stared intently at his face.
He said slowly: "What do you want to do?"
A gas bomb with a smiley face appeared in the clown's hand:
"No, I'll make things more interesting."
"You crazy person."
The Riddler quickly retreated to the side of the cell, his expression ugly: "You damn-"
"This formula may be older and its effect has weakened, but if you wait a few more minutes, it will still be very powerful."
As the Joker said this, he threw the gas bomb directly into the Riddler's room through the vent above the transparent cell.
"Stop it, clown, you lunatic - cough cough cough!"
Green poisonous gas quickly exploded in the room.
"Hahahaha! That's right, you come out in person, that's the point."
The clown pressed his face tightly against the transparent glass wall: "After all, if you are not in good condition, I don't want to take you to the party, right?"
Green mist rose in the room, making the clown's face hazy:
"You have always had potential, and that's what I love most about you. No one has ever been able to push the bat to the extreme like you-"
"And except for you, no one has ever had the wisdom to rival the great Bat King!"
Amid the Riddler's violent coughing, the Joker shouted:
"If you don't give him a hint, he'll never find you! Right? You always focus on the most important games, just like me!"
"Oh, Eddie! Eddie. Your mind is your most dangerous weapon, and you're better than all of us at that. You're the master of riddles in this evil city, smarter than Batman."
, better and more dangerous."
"So——"
"Why are you still wasting your life here, Eddie? I really can't bear to see you like this, I would rather you die."
The clown said: "And now it's almost your time!"
Tasting!
The transparent glass door was opened, and the Riddler stood in the middle of the separated clown gas.
"There are 46 ways to leave this cell, clown."
The Riddler said: "And only 4 of them can be completed within the time limit you set."
"The easiest thing is to hit the fragile part of the glass with the least effort. But I chose method three."
The clown pulled a smile on his face: "Hahaha, I know it, I know you haven't changed! You can always be one step ahead."
"Four hours ago, I dug a hole in the wall."
The Riddler said, looking at the door of the cell: "I changed the circuit of the door through this hole."
The clown's expression changed slightly.
"And the tool I use to dig the wall is an iron spoon."
This is unreasonable.
Batman wouldn't be stupid enough to give the Riddler an iron spoon.
The clown didn't want to hear what he said next, so he decisively turned around and ran away.
He opened his long and thin legs, jumped with agility, climbed directly over the fence, and jumped up the stairs in three or two steps. That was the door to leave the Batcave, and it was also the entrance for him to enter.
The Riddler lowered his head.
"Why are all the madmen in Arkham mobilized to deal with Bane, but I'm the only one left in the Batcave?"
"Why isn't Robin here, and neither is his butler?"
The Riddler's voice sounded from behind:
"So you get it? Clown?"
"For so many years, I have always refused to admit that Batman is smarter than me, and even now I don't admit it. But I still want to say..."
"Batman's wisdom really surpasses me in some places, such as his understanding of you. He said that you will definitely come and confirm whether the clown before was killed.
He said you will definitely come and confirm with your own eyes...
He told me a lot about you...or you guys."
Drop! Squeak...
The noisy mechanical sound started, as if there was some huge machine running.
The clown's fingertips touched the door handle.
Click! Click!
Then the next second, the world turned upside down in front of the clown.
The stairs rolled backwards, throwing the clown back to the ground like a spoon amid the sound of machinery. The ground opened and sank, swallowing the clown like an insect sealed in amber.
With the sound of a mechanical spring, the floor closed again, as if nothing had happened just now.
"You always think about the game, clown."
The Riddler stood there quietly: "But there is no more game. Whether it's me, Batman, Bane, all of us."
"You have been abandoned. From beginning to end, you are the only one who wants to play the game."
"You think it's impossible for me as another player in the game to cooperate with the boss at the end of the level."
"But this is a fallacy."
The Riddler lowered his eyebrows.
The BatComputer emits a synthesized sound:
"The air freshening system has been activated...removing the remaining clown gas..."
"Completed."
It said cheerfully:
"Have a nice clown-free afternoon!"
"The upright was once a meek one."
The Riddler groaned.
"Follow the dangerous path and go down the valley of death."
"...a shambling snake, humble, moving slowly..."
“…and the upright are furious in the wilderness…
"There are lions roaming there!"
(The verses sung by the Riddler are excerpted from "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell" by William Blake)