The Death Knell

"You, can't you just play by the rules? You don't have to be so curious."

Su Ming shook his head while inspecting the modified Batcave, and spoke to the clown behind him who was shaking and covering his mouth, with a tone that said:

"In Gotham, you only recognize the uniform, no matter who is under the mask. This is everyone's default rule of the game. I said I am a plumber, but you insist on seeing who I am. Are you scared of losing your teeth now?"

The Bat Cave became the Pansi Cave Restaurant. The clown got a lot of green and purple silk from nowhere, decorated it all, and hung up beautiful curtains.

A large long table was also prepared, with candles and tableware set out, and the white tablecloth was very clean.

But except for the big dinosaur that was still there, all of Batman's original things were gone, even Brother Eye's console was gone.

"Pfft! Haha! I was obviously killed by you!" The clown's mouth was full of blood but he was very happy. He laughed happily with a leaky voice: "I know who you are. With this style of cold jokes, you are the death knell. Right? It’s interesting, there’s a mask underneath the mask, you’re almost like a riddle.”

After saying that, he looked curiously at the golden heating steel pipe in the plumber's hand, which was also wrapped with electric current. It was so fun!

"Where are all Batman's things? I'm not here to chat with you, and I don't want to meddle in your business with him. What I want is all kinds of 'metals' and his collection of small inventions."

Su Ming knocked on the wall without looking back, trying to find a possible secret door.

He knew that there were actually many levels underground in the Batcave. For example, the bottom level was a prison, and there were also refrigerators and other equipment, but he didn't know where the switch for the passage was.

"I didn't throw away his things. They are all in the small hole here." The clown pointed to an abyss between the stalactites, which seemed to lead to the underground: "You said he sold his home to me. A compromise, what does that mean?”

"It's not interesting. He is old and needs time to choose his heir. I want to pause the game with you." Su Ming came to the stalactites and looked down.

"No! I won't let him change!" The Joker raised his face and bit his fist hard: "There is only one Batman, and I don't want a fake! I must let him kill me before he retires!"

The Joker's purpose has never changed. He wants to see Batman smile, even the smile of relief after killing himself.

"You come down with me." Deathstroke grabbed the clown's collar and jumped into the abyss. During the fall, he also said: "If you have a better plan than opening an amusement park, maybe you can name it. The ultimate joke', wouldn't it be nice to leave the bat with a perfect smile before you die?"

"Ha! Haha! That's right!" The clown squirmed, as if he had climaxed just by imagining it, and saliva mixed with blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth: "I want him to remember me forever. If he closes his eyes, he will See my smile and follow my example! First, how about I make him angry and kill everyone he knows?"

"You can try using a steamroller when killing people. That one has more visual impact."

Deathstroke just made a suggestion in a coping manner. He was really not interested in the past timeline of the parallel world, especially this independent closed loop.

Because as long as we return to the normal Earth 12 time flow, what should happen will still happen.

"Well, as for the steamroller, then I need a very big one, preferably one that can crush Gotham into pancakes..." The clown really started to think about it, and he entered into a paranoid personality again. .

Just as Deathstroke expected, every Batman on Earth has squirrel syndrome. Many of the things he collected were thrown into the abyss by the Joker, and they were piled up like garbage at the bottom of the cave.

Just with a casual glance, I saw a lot of kryptonite toys and a lot of equipment with unknown purposes.

Do bat-snowshoes really need to exist? Also, what is the difference between the Bat electric toothbrush and the regular version sold on the market?

Pulling away the debris, Su Ming found the few props he wanted from the toy mountain. It was not that he could use it, but it was something that the emperor couldn't get his hands on.

The first is N-metal. At this point in time, in the multiverse that has not experienced the black metal incident, few people know what N-metal does. However, Batman has a hoarding habit. He does not know where he picked up Hawkman and Hawkgirl's mace weapon and scrapped wings.

These are all N metals. If it falls into the hands of the future Human Emperor, a small cosmic tuning fork can really be built.

Then there are the weapons used by the Claw Assassins, including daggers, hidden swords and other equipment. These are alloys containing amber gold and must also be collected.

The final machine made of promethium metal is not far away, so there is no need to take it. The properties of promethium metal are very stable and cannot stimulate the power of connection or crisis. It is simply strong and durable, so there is no need.

Bat metal is the most active thing with the darkest attributes, but it doesn't exist in the Bat Cave, and time hasn't developed to that point yet.

"I already know how to play with Batman, so I'll give this amusement park to you. I'm leaving for a while." The clown dug around in his arms, and when he took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, he also took out a land deed. Prepare to give this place to Deathstroke.

He was going to use his own death to trigger the final joke and leave Batman with a smile that he would never forget, so he was very generous in giving away these extraneous things.

But Su Ming stopped him: "No, you can't leave yet, because the most important thing is you, or in other words, your blood and the clown virus."

It’s unclear where on Earth 12 the Dionysian Gold exists, but the Joker himself is a living Dionysus.

Why did Su Ming play with him and talk so much nonsense to him before, all just to keep the clown by his side temporarily?

"Oh? It seems that someone is coveting the little bat's treasure. The treasure mentioned here is me."

The clown stopped, his funny cocked leather shoes danced a tap dance on the slippery ground, and he was beaming with joy:

"Then I have to see what kind of bad guy wants to break up Batman and me, and I hope his liver will taste better. Haha, don't get me wrong, I don't eat people, I just want to give Killer Croc a gift. Then The stupid guy is so pitiful. The last time I drove by the Triangle, I happened to see him eating the intestines of a dead person through the small grated window of the sewer. It was like sucking spaghetti. It was so dirty."

"Is it raw? That is indeed a bit dirty." Deathstroke nodded.

"No, I mean he was a little dirty eating in the sewer without washing his hands. As for the intestines, they turned green after being soaked in the sewage. I think they are green food, hahahahahaha..."

The clown took the opportunity to tell a joke again. He was really optimistic.

At this moment, Deathstroke's black light ring suddenly glowed uncontrollably, and the air seemed to become cold and sticky in an instant.

"It's coming, so prepare to fight. Don't use the plastic flower on your chest. That's useless." Deathstroke said to the clown beside him who was laughing endlessly. The black light started to operate, so the emperor should also take action. .

"No problem, I prepared a good toy. I originally planned to show it to Batman, but now let's take it out and let it bask in the moonlight. Oh, it's such a good night. The smell of death in the air has become stronger. !!!"

The clown laughed, jumped sideways like a gorilla, clapped his hands and jumped into the darkness not far away, screaming like a marmot.