The Death Knell

Only a jingling sound of bells was heard in the darkness, followed by the clown's laughter. Soon, a figure with pointed ears appeared along with heavy footsteps.

The Joker puts on the armor left behind by Batman, and it's also the Hellbat suit.

It’s just that this suit of armor has also been processed by the Joker at this time. It was originally black with red eyepieces and a bat logo on the chest, but now the Joker has repainted it and replaced it with fluorescent purple. The bat logo on the chest is also painted into laughing red lips.

Now, it should be called the ‘Hell Clown’ suit.

"He really doesn't leave any room in his work. He even gave you the authority over this toy?" Su Ming looked at the lunatic who was modeling in front of him after changing his clothes, and shook his head with emotion.

"Oh? What can you say?" The clown's voice became like Batman's.

But Deathstroke just smiled and flew above the cave: "It won't be fun to say it. I'll leave it to you to guess."

Batman abandoned his ancestral home, gave up all his props and weapons, as if he was waiting for death. Maybe any street gangster could kill him.

Just because he also prepared a final joke for the clown.

Both are madmen, and the Joker often says that he made Batman the man he is.

But in fact, the former is more dependent on the latter. He regards Batman as the meaning of his existence, just because no one else is worthy of playing the game he prepared.

Just like in the garden party just now, the clown always got his hands dirty and never gave the plumber a chance to touch the game props.

In some worlds that Su Ming knew, such as the Infinite Earth period, many Batmans on the earth died due to various reasons, and the corresponding clowns retired directly, because no one could understand his jokes anymore.

Retired clowns will directly transform into normal personalities and integrate into society without any hindrance. Some will become comedians, some will work for insurance companies, and some will go to the Department of Motor Vehicles to issue driver's licenses, etc.

It's like Gotham's Prince of Crime never existed.

Now it seems that the old Batman on Earth 12 is very good at playing. His plan is to 'eliminate' the Joker through his own death, leaving future generations with a less chaotic Gotham.

He believed that no matter who killed Batman, the Joker would retire disheartened, and he used his complicated emotional connection with the Joker as a last resort weapon.

However, judging from the future results, his plan should have failed.

The old Batman didn't die, the Joker faked his death and escaped in the final joke, and the people of Gotham went crazy and the city became a city of clowns.

Because the old bat's plan was flawed from the beginning, even if he is really dead, he can only stop 'his own clown', and the clown is a crazy spirit. The spirit is immortal and has universality. There are more clown-like guys popping up.

There have been countless imitators of the Joker on Earth 0, and the legendary criminal has never lacked followers.

'The Laughing Man', 'The Harlequin', 'The Fool', 'The Fool', etc. There are endless people with similar makeup, and they all have any code names. You don't even need to give yourself a code name, you just need to paint your face white and draw Put on a big smile and walk down the street and everyone will chant his name.

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"I've changed my mind a little bit. You seem to be not Deathstroke, but the Riddler." The madman wearing the Hell Clown armor also followed, although he stumbled while flying, knocking the surrounding stalagmites like a ball in a pinball machine. He was in a mess, but he just wanted to be happy: "It's really annoying. Why do people need an organ like a brain? If you just want to laugh, you don't need a brain, right?"

The Batcave still looks the same, like a circus restaurant waiting for people to come for dinner, but when the black light comes, the situation outside is unknown.

But it is known that everything in Gotham City that can be linked to the crisis energy is in the hands of Deathstroke. As long as he keeps an eye on the clown and doesn't run around, the emperor must come and collide with him face to face.

"If you just want a smile, you really don't need a brain. You just need someone with a brain to help draw it." Su Ming walked towards the bat elevator, ready to go back to the mansion to take a look, and grabbed the clown to follow: " Speaking of smiles, I think of hyenas, have you seen Harley recently?"

"Oh, Harley Quinn, I seem to have not heard this name for decades. After we tried to kill each other to no avail, she went to Greece to get married with Poison Ivy. Maybe she has died of old age now. Are you in a foreign country? Hahaha"

The Joker wanted to grab his hair, but because he was wearing a bat helmet, he couldn't grab the green hair on his head.

Many colored lights were installed in the Bat Elevator. The fluorescent purple shell of the Hell Clown Armor reflected colorful light, just like a shining light ball.

Entering the study from the elevator, all the classical masterpieces here have been burned by clowns. At this time, only the remains of the furniture and the red smiling faces blackened by smoke on the walls are left.

Then go downstairs from the study, avoid the roller coaster track that passes through the house, return to the living room, and look outside.

Everything at the carnival was as usual, even the body of the marshmallow stall owner who was killed by laughing gas was still lying there quietly without any reaction.

"This is probably the calm before the storm. The emperor doesn't know what means he used to temporarily avoid zombies here from disturbing his work. Get ready." Su Ming silently gave the order to Luo Rui, who was hiding in the shadow, by strangulation.

The girl remained silent when Deathstroke communicated with the clown. She didn't know whether she was studying or was speechless about the communication between the two madmen.

But now she still responded quickly: "I know, when you say take action, I will ambush the enemy through the shadow behind him."

"No need to perform dangerous actions, just throw this on his shoes."

Su Ming took out something that looked like dust from his pocket and threw it into his shadow.

Through Lori's superhuman vision, she could see that the dust was actually a miniature robot, a robot covered in iron armor and wearing a green hooded cloak.

"What's this?"

She carefully held the dust with her shadow, and even her silent communication became softer, as if she was worried about blowing it away.

"The micro-Dum robot is a product made by a friend of mine in negative space. It also has a spider totem that I used Pym particles to shrink to the quantum level. Well, you don't have the corresponding cognitive ability to say so much. You Just know that this is a positioning device that transcends time and space, and the positioning method is through the 'thread of fate'."