DC Tyrant

Upstairs of the dilapidated residents, the bat lamp is like a pillar of sky looking over the dark clouds, reflecting a huge bat.

Gordon pressed the clown playing card tightly in his hand, looked up at the sky, expecting the figure of Batman to descend from the sky.

"What's up?"

Suddenly, Batman's deep voice came from behind him.

Batty was wearing bat equipment and turned into Batman. He stepped onto the dilapidated water tower on the roof, his bat cloak fluttering in the wind, and looked down at Gordon.

He landed lightly from the bat-fighter that was already mimicking and invisible in the sky. According to Batman's memory, he found a place that Gordon couldn't see as always, and then stepped forward, his figure was raised, and his cloak fluttered in the dark night. , with a somewhat mysterious and stalwart condescension, he asked Gordon.

Of course, it was also because of the drop-in, and in the future, Gotham Bati will inevitably deal with Gordon, and will even hand over Gotham to him in the future, so, just pass by and take a look at Gordon.

"Barbara got caught by the Joker! I know she's Batgirl!"

Gordon gritted his teeth and looked back at Batman with heartache.

It's really hard to predict what will happen when my own daughter falls into the hands of a neurotic like the clown.

"Get her back, please!"

Gordon raised the big trump card in his hand, with faint tears and a request for the last hope.

Badi looked at the vicissitudes of Gordon in the dark night, then turned to look at the clown playing card, and then thought that the destination of the clown was the TV station, and he already had some answers, he said in a low and deep voice: "Go back to watching TV! I'll get her back."

After Badi finished speaking, he jumped back and disappeared from the night. From the dilapidated residential building, he unfolded his bat cloak and began to fall.

At this time, in the dark street, a Batmobile was far away on the road, like a ghost in the dark night, the engine spewed azure blue and accelerated, and it was speeding towards it in an instant.

Gordon was about to say that he also planned to rescue his daughter together, but before he could say it, Batman jumped off the building directly, and the speed of his reaction was too slow.

Gordon's heart skipped a beat.

A few steps ran to the edge of the roof, looked around, and saw Batman just landed on the driver's seat of the Batmobile, and then smartly covered the Batmobile's hood. Under his shocked gaze, the Batmobile flew away in the dark night. go.

After a while, it turned into a small dot, shining in the dark night.

"Master, do you think you can really fly? Just now, the speed exceeded 120 kilometers per hour. You can't just jump just to look handsome when you jump off."

Alfred was simply terrified. In the past, the master was very powerful, and his body was at the limit of human beings, but he couldn't do such a thrilling behavior.

If there's a slight difference between the speed of the car and the physical fall, and it almost doesn't fall into the driver's seat, then it's over.

Even if it falls into the driver's seat, it is equivalent to being hit at a functional speed of 120 kilometers. If it were not for the Kelaf armor and the buffer of the driver's seat, it would probably have become a meatloaf, which is too much to imagine.

"I've calculated everything and it's safe."

Barty straightened his waist, his spine gurgled, and a sense of comfort surged into his heart directly from the tail keel along the spine. Under the buffer of muscles and many equipment, after the angle he calculated, it was just A warm up while.

What he can do and calculate by using Bruce's human-limited body is far more limited than the original Batman. within safe limits.

"Okay! You are mighty, you are powerful, you are omnipotent."

Alfred was very helpless, and continued: "From the detection just now, the roof of the Gotham TV headquarters is already covered with bombs, and there is no way to enter from there."

"See which floor the clown is on?"

"According to the monitoring and route of black entry, the figure of the clown appeared on the 3rd, 6th, 7th, 10th, 15th, and 17th floors respectively. A group of guys from the clown gang gathered on the 17th floor, so the clown is on the 17th floor?"

"Not necessarily, find out which floor can be broadcast live, such as the live news hall. Barbara was captured, and the clown will want the whole of Gotham to see the true face of Batman girl. Abuse Barbara in front of Citizen Tan."

"OK, so he will broadcast live, so the 17th floor is excluded. The 17th floor is a place for a group of leaders to have a banquet, so they were held hostage by the clown gang. It's possible the clown is there."

"Very well, prepare the remote control bat fighter to cover me, I will climb outside the building and find the clown."

"You don't plan to jump off the building again, do you?"

"have no idea."

Barty said indifferently, and through the front windshield of the car, he had already seen the Gotham Television Headquarters.

The building is much shorter than that of Wayne Enterprises, and there is no comparison.

Batty stopped the Batmobile in a hidden place. With a short figure, in a corner, he observed two security guards in blue security uniforms at the door.

The security guard looked bored, the hat on his head was crooked, and he kept shaking his baton. He didn't look like a security guard at all, and the other was more presumptuous. Psychedelic enjoyment on the ground.

"It seems that the entire building is under the control of the Clown Gang. In five minutes, Gordon will be notified to clean up the venue."

Bady glanced at the gate and said in the communicator.

Immediately, he took two steps back, turned on the thermal imaging detection of the bat helmet, and two suction plates appeared in his hands, and began to climb up the wall, like a spider, climbing on the outside of the building. The Imperial Metropolis placed a small nerve gas inside, enough to paralyze all ordinary people on a floor, temporarily comatose, and unable to move.

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The twentieth floor.

In a dark room, a beam of bright light fell from the roof, shining on Batwoman Barbara, who was wearing a bat outfit and lay unconscious on the bed. He lay unconscious on a dilapidated square table, just like Snow White. deep sleep.

On the side, there were a lot of backstage live broadcast staff trembling, under the control of the pistols of the clown gang, they began to prepare for the live broadcast.

"Headset...ready to finish..."

"The camera is ready..."

"Cut off other broadcast TV..."

"It's ok... start broadcasting..."

The staff responsible for the camera was trembling and trembling.

The clown was wearing a purple tuxedo, with algae-green hair on his head, specially trimmed and combed back, and a pale, dyed face, which also looked a bit energetic.

He pointed at the staff of the camera lightly with his finger, pouted and said, "Don't shake, don't be afraid, I just want to use this method to notify the little bat to come and have a fun with the whole city."

The clown smiled and shook his fingers at the staff of the camera, then turned around, combed his trimmed green algae hair back with both hands, walked into the light beam, and started his hosting career.

With the snap of the clown's fingers, the live broadcast...began.

The face of the clown immediately appeared in Gotham, on every family TV.

"Everyone... Everyone knows that Bruce is Batman. How long will it take Batman to find me from now on?"

"Little bat, I'm looking forward to you."

"Now, let's play a game, Batgirl..."

Just as the clown was holding a scalpel, hosting, and slicing across Batgirl's face.

suddenly.

On the TV screen, a pistol was silently captured, pointing at the clown's temple.

"Game over, Joker."