The Death Knell

Barbara had no intention of hiding the whole thing. Although she didn't know where Batman had hidden her father, she believed that man would definitely arrange the best treatment and protection for her father.

So she told her brother the whole story and ate quickly. She sincerely hoped that her brother would recover and cherished every time they met.

In the past, little James would not see his father and sister. He would only lock himself in the supermarket warehouse and work. Just watching him move boxes in the dark gave people a creepy feeling.

Now, at least he looks better?

"That's it..." The young man touched his beard, which was the same style as his father's, and agreed thoughtfully: "Okay, I understand, let me tell you another thing. Not long ago, the wolf came to see you. He told me once that the Joker invited me to the deepest level of the sewers for a meeting, and I’m here to inform you that someone is planning to do something in Gotham.”

"It can't be the Joker, he's dead."

Barbara shook her head directly. She was also the one who had seen the corpse, frozen to death with the Claw Assassins in the Batcave.

But little James held a different view. He took out a napkin to wipe his sister's mouth, and gently hugged her waist:

"No, I think the inviter should be genuine. This person showed an inexplicable familiarity with the mysterious places in Gotham. This is one of the clown's most distinctive features; he can drive violent wolves and give away dolphin magazines, which shows that he knows how to use Others; knowing my existence and position but still sending an invitation shows that he intends to play a game. These are all in line with the profile of the clown. Maybe you killed a person with a face full of paint, but that is not the end. The clown will never stop killing him. Yes, are you sure the one who died before is real?"

After putting away the paper wrapping the hamburger, the girl twisted her red hair: "At least Batman said it was, so did Harley, and even the death knell from another world didn't object."

"This is interesting, a different kind of resurrection? It's different from the ways I know about." Little James laughed, scratched his hair, raised his hand and pushed up his glasses: "That's it, This is Violent Wolf’s invitation list. I suggest you contact the Justice League immediately and don’t try to solve this problem yourself. Okay, I should go back to sleep.”

The young man took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to his sister, then jumped off the building with an umbrella.

He was not idle during his ten years in Arkham, where he taught himself various fighting techniques, as well as a lot of knowledge about engineering, chemistry, psychology, forensics, etc.

This knowledge is not used for scientific research, but for killing people, to complete the murder plan in his mind. At the same time, he also has the physical fitness of a top gymnast, and he can jump at will on the third floor of the Gotham Police Station.

The black umbrella disappeared into the rainy night. Barbara even looked at the photos without having time to say anything else.

Because the string of names on the photo is so scary. If they really get together, no matter what they plan to do, it will be too dangerous. Luther's scattered Legion of Destruction looks like a Boy Scout team compared to it.

This is a screenshot from a video. Baolang took out the list in the supermarket warehouse where little James worked, so it was captured by the camera behind him.

Thinking of her relatives sending photos and dinner to her, Barbara smiled happily. Sure enough, her brother who was not sick was the best.

However, she suppressed her feelings and acted immediately, and did not contact the Justice League as James suggested, because she knew that Batman and the Dark Knight did not allow anyone except Gotham to interfere in the affairs of this city.

Jumping on the motorcycle parked in the alley, she turned the handlebar and increased the accelerator. The front of the Bat scooter lifted up, the tires screeched against the ground, and she broke through the rain curtain and rushed into the darkness in the other direction.

Behind her, little James, holding an umbrella, slowly walked out of the shadows at the corner of the street, bent down and lifted a manhole cover, and got in gracefully.

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Barbara didn't know where Batman had gone, but she felt that someone should know, so she went to find Afu.

The Wayne mansion was still brightly lit in the wind and rain, but it was like a beacon beside the forest in the suburbs.

The wet motorcycle stopped in front of the mansion, and the butler was already waiting at the door with a towel and hot tea in hand.

"Alfred, thank you." Barbara smiled, hugged the old man, and pulled the towel to rub her hair.

"Oh, don't hug her so tightly. It's troublesome to iron my tuxedo every time." The old man smiled and patted her back and handed her the tea cup: "This is Ceylon black tea. I added ginger juice. Come inside quickly."

Batgirl took the tea cup and took a sip, then she stuck out her tongue because it was so hot. She gasped several times and fanned her tongue with her palm: "It's too hot!"

"No, this is just hot tea. Your tongue is more sensitive than a cat." Ah Fu closed the door and hung up the anti-theft chain: "Drink less cold water on rainy days. It will be good for your old injuries."

"Okay, I may be exaggerating a bit." The woman smiled and scratched her head. She then straightened her face and said, "I'm here to see Batman. Do you know where he is? Something big is going to happen."

With that said, she took out the photo and told the housekeeper everything that happened that night.

"Master Bruce left this earth and went to the dark multiverse. As for the specific location, I, an old man who has not kept up with the times, can't know." The housekeeper led Barbara to the study, which leads to the Batcave. Elevator: "But your list looks like someone is planning to organize an Arkham reunion?"

The girl rolled her eyes. She was right, but this kind of party would definitely not be as simple as comparing who makes more money.

"Isn't this the time to tell cold jokes?"

"Sorry, haha, it's just because there are two people with a great sense of humor in the Batcave now, and I want you to get used to it first."

Afu pressed the elevator button as he spoke. After the elevator door opened, Barbara saw at a glance the final machine that had been transformed into an anatomy table. A woman with short hair was busy next to it, and another was pale and wearing overalls. The man rolled up his sleeves and clasped his hands on one side.

Batgirl's fists clenched instantly: "Joker and Harley?"

"Don't be excited, kid. According to what the young Deathstroke said, these are called 'isotopes from another world'. They are not people you know." Alfred didn't know where the energy came from, so he grabbed it. Barbara's arm, explaining to calm her down.

Barbara understood after mentioning Deathstroke, and she curled her lips helplessly. That guy always liked to bring people from the Dark Multiverse or parallel worlds, but he only arranged them in the Batcave once, instead of the Hall of Justice.

"well......"

The Batcave is still like that. Only a few places have lights. The woman who was busy turned her head when she heard the voice, raised her hands full of blood and tilted her head:

"Is it Barbara? I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel. You came just in time. Please come and take a look. I want to know if you were there when the clown died."