American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Okay, Mr. Philip, how much are you willing to pay for your hand?" The clown turned around and asked with a smile.

The hammer in his hand was pointed at Philip's right hand. A member of the Joker Gang grabbed Philip's hand and placed it on the table.

"I...you...one hundred thousand!"

Philip hesitated for a moment before shouting out the price. He was more worried that he would say something else and be attacked by the clown. Since it was an auction, there must be an option to increase the price, right?

"I'll give you two hundred thousand!" The clown grinned, raised the hammer in his hand, and smashed it on Philip's hand in front of everyone.

With a click and a heart-wrenching scream, Philip covered the back of his hands, knelt on the ground, and curled up.

"Dad..." Kate was in tears and looked at the clown viciously, wishing she could rush up and bite off a piece of her flesh.

"Okay everyone, we should continue the auction. Who will it be?" The clown staggered over with a bloody hammer in his hand, looked at the crying Kate, and walked towards her.

Philip, who was kneeling on the ground, saw the direction the clown was going and shouted quickly: "Don't touch her!"

"No." The clown said jokingly, turning his head.

Philip looked confused. "No, I can give you money! Don't touch her, don't touch her! You son of a bitch!"

Philip got up from the ground like a madman and rushed towards the clown, but was kicked down by the clown's gang.

The clown walked towards Kate and said, "Look, you always think that you can solve the problem with money, but the problem is unsolvable, isn't it?"

As he spoke, the clown raised his gun and pointed it at Kate's white forehead. Kate gritted her teeth and looked at the clown.

Ding! A light bulb on the ceiling was broken.

A man covered in a cloak walked in from outside, holding a pistol wrapped in gauze in his hand.

The Joker turned his head and looked over. Bruce, who had been hiding, looked at the Joker so close to him. He stretched out his hand and clenched his fist. He could guarantee that he could knock the Joker down within a second.

But the safety of other people's lives cannot be guaranteed. For these two options, Bruce unclenched his fist without hesitation.

He also looked over there. The man in the cloak didn't even show his eyes, but the cloak on him looked familiar to Bruce. It seemed like the curtains hanging outside.

"Joker, this is not in our plan!" the man said in a deep voice.

Voice changer! Bruce confirmed it immediately.

As someone who often uses a voice changer to cover up his voice, he is very familiar with this voice. The other party is very mysterious...

"That's your plan, it has nothing to do with me."

The Joker spun around and moved the gun from Kate's head to Bruce's head.

There was no other meaning. He didn't even know who Bruce was. Maybe the doctor was right and he wouldn't live long.

But this is not his confusion, but others'. He just wants others to live shorter than him.

"Damn it, you drug-addled lunatic!" the mysterious cloaked man cursed, "Then you'll never find the person you're looking for!"

The Joker hesitated, and Bruce was very curious about who they were talking about. Maybe, as he guessed, there was an unknown secret behind these bastards who imitated the Joker.

"Well, I think the plan should be implemented. Tell me, how much are you willing to pay for your...legs."

The clown turned around with a gun in his hand, pointed the muzzle at a man's thigh, and asked bluntly. The man was so scared that he started shaking, and all his demeanor and manner were useless.

"I..." The man's voice was trembling, and he quickly recalled his own worth in his mind. How much was it?

"Forget it." The Joker pulled the trigger and shot through the man's thigh. Amid the man's screams, he walked forward.

"Please pay a little more for your life."

The Joker threw away his pistol, took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and poured it into his mouth. This time he did not swallow it raw, but chewed it into pieces and swallowed it. The bitter taste of the medicine made him not even blink.

Bruce also saw clearly the mark on the medicine bottle. It was a sedative used to treat mental illness.

"Damn it!" The Joker shouted with gritted teeth and snatched a submachine gun from the Joker gang member next to him.

They began indiscriminately shooting at the crowd, with the sound of gunfire and the whistling of bullets.

There were also screams that sounded like the end of the world, causing the people attending the auction to scream in fear and dodge.

Bruce stretched out his hands to protect Kate under him, grabbed the seat and smashed it towards the window, causing the glass to shatter with a loud noise.

The clown's gun swept over there, and the mysterious cloaked man ran over and kicked the clown, "Are you crazy?"

"It's over..." The Joker laughed and threw the gun on the ground. He turned and walked to the auction table, knocking on the table with a hammer, shouting like a judge in a courtroom:

"Now, can you pay me for my life?"

Kate was lying under the chair, hugging her legs in fear. Bruce, who had just stuffed her under him, was nowhere to be seen.

Outside the window, Bruce took off his suit, jumped from the upper floor to the lower floor, pushed open the window and jumped in.

"Alfred, I need help! Where's the car?" Bruce said to his watch and hurried to the underground parking lot.

"I have already informed Commissioner Gordon, but your sudden departure won't cause any trouble, right?" Aldred asked in a deep voice.

"No, I can't let these guys..." Bruce shook his head halfway through his sentence, "I have to hurry!"

Bruce jumped down the stairs in two steps instead of three and pushed open the door to the underground parking lot. A man in cleaner's clothes holding a mop made way.

Bruce didn't care and ran out. The cleaner closed the door, walked up the stairs, reached into the bucket and took out a submachine gun wrapped in a waterproof bag.

"Pretending to be someone else... is not a good habit, hehehe, hahaha." Sharp laughter echoed in the staircase corridor.

As a man who has come back from the dead, the Joker has a lot to say, just like when he eats every day, he thanks God and hopes that God can make his next meal taste better.

However, he hated people with no taste. What kind of clown gang was this? It was really a bad taste, just like a failed circus, with a bunch of pitiful clowns huddled together for warmth.

The thought of it was disgusting. The clown rolled his eyes and pushed open the door. He was considering making a few holes in the fake guy's head. Maybe ten would be good.

First of all, the guy who was sorry for even smiling, pretended to be serious, oh, this is just too bad.

I don’t even know how to describe the clown. Isn’t his gorgeous performing art worth learning?

Pushing open the door, the clown raised his submachine gun, but tilted his head in surprise. Wrong way? Even worse!

The clown turned around and left with the submachine gun, but saw that there seemed to be someone else in the room?

"Knock knock knock, who's home?" The clown walked in, imitating the sound of knocking on the door, pointing the submachine gun in his hand around.

This is a sealed room that looks like a large living room. The table is covered with a white dust cloth, the chairs are placed aside, and in the distance there is... the light of a candle.

"Whose birthday is it? That's probably mine!"

I don’t know what was going on in the clown’s mind, he just ran over with a submachine gun in his arms. He liked cakes, so blowing out the candles was a must!

"Ah, is there someone else?" The clown ran over excitedly and looked at the man standing in the shadows on the side.

Then he looked at the traces of a hexagonal magic circle drawn on the floor with white powder, and the candles placed around it.

"Whose birthday is today?" the clown asked, tilting his head.

The man standing in the shadows was wearing a black robe and a metal patterned mask on his face. It was the mask of Baldwin IV, and the man wearing it was a black magician.

"If you want, it can be your birthday." The black magician said, his voice was very calm, giving people a very reliable feeling.

The clown squatted down and picked up a candle, then stood up, blew it out, and shouted happily: "Happy Birthday!"

The black magician looked at the clown and said, "You can leave now. I don't know how you got in here, but... this is not your world."

"Thank you for your advice, where is my cake?" asked the clown with a smile. He really liked this kind of little surprise.

"Outside!" The black magician waved his hand.

The candle flames on the magic circle formed a whirlwind of flames, wrapped up the clown and threw him out.

"Ouch!" The clown fell on his butt and stood up quickly in pain. When he pushed the door again, the scene inside was an auction.

The clown standing on the auction table and watching those people transfer their overseas deposits and accounts one by one also turned his head and looked over. The two clowns stared at each other.

The clown standing outside the door couldn't help laughing: "Hahahahahaha, today is such a good day. Are you the so-called... fake?"

The clown laughed happily, but the smile on his face was very ferocious, and he raised the submachine gun in his hand.

"Happy birthday!"

The submachine gun roared, and bullets flew out quickly. The cloaked man next to the auction table quickly jumped aside with the computer in his arms, and reached out to pull Philip over.

The clown on the auction table didn't move at all. He just stared at the clown outside, the source of his nightmare.

Things that couldn't be controlled by drugs were spreading wildly in his mind. At this moment he was sure that he was crazy.

He actually became a clown, what a big dream!

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.”

The clown was shot through by a bullet as he laughed wildly with his head raised. The bullet went through his body and blood splattered everywhere.

"This is such a perfect joke..." After saying this, he fell backwards to the ground.

"I actually like you a little bit."

The clown walked in from outside, looked at his other self lying in a pool of blood, and smacked his lips with some regret.

"You can discuss it in prison."

Batman's cold voice sounded from the door. When the Joker heard the voice, the regret on his face disappeared and he turned to look over.

"It's good to see you." The clown smiled and raised his hand to wipe the non-existent tears on his face. "If you are here to comfort me, I can only say that I am very sad. He died too soon. I am very... sorry."

Batman looked at the pool of blood, but did not see the Joker's body. His eyes turned cold. He was sure that it was a trick played by the guy in front of him, which made him very uncomfortable.

In another dimension, the black magician looked at the corpse on the magic circle and turned his head with some confusion.