American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The terrifying cloud that will hang over Gotham in the future, the Joker, is stepping onto the stage to show his unparalleled madness.

Now Sheriff Gordon has completely failed to realize the seriousness of the matter, or seems to be somewhat powerless to do anything about it.

Naegi didn't say much, and he didn't have any special information about the Joker. He just reported to the Gotham Police Department and officially returned to the Arkham District Police Department.

It's just that he met the Joker right after returning, and he seemed to be quite good. Naegi also wanted to meet this well-known person.

However, the current problem is to ask the logistics support technical team to come and check the situation and find out how Miss Bicardina was kidnapped.

Tonight was another sleepless night for Gordon.

After the serious crime squad took over, Miao Mu put on his coat and went to sleep in the car. He was not a member of the serious crime squad, so there was no need for him to work for nothing, and he had been busy all day.

He is also very tired. Instead of wasting time, he might as well go to bed early and get enough rest.

Besides, Falcone will not be idle, and the situation in Gotham is no longer calm. I just don’t know who will win this time.

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And Gotham's dark knight, Batman, who roams Gotham City at night, also ended his night's patrol. He lay in the Batmobile, started the automatic driving mode, and returned to the Batcave tiredly.

In the Batcave, Alfred was well prepared. When the Batmobile crashed through the waterfall and rushed in, he opened his umbrella and held it in front of him to block the splashing water.

The engine of the Batmobile quieted down, the top hatch opened, and Batman stepped out of the car, covering his arm. The remaining water stains on the metal floor were also stained red with blood.

"Master Bruce, you need to rest."

Alfred ran over and supported Batman, and walked towards the operating table. On the way, Batman took off his hood, revealing Bruce Wayne's face.

His pale face and fatigue accompanied by black eye shadow seemed like they were engraved on his face, making him look very weak.

Lying on the operating table, Alfred put on gloves and skillfully began the suturing operation. He could no longer remember how many times he had used a needle to sew things.

If possible, he would rather sew some rag dolls for children to play with, rather than stitching up the flesh of a person who was trying to show off.

"You can't go on like this. You have a limit."

"Batman has no limits..."

Bruce frowned slightly with his eyes closed. He lay on the bed and almost fell asleep.

"Can you tell me why you are doing this? I'm really worried. Maybe one day I won't be able to wait for the car to take you back."

"revenge!"

Bruce said it all succinctly.

"Okay, the wound has been stitched up, you change your clothes, it's best to go get some sleep, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Bruce opened his eyes, got off the operating table, and took off his armor, which was riddled with bullet holes.

The firepower of those bastards increased again. Who would have thought that a thug who robbed a store could hold a submachine gun in his hand.

"I want you to lie in bed and sleep instead of sitting in front of the computer and continue your tasks." Alfred took off his gloves and said helplessly.

"I won't put things off until tomorrow, and neither will the criminals. Besides, it's not too late now." Bruce adjusted the Batcomputer and began to browse Gotham's criminal records.

Alfred glanced at the watch on his wrist. Well, it would be dawn soon. Picking up the armor on the ground, Alfred hung the equipment on a rack on the side.

"He's back?" Bruce muttered softly, tapping his fingers on the computer a few times.

Only a few cameras at the intersections popped up Miaomu's figure and photos, and the information comparison has begun.

Arkham Police Department, Senior Detective, Naegi.

"You, young detective, probably won't like the bats flying around in the sky. You should have a drink and go to bed early."

As if by magic, Alfred took out a cup of rich milk from behind him and placed it in front of Bruce.

Bruce took a sip of the milk, adjusting his computer and checking the official database of the Gotham Police Department.

"Afu, what do you think his name should be?"

Bruce put the Joker's playing card on the screen and started spinning it, with the Joker grinning.

"Circus clowns are there to make people laugh, but in this kind of scene, they seem...very uncomfortable."

Alfred said truthfully as Bruce looked at the latest case in the Major Crimes Unit, the Bicardina kidnapping.

After searching the Batcomputer, photos of Vicardina holding Falcone's arm and going in and out of celebrity places popped up one by one, as well as proof of assets in her name.

"Master, I still have to remind you that you should rest."

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“Beep, beep, la la, la la la!”

Boom, boom, boom! There was a burst of intense drum beats, accompanied by a gong sound, and the curtain on the stage was suddenly pulled open.

A clown with pale skin and dark green hair walked out from behind and raised his hand and waved it around, as if greeting the audience.

Then, the clown performed a tap dance on the stage made of wooden boxes, with his hands on his waist, and his big leather shoes made a rubbing sound as he stepped on the wooden boxes.

"Whoa! Look who this is! Who am I?!"

The clown asked loudly, putting his hand to his ear and tilting his head, as if he was listening to the answers from the audience below the stage.

"clown!!!"

The clown clapped his hands, jumped up, stomped hard on the wooden board, and pulled a rope next to it.

A spotlight shone on him.

"It's me!"

The clown hooked his hands on his lips, and his fingers followed the cut on his cheek, pulling out a big smile that was hideous, twisted, and terrifying.

“Wuwuwu~Wuwuwu…” Bicardina, who was tied to a chair, shook her head and struggled violently.

She wore a green wig that looked like seaweed and had exaggerated clown makeup on her face. Her makeup was ruined because she was crying from fear.

"Shh!" The clown stretched out his finger and blew it to his mouth, then took out a revolver from his arms and put it into his mouth.

Then, staring blankly at the Vikadina below the stage, the clown pulled the trigger with a click and shed tears.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha."

The clown threw his head back and laughed wildly, tears streaming down his face. He pointed the pistol at the ceiling and pulled the trigger, with a bang.

The clown was so scared that he trembled all over and his gun fell to the ground. He lowered his head and a shadow covered his face.

"Don't take life so seriously. Falcone will spend money on you, won't he? You are the most beautiful little cutie."

The clown raised his head, his expression turned into a grin again, and he jumped down from the stage. This was in a warehouse.

It didn't originally belong to the Joker, but after the Joker used a crowbar to knock a hole in the administrator's head, this place became his, and no one has objected until now.