Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

“However, if anyone wants to act like a big shot and run off, not wanting to act anymore, that's fine. But now the entire Arkham is sealed off. Whether you can escape depends on your own abilities. If not, then tonight there will only be two outcomes.”

“One is to select a new lead actor, and the other is that our great Batman defeats all the villains and locks you all back up.”

“Of course, I think no one would refuse this opportunity to play games with the Bat, would they?”

The released prisoners gathered together, cheering.

Blaming Batman is politically correct in Arkham.

And everyone loves to do it.

“Where is that bat? I can't wait to break his spine again.”

Bane snapped a thick iron gate with one hand, eager to try.

“Don't worry, buddy, I've prepared a gift for everyone, a gift that allows everyone to break the Bat's spine.”

The Joker gesticulated wildly.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let's get ready to move!”

Black Mask spat into his hands and rubbed them together.

“Alright, but I need some strong guys to stay behind and help me hold off Batman for a while. Of course, it would be even better if you could just take care of Batman directly.”

The Joker chuckled.

Many criminals were already impatient, especially those who were confident in their strength.

Like Bane, Killer Croc, etc.

Black Mask also followed, carrying a gun he had snatched from a guard.

Clearly, he had forgotten what Shimizu had said earlier.

Soon, the Joker's next plan was revealed to everyone.

Titan Formula.

Or rather, a modified version of the Titan Formula, created by Bane's attending physician, Penelope Young.

This doctor originally aimed to reverse-engineer the Titan Formula to cure Bane's addiction, but accidentally created this stronger Titan II version.

It doesn't require carrying a large tank like Bane, where you revert to normal once the tube is pulled out. You can gain Titan-like strength simply by injecting it.

However, the downside is that it has a greater impact on sanity, and the transformed body will be more monstrous than Bane's.

“Dear Dr. Young, please tell me, where did you hide that stuff?”

In the office of the head of neurology, the Joker said with a smile to a female doctor in a white coat, and conjured a rose from his sleeve with a snap of his fingers, as if by magic.

“I've already thrown them all away. Don't even think about it.”

Penelope Young, tied to a chair with rope, spat at the Joker.

“Oh, really? Would you really be willing to part with all your hard work? Let me think, you probably didn't have the chance to throw things very far, so you must have thrown them into some corner that is not easily discovered, right?”

The Joker looked around the office, not finding anything unusual.

“Um, Mr. Joker, how about I take a look? I was a forensic doctor before coming to Arkham, and I also understand criminal investigation. Maybe I can find something different.”

A strong man raised his hand.

The Joker gestured for him to proceed.

The strong man stepped forward and asked Young a few questions.

He didn't get an answer, but the strong man didn't mind. He just observed Young's expression and then led people to conduct a carpet search of the office.

The whole process was methodical and orderly. Even Dr. Young's pink, long, vibrating dildo hidden in the cabinet was found.

Finally, they did indeed find something unusual.

It was a painting. When pushed aside, there was a safe inside.

“That… I can pick locks. I just need the paperclip on his desk.”

A henchman said embarrassedly.

Shimizu, standing at the door like a lackey, couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

As expected of Arkham, a place full of talented people.

The guy straightened the paperclip, inserted it into the keyhole, wiggled it up and down a few times, took it out and looked at it a few times, then twisted the shape of the top of the paperclip and inserted it again.

With a slight turn, the safe was easily opened.

A burst of cold air came out.

It was a freezer, with test tubes containing green liquid neatly arranged inside.

Titan II Venom.

“Ah ha, I knew you were hiding something good here, but why are there only these? You know what I want most.”

The Joker raised Dr. Young's chin, his eyes flashing with dangerous light.

“I told you, it was thrown away by me, swept into the toilet, maybe it's in the sewer? But that formula is just a piece of paper, it should be completely destroyed now.”

Dr. Young's eyes showed fear, but she retorted at the Joker without hesitation.

“Oh… you really make me feel unpleasant, little cutie, but I like a hot-tempered girl like you.”

The Joker took out a small knife from his pocket again, gesturing at Dr. Young.

“Dear Mr. J, what did you say? I heard that ~”

A lively female voice sounded from the walkie-talkie hanging on the Joker's chest, Harley Quinn's jealous voice.

“Oh, it's okay, Harley, I just wanted to tell this Dr. Young my story, for example… do you know how my mouth became like this? When I was a child, my father would come home drunk and abuse me, using shards of broken bottles to cut open my mouth, just because my mother refused to give him my tuition to gamble with…”

Shimizu at the door couldn't help but curl his lips.

There are countless origins of the Joker's split mouth, and no one knows which one is real and which one is fake.

“Poor Mr. J, your past experiences are really heartbreaking.”

The Joker ignored Harley's words in the walkie-talkie, but stretched the knife into Dr. Young's mouth.

“Why so serious? Dr. Young? Do you want me to make you like me, always happy? Of course, as long as you are willing to give me the formula, we can also be very happy.”

“You're dreaming.”

Dr. Young said vaguely.

“Dear Mr. J, you have to hurry up, that waste Bane was locked back in the cage by the Bat again, Batman will soon chase you back there.”

In the control room of Arkham Asylum, Harley Quinn put her legs on the table, watching the surveillance screen.

“Looks like the plan has to change.”

The Joker coldly pulled out the knife.

“Doctor, are you sure only you know the formula?”

“Of course, so as long as I don't tell you, you will never know the formula.”

“Bang!”

The Joker drew his pistol and pulled the trigger at Dr. Young's head.

“Very good, this way Batman won't be able to get the formula either, and he won't be able to make an antidote in a short time.”