All Worlds Madhouse

The sky was covered by tens of thousands of bats, blocking out the sun. However, people in the castle on the other side did not notice this strangeness. They were all attracted by the embarrassing scene in front of them.

Bruce Wayne and the Joker sit side by side against the wall.

Needless to say, the clown's muscles have not moved for decades and have long since atrophied to the point where it is difficult to even stand up, and he can only slump in a wheelchair.

Bruce Wayne, on the other hand, was still in a very weak state of mind because he had just encountered sin head-on. He could only lean against the wall to barely remain seated.

Therefore, these two old enemies who would definitely beat and fight each other when they met in the past could only sit quietly at this moment, unable to do anything.

After a long time, Batman probably felt that sitting like this was too awkward, so he chose to speak first to break the silence.

"Say, I heard you were dead, how come you came back to life?"

"Hey!! Hahaha - you spoke first, you lose!" When the clown heard Bruce speak, he immediately started shouting excitedly.

Wayne looked uncomfortable: "I'm not competing with you to see who can let go first. This is not a couple's quarrel!"

"What? A husband and wife are not quarreling?" The clown looked shocked: "Counting the time, I thought the seven-year itch had passed between us."

"I haven't known you that long. I'm just 25 years old. In my dimension, I've only known you for less than two years. And in my dimension, you're not that talkative!" Bruce almost said Said in a roaring manner.

"Okay, okay~" The clown looked helpless, nodding like he was coaxing a child: "It's only been two years, but it's not bad. At least you are still fresh to me. You know, in order to keep this fresh Feeling, I have to come up with some new ideas every now and then to attract your attention. Bank robbery is too cliche, bombs, poison gas, and I even imagined kidnapping the Justice League. Oh, by the way, in your position You haven't created such a small 'playing house' group yet."

"Okay, shut up, you bastard!" Bruce shouted unbearably, "I'm asking you a question, shouldn't you be dead?"

"It's true that he died, or you or something like that, but the group of people outside the door brought me back to life again. Oh, come to think of it, I forgot to say thank you. I should mail them some gifts when I find time."

"No one wants to receive your gift. Besides, it wasn't me who killed you, but the madman in the Batcave. By the way, there are at least 80 Batmans in the Batcave now. If you like to talk to Batman Play, I could offer to throw you into the Batcave, they would be happy.”

"No, no, no~" the clown said quickly: "Those little bats are all crazy, the kind that have been damaged by playing with them, and toys that are broken are no longer interesting. Speaking of which, I like you more now."

"That's disgusting. You should pray that you recover faster than me, otherwise as long as I can move first, I guarantee that the first thing I will do is break your legs."

"Oh~ you are so rude, but I like it"

"." Now Bruce knows why no matter which version of him sees the clown, he goes up to him and beats him up, because it is so uncomfortable to argue with this guy.

At this moment, the door to the room suddenly opened, and Hannibal came over.

"Hey, I didn't disturb the world between you two." He said calmly.

"No!"

"A little bit!"

Joker and Bruce shouted in unison.

Hannibal nodded: "Okay, I can apologize to you, but I think you should come and see that Harley Quinn is awake."

"Oh, is that little sweetheart awake?" The clown's attention was immediately taken away: "I really love that little girl. She just wanted to kill me with a gun. Hehehe, it must feel great. .”

Saying that, the clown immediately struggled, straightened his body, and then turned the wheels of the wheelchair with all his strength, moving forward smoothly.

"What happened to Quinn?" Bruce asked.

"These kids just made a resurrection sacrifice ceremony. The sacrifice was Harley Quinn, but Quinn was lucky not to die. Of course, she still paid some price, such as memory."

"Memory? Did Quinn lose her memory?"

"Yes, uh. You'd better come and take a look. Meeting some old friends will help restore memory." Hannibal said, and walked over to help Bruce.

"That's crazy, I just had a fight with that Joker guy, and now I have to go over and help Harley Quinn get her memory back," Wayne muttered, following Hannibal out of the room.

On the opposite side of the corridor was another room. Hannibal opened the door and went in. Wayne found that everyone in the room was gathered together with sad faces. On the bed on the other side, Quinn was huddled in the corner and looking across. , with a look of horror on his face.

As soon as she saw Wayne and Hannibal walking in, Quinn immediately burst out into another yell.

"Get away from me! You crazy guys!!"

Wayne looked at him with a strange expression: "Well, I never thought that one day Quinn would call someone crazy."

"I never thought about it. Come here quickly. The person who has just woken up cannot be too stimulated." Ziliang waved to him in a depressed tone: "By the way, Hannibal, you can't let her be quiet." What?"

"Of course not. Although she signaled, she is still the carrier of the sin fragments. I can't do anything with her. It would be okay if she could cooperate with me in counting sheep, but obviously she doesn't want to listen to me."

"Hey - it's really hard to handle. Are we just going to watch her cower in the corner? Who can make her cooperate?"

at this time

The clown pushed his wheelchair forward and moved closer.

"Do you want to hear a joke?"

"Don't want to! Stay away from me, oh God, your face is so ugly!"

"My face?? Oh, by the way, I thought of a joke about a clown."

He ignored Quinn's expression of horror and disgust and said to himself.

"The joke goes like this:

One day a man went to see a doctor. He said he was depressed, that life seemed unforgiving and cruel, and that he felt alone in a world full of threats.

After a detailed examination, the doctor found that there was nothing wrong with the man's body, so the doctor suggested that he get more rest and go see a circus performance.

"The circus is new to the city. Their performances are wonderful, especially the clown. He is very good. He will definitely make you laugh and make you forget your worries."

But just as he was talking, the man suddenly cried loudly: "But doctor, I am the clown."

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