The Death Knell

After killing the guards he bribed earlier, the clown picked up his keys and wandered around the three underground floors as if he were going shopping.

He remembered that Bain's room used to be in the corner, and there would always be roars coming from there.

But he doesn't plan to release Bane. He doesn't like that stupid guy, especially if he changes Gotham's name to Bane's City? puff!

This is the city of the Prince of Crime and Batman, who is Bane? What qualifications does he have to rule here? It's a joke that's not funny at all, and makes people feel sad from the bottom of their hearts.

The clown was not in a hurry, he was even so leisurely that he could stand on each iron door surveillance window to see what was inside, just like looking at gifts in socks on the morning after Christmas.

And he randomly releases some people he finds interesting, or goes in and kills them himself, without any reason other than being happy or unhappy.

In this way, with his former prestige, he quickly pulled out an army of prisoners, and with a little trick, he tricked these people into attacking the guards' defensive line.

He is still underground, looking for his past room.

"Mr. Spoon, do you think the tunnel we dug before is still there?" He laughed wildly while talking to the spoon in his hand, which was his little treasure.

In his frantic vision, he saw Spoon open his mouth and answer him, pointing in a direction.

"Oh? You said this place smells like the Laughing Bat has been there? Then I have to visit his failed work, hehe, haha."

After muttering to himself, he skipped towards the infirmary, sniffing like a dog along the way, as if laughing wildly had a real flavor.

He pushed open the door of the infirmary and saw the body on the bed.

It was like a slaughterhouse. There were a lot of bite marks on the corpses, intestines and stomachs were scattered everywhere, and a big smiling face was painted on the wall.

"Huh? Isn't this... isn't this Bruce's cheap daddy? He was killed by the Laughing Bat, or he was so angry that he killed him in anger." The clown held his Mr. Spoon and walked into the room. Come to the corpse and watch it slowly.

There is no beauty in Laughing's killing methods. He doesn't like explosions or dissections. He just wants to win, so this killer's life seems a bit rough in Gotham.

The Joker felt that maybe Killer Croc would be cleaner than him, at least when it came to dealing with internal organs.

But who can blame this? The fake Batman was originally a person who adhered to the principle of not killing. Even if he went crazy and went on a killing spree, it was enough to be able to hand in such an assignment.

"Spoon, what do you think we should do? We came a step too late. Thomas refused the invitation to laugh wildly and was killed. Where should we find the madman?"

"..." The tableware was silent.

"Well, well, what you said makes sense, but I can't go to Batman's house to report his funeral now. It's not very appropriate, haha." The clown kissed the spoon, then licked the cut corner of his mouth, feeling the sting. The pain is beautiful: "But if the Laughing Bat is active in the city, the bat should find it here soon. I have to walk first, oh ho ho..."

He pressed the spoon and moved it, which was also regarded as a nod.

"Let's go, let's change into a purple suit first, and then put on some laughing gas. I have to go to the Kingdom of Orangutans to meet His Majesty the King. Hey, you can't lose your etiquette. Do you think he would do it if I gave Grodd the peaches with spices? Like it?"

Spoon: "..."

"That's it! Let's go, hehe!"

The second clown laughed up to the sky and went out. He is still mentally ill today.

............................

The Joker is indeed the person who knows Batman best. After Arkham sends an alarm, he even knows how long it will take for the latter to arrive.

Almost five minutes after he left here, Batman rushed into the asylum wrapped in a black shadow.

He knocked down the prisoners who escaped from prison one by one along the way. Without wasting too much time, he soon arrived at the door of the infirmary.

Although Batman knew that Thomas was not his real father, that face, the tone of his voice, and the same memory all gave Bruce a little hope.

It was the placebo effect, and he knew it.

But even so, he still hoped that Thomas could be locked up here forever so that he could visit when he remembered.

What are you looking at? I don't know, maybe I just want to see him alive.

Unfortunately, it seems that this goal cannot be achieved now. The old man, who was disemboweled and whose bones were cut into sections, is looking at the ceiling with his eyes blankly, lying there with his back stretched out.

As the black cloak swayed, Batman also walked to the bedside, and even stepped on the spot where the Joker was standing just now.

"Just now the patients said you let them out, what do you say?" He said to himself.

"It's not me, this is an obvious slander." He changed to a high-pitched and funny voice, and said to himself again: "You know, I am with you, Gaga, how obedient I am, by the way, You must have mixed feelings after this guy died, right? Do you have the urge to kill someone now?"

Batman looked at the wall to the side, where a smiling face was painted with blood. He knew this was the symbol of the Laughing Bat, because the smile looked like a bat spreading its wings.

"I'm not happy about anyone's death because I'm Batman."

Can't laugh, can't be happy.

"Tsk tsk, look at you, you are serious again. Smile more. I have always believed that smile is power." The thin voice, or another clown spoke again: "If you don't plan to hold a funeral for him, then we Why not play hide and seek for a while? Where do you think the enemy who killed my father will be?"

"He should have evacuated a long time ago. He is not even in the main world." At this time, a hoarse and deep voice came from outside the door: "Also, Batman, it sounds like there is something wrong with your voice."

Batman turned around and saw Deathstroke.

There are not many people who can appear behind him silently, and this death knell from another world is the best among them.

Because Deathstroke is not alone, he has the gorilla detective under his left arm and his right arm around Harley. The most difficult thing is to keep these two talkative people in a stealth state.

"Deathstroke." Batman pulled up his cloak, covering the lower half of his face, only revealing his white eyes.

"Good afternoon, Batman, you seem to have gained a lot after coming back from Earth minus three. Do you mind sharing some information?" Deathstroke's red eyepiece flashed.

"My information doesn't suit you, and I won't be staying in Gotham long."

Batman and Deathstroke passed by, nodded to Bobo and Harley, and disappeared into the dark corner of the corridor.

Harley blew the bubble gum and it made a popping sound when it was stuck on her face. She rolled the candy back with her little tongue and said vaguely:

"Something's wrong. Batman's father from another world is dead. He seemed happy and didn't say anything, but he actually left directly? He hasn't tortured us with serious eyes, and he didn't even notice the problem of Deathstroke."

"His madness has always been blocked by his cloak, but he is particularly crazy today." Bobo pointed to his eyes, indicating that he had known for a long time: "Okay, Thomas from the other world is dead, and the old man rejected the Laughing Bat. Not all Batmans will succumb to the temptation of darkness."

Deathstroke was silent for a while, until he was sure that Batman was gone, then he raised his hand and took off his helmet, revealing a beautiful face.

She patted her short blond hair, took out a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and said calmly: "But Slade is right to prevent Thomas from becoming the next madman. He has the same father as Batman in the main world. With the same face, once it is transformed into a weapon, the consequences will be disastrous. We cannot place our hope on the humanity of others, especially men."

Bobo held his pipe and took a deep breath. Although he was technically not a man, but a male orangutan, Cindy's words seemed to refer to all males in general.

The people who came to Earth Minus 11 are so weird.

But there is no way, who calls her a death knell?

He twisted his mouth, took off the hat on his head, and bowed sadly to the dead man. Then he changed his face and turned to the female death knell and said: "We have to take away his brain, Slade's black mud pet." The ability to read memories can be used as long as the brain is intact.”

"Can you let me do it? I like to smash other people's heads!"

Harley yelled, raising the power hammer in her hand and laughing so hard that her tongue stuck out.