American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Alfred? Are you talking about the old butler? He's not here, but you'll be seeing him soon."

Strange pulled a syringe gun from his belt, tested it under the light, then put it to his neck and pulled the trigger.

The drug inside was injected into the body. Strange grinned and said, "Do you think tomorrow morning's news will be about a wealthy son of Gotham committing suicide on the street?"

Batman responded with a fist.

Without any pause, Batman's attack was like a storm, all falling on Strange.

Breaking through Strange's defense, a complete set of Wing Chun Japanese punches, without any pause, all hit Strange's chest, and the Slav bulletproof vest made a muffled sound.

"How cruel..." Strange was beaten back repeatedly, keeping some distance, holding his chest and gasping for breath.

If it weren't for the shot of enhancer, I might not be able to beat him, but... the drug is taking effect.

Strange raised his head and shook his neck. This body might not be that good, but it was what he cherished the most...

Batman punched again, and this time Strange did not dodge. Instead, he easily caught Batman's fist with one hand.

"Let's have some fun and see who's Batman!"

Strange smiled, grabbed Batman's fist, clenched his fingers, and kicked Batman's right leg.

The right leg, which was already injured, made a loud bang and the bone was fractured!

Batman's eyelids twitched due to the pain. He could only reach out and grab his leg to tighten the protection measures inside again, tighten the steel wire, and forcibly fix his right leg.

Strange rushed forward, and Batman flicked his cloak, and several bat darts flew out under the cover of the cloak.

Strange's forward steps were interrupted by bat darts, but those bat darts were not aimed at Strange. Instead, they flew around him and hit the light bulb on the ceiling.

There was a crackling sound, followed by darkness after the light bulb went out. Strange put on his thermal sensing night vision goggles again and looked around.

Batman had disappeared without a trace, and even the thermal sensor could not detect any trace.

Hiding in the darkness, this is a skill that Batman surpasses Ra's Hogwarts in the League of Assassins. Of course, at that time, Ra's Hogwarts' mentor was named Henri Ducard.

"You're really good at hiding, but I feel like you're here..."

Strange muttered to himself, trusting his instincts and reactions more than what he saw with his eyes.

As an expert in playing with other people's minds, Strange knows very well how to confirm the truth.

At the same time, there was another guy being played by him.

In the basement laboratory of Arkham Asylum, he was in deep pain.

Jeremiah Arkham, who came to Arkham Asylum with a mission, everything has been a nightmare since he arrived here.

The only good thing was that he had paid off his gambling debts using a check Bruce Wayne had given him.

However, what made him miserable was that someone had tampered with his mind and he could not resist Hugo Strange's orders.

Just like a dog, being ordered around by him, and he was unable to put up any resistance. It was like there was an invisible chain around his neck, controlling his consciousness.

He hadn't slept for several days, and he couldn't fall into a deep sleep. It was like there was a nail stuck in his brain, and he would be awakened once he fell into a deep sleep.

He was going crazy... He had forgotten what he had eaten this morning. Maybe he had eaten nothing at all. But he didn't feel hungry, but his stomach was growling...

Jeremiah sat on the chair and fell into a trance again. He even had hallucinations. Maybe... he should get something to refresh himself, he thought.

Why did he have hallucinations? Because he saw the clown in the glass jar waving at him. How could this not be an hallucination?

The Joker is dead, and his body has been injected with preservatives and has become a private collection of Hugo Strange.

If it weren't for him, he might not be so unlucky. Jeremiah closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep...

Ding! A metallic collision sound was heard.

Jeremiah was frightened awake, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself tied to the table and his clothes had been stripped off. Before he could finish being surprised, a terrified man walked over to him.

"Hehehe, you're awake? It just so happens that I prepared a gift for you. Don't you hate the things in your mind..."

The clown walked over with a grin on his face, wearing the clothes taken off Jeremiah, which fit him perfectly. He was also holding a piece of wire in his hand.

The neutral wire and the live wire in the electrical wire were separated, and the copper wires in the two wires were twisted into needle-like shapes. The clowns also collided with each other, and a spark came out.

"No...no, no! Don't!" Jeremiah looked at the clown, walked up to him with the wire, and began to struggle.

The clown didn't care about his struggles. He just wanted to have some fun and be happy first, for example...

The clown held two needle-like wires in front of Jeremiah's nostrils, and Jeremiah was so scared that he lost his voice.

With a swish, the electric wire pierced into his nostrils. Jeremiah screamed, and blood spurted out of his nose as the electric current surged.

Jeremiah was struggling violently on the table like a fish that had fallen to the ground. The clown looked at him with a satisfied smile on his face.

But... I always feel like something is missing... The clown looked up and thought for a moment, and the smile on his face instantly fell.

Barbatos...what a boring monster.

The clown snorted. He was still alive. Maybe he should thank that guy. Well, he might as well make three holes in his head as a reward for his gratitude, or bury him!

Watching Jeremiah screaming and struggling on the table, the clown soon became bored and took out a scalpel from the table next to him.

The clown sat cross-legged on the table, and in front of Jeremiah's horrified eyes, he cut a circle along his face, then stretched out his pale fingers and used his fingertips to pry open the skin.

“No…” Jeremiah’s tears fell.

He already had a premonition of what would happen next, but he still wanted to beg the clown not to do that...

The clown looked at him crying, shook his head pitifully, pierced his fingers along the cut skin, hooked his face, and pulled it up hard.

The sound of flesh being torn apart became, in Jeremiah's mind, the sound of cloth being torn.

Blood flowed down his face, and he felt a burning pain on his face, as if it was covered with chili powder.

The clown took a bloody face and put it on his own face without any disgust, then smiled at Jeremiah.

It's like saying, do I look good like this?

The clown hummed a song and walked around the laboratory with a shameless look, then he saw the computer on the desk and the surveillance footage on the wide screen above.

Wow, it's little bats, and two of them! Double the fun!

The clown immediately perked up and looked at the surveillance footage above, even though the scene was dark.

However, under the thermal sensing surveillance camera, the whereabouts of the two of them can still be seen clearly from a God's perspective.

"Oh, little bat, you are so cute." The clown smiled with his hands clasped together, and tried to stick the bloody face to his own face, but it didn't stick. He opened the drawer and searched for something.

He took out a stapler and stapled the skin to his face with the stapler, click, click. Blood flowed from his pale cheek, but the clown didn't care.

Instead, he picked up the documents in the drawer and started reading something until he saw a Batman logo drawn on Bruce Wayne's file.

He was angry, and his face couldn't hide his anger. That was Batman, and that was a diamond he found, but now it was touched by someone else...

A look of panic appeared on the clown's face, followed by a destructive evil laugh. He should be the protagonist of this game!

These damn bastards stole his scene!