All Worlds Madhouse

Under the contrast of light and darkness, the entire amusement park looks weird, but it is undeniable that tonight is the day when the number of customers here has been the highest in several years.

A large number of police officers rushed into the park

"Head, look at that!" a policeman pointed at the top of the Ferris wheel not far away and shouted.

Gordon took the telescope handed over by the man and soon found the body of the exchange director tied to the Ferris wheel.

"That's fucking crazy!" The scene in the telescope made Gordon's heart whirlwind: "Find someone quickly and get the body down. The others quickly find the murderer. Don't miss every corner." Yes, don’t let him die!”

Somewhere in the amusement park, a strange figure was running fast.

"Hahaha, you look like this, it's really weird. Why do you hide yourself under a cloak?" The clown shouted in his high-pitched voice while running aimlessly.

"Are you afraid to face your face? Or do you have any bad memories? Well, let me think about it. Most freaks have an unpleasant childhood. So... you were domestically abused when you were a child. Did it happen? Haha, did your father do something unbearable to you? Or did he simply die in front of you? "

Behind him, a group of black shadows kept appearing alternately in the night and light. He was chasing the screams, and the screams seemed to be tempting him towards the abyss.

"I know you don't want to reminisce. In fact, I do too. We are the same kind of people, haha! Yes, memories are the most disgusting thing, because they record our actions and remind us of our reason. Listen to this word, reason! Wisdom!! Obviously this thing makes us unbearable and makes us miserable. It is like a lead ball tied to our waist, trying desperately to pull me down, but we still want to pull it. Isn’t this ridiculous behavior?”

"Okay, okay, actually, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. Listen, there is a place for you in my chaotic memory. I don't know who you are, but I really like to talk to you now. You chat, even when you are chasing me. Hahaha. So I guess you also like chasing me, right? Then come on, catch up with me, and I will"

Before he finished speaking, the clown rushed into the entertainment facilities of an amusement park.

"Master Wayne, please allow me to remind you that your heart rate has just reached 110 beats per minute."

Alfred's voice rang out from Batman's hood.

"I was just running," Wayne said.

"However, your heart rate rarely exceeds 70 during the most strenuous exercise. Therefore, I have to suspect that the words said to you by the person you are chasing have affected your spirit."

"He did have an influence, but he couldn't break me."

Batman said, cutting off the conversation with his butler, and then chased after him.

The next second after entering the building facility, the person Batman bumped into was himself!

Mirror house.

Almost all amusement parks have this thing. To put it bluntly, this is a maze. The only difference is that its walls are made of glass and mirrors.

"Hey, friend, you were also shocked, right? I was also shocked when I came in just now, hehehehe." The clown's voice echoed between the mirrors, and the direction could not be heard at all: "Where did we just talk? Oh, by the way, I seem to know you. So, you must be a very important person. Maybe you are my benefactor, maybe you turned me into what I am now. Then, what I am worried about now is , should I make friends with you, or should I kill you?"

"No, you don't have to worry, because I will catch you and send you to a mental hospital." Batman said, punching the mirror in front of him.

"What? Hahaha - are you kidding? If you send me to a mental hospital, then they will have two patients because you are just like me!" The clown said: "Besides, I don't think so There's something wrong with both of our minds. Look at this city, this world, look at the headlines in the daily newspapers. They are all about rape, poverty, murder, explosions, and homeless people freezing to death. Are you there? Under such circumstances, you still want to send people to a mental hospital? Haha! Do you expect people to be cured there? "

Listening to these annoying sounds, Batman waved his fist and broke all the mirrors and glass. Finally, after swinging his fist towards another mirror

The mirror shattered in response, and his own reflection also shattered. At the same time, what replaced his reflection was the madman who had been screaming. At this moment, the man had taken off his ridiculous top hat, revealing the The terrifying face met Batman's eyes.

"Hahahaha - very good, it seems you caught me, so, you."

"Bang!" With a punch, Batman hit the Joker directly in the face.

"Ah ha ha ha - okay, hit, hit hard, everyone has the right to go crazy, and you are no exception!" The clown said with a smile while enduring the blow, as if the pain could only make him laugh.

"I won't go crazy. Besides, I just beat you and won't judge you. The people who decide your fate are the police."

With that said, Batman lifted up the Joker and slammed him against the wall of the mirror room.

These facilities are all temporary and the walls are not very strong, so with this hit, the clown directly collapsed the wooden wall and flew out.

He fell to the ground and rolled around several times before finally stopping under a beam of light.

Unfortunately, not far away, a large group of police officers searched the place.

"Hi! He's here! We found him!" A person immediately shouted on the phone, and in an instant, all the police gathered in this direction.

"What? Ahem - Ahaha." The clown got up with difficulty: "Aren't you crazy? Haha, come on, haven't you heard that all mentally ill people will not admit that they are mentally ill? Moreover, crazy people are not crazy Not just you, but the world.”

After saying that, the clown suddenly took out a revolver he didn't know where he got from his waist, and then fired at the police officers not far away.

"Bastard!" Batman yelled, and instantly took out a batarang and threw it, knocking the gun out of the clown's hand.

However, the clown didn't have the slightest fear of losing his weapon. Instead, he simply opened his hands as if he were ending a performance.

"Look, I'm a madman, I'm a murderer, and I'm a terrorist who shoots at the police. But... hahaha, I told you, the world has gone crazy a long time ago!"

He said with a smile, straightening his chest.

A dense crowd of policemen had gathered in front of him, but no one pointed a gun at the clown.

All the guns were pointed at Batman, who had just saved this group of people.