The Death Knell

"Tsk, tsk, look, Miss Cat, isn't everything happening now enough for you to see the truth clearly?"

At the same time, in Gotham City, two people were having a conversation in the dark in the apartment Catwoman rented. The man's voice sounded a bit funny, accompanied by the funny cat's tut.

Catwoman, who grew up as an orphan, loves cats very much and has many furry children in her apartment. However, these cats are all hairless now and are baring their teeth at the man sitting on the sofa.

"It's just that he's worried about the city." The woman next to the window looked at the Bat fighter flying in the sky and sighed without any trace: "It doesn't mean what you said is right, clown."

"Oh, aren't you willing to accept the reality?" The clown seemed as comfortable as at home, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding an exquisite teacup with his orchid fingers and drinking tea: "What he wants to find is me, and Not you, because I am more important to him than you! Hahahaha"

The man smiled so happily that he even shed two tears. He was deeply moved when he saw bats searching for him all over the city.

The sad Catwoman covered her chest, as if the previous gunshot wound was still aching. She turned around and closed the curtains, whipped out the whip and knocked away the clown's teacup: "Damn it! I don't believe you! You I just tried a little test on Batman with my lipstick, but he didn't see anything."

But the clown blinked only his eyes, and his pale smiling face seemed to be reflecting light in the darkness, and then he quickly chirped:

"Oh ho ho ho, don't kid yourself, Miss Cat, he can see it, he doesn't even need any equipment or color cards. Batman is a lipstick master, and he has studied those red ointments deeper than anyone else on the planet. I know. Why? Because I also use lipstick. He likes to study everything about me, and I made him successful."

Holding her own whip, Catwoman couldn't help but think about the Joker's words.

Although he doesn't know what the Joker did, he said he left the lipstick at a crime scene. If Batman recognizes that it is Catwoman's lipstick, then he has two choices.

Either give up the game with the Joker and find the missing Catwoman; or ignore the message and continue to follow the Joker's traces.

It seems that he chose the second option, which is understandable for Catwoman. After all, she clearly knows the twisted feelings between that man and the Joker.

However, Batman did not expect that the Joker and himself were in the same place. If he came to find him, the game would end immediately

This is simply like a joke. It is Batman's pursuit of the Joker that makes the game go on endlessly. The Joker only needs to sit here and arrange the jokes to drive the hostages to die one by one.

But they don't actually have to die. The Joker said that as long as Batman finds him, the game will be over and no one will be hurt again.

Although reason reminds her not to believe anything the madman says, the Joker has always been serious about playing games with Batman. He will not make a joke about it because he just wants to see the pain of Bat knowing the truth.

"You killed me once, and I haven't settled the score with you yet, clown. Don't think we are friends." Catwoman put away her whip and turned her head again. At this time, an explosion occurred in a tall building in the distance.

"Oh, I made a big hole in your chest. That's funny. You said Batman wouldn't hit me, right?" The clown suddenly became pitiful, twisting around with a worried look, and suddenly burst into laughter. : "Oh, I forgot, he wasn't angry at all, because I helped Luther and Deathstroke get rid of the Laughing Bat, so he forgave me! You died miserably, but the thing passed, haha, you treated him It’s nothing, you actually want to marry Batman, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-great-joke-jokes-you-are-you-have-nots-you-are-you-are-moneys?!”

As he spoke, the clown who was still laughing suddenly became angry. He stood up suddenly and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Xiaodian. He asked her to kill another hundred hostages and let them stuff their heads into the microwave oven. , and then use the high setting to blow all the brains out, and do it in front of Batman.

Xiaodian quickly responded with an OK plus a smiley face symbol.

Seeing that yellow little expression, the clown seemed to see the funny face of Xiaodian, and suddenly felt happy. He picked up his teacup from among the cats again, and made himself a cup with a convenient tea bag.

"You madman." Catwoman wants to contact Batman and subdue the Joker.

However, although the room was pitch dark now, and only himself and the clown could be seen through the moonlight outside the window, the men brought by the clown were watching eagerly in the darkness, and those monsters would only occasionally make cooing sounds.

I am definitely no match for so many professional assassins.

"Relax, smile, you are Catwoman, you have nine lives, I know you will not die, haha. I am a madman, I admit it, because everyone says so, because I always smile. To the world." The clown held the tea bag's string and let it swim in the hot water, watching the brown color spread in the water with wide eyes of surprise: "But what about you? Miss Kyle, has anyone ever told you that you are a fool? No. , so you are the most pitiful woman in Gotham."

Catwoman was so angry that she laughed, and she simply sat next to the clown: "Oh? Can you tell me where I am stupid?"

"Because you haven't figured out until today whether the person you want to marry is Batman or Bruce Wayne. Ah, ah, don't rush to refute me. You and I both know it well. Ming, what happened in the alley split little Bruce in half. Come on, tell me now, if a woman wants to marry herself to two men at the same time, is she stupid or bad? "

The Joker raised a finger and waved it in front of Catwoman, as if waving a cat-teasing stick. Even the cats around him moved their heads as he shook his finger.

"Maybe it's because I'm a bad woman. In this way, if you ask your men to withdraw, and we are alone together for a while, you will know how bad I am."

The woman wearing a black leather tights stretched out a hand, sharp nails popped out of the glove, and she licked the back of her hand.

"Hoo ho ho, that's really humorous. It seems that dying once is really good for your physical and mental health."

The clown who heard this stood up and waved around, arranging his hair at the same time:

"Okay, they are all out, come on, kill me, you just need to use your little claws to break my neck, you will lose Batman forever, then you can be with Bruce who will always be depressed after losing his parents. ·Wayne is married, congratulations! The premise is that he is willing to accept you as me, parentheses, murderous madman, gurgling."

Catwoman raised her hands, but after a moment of reluctance, she slowly lowered her hands.

She didn't dare to bet on Batman's attitude after killing the Joker, and she didn't dare to try the power of the Joker virus. At the same time, she also doubted herself because of a series of things.

Now, Selina doesn't know how important she is to Batman.

The clown beside him took a sip of tea and sat back on the sofa with his eyes closed, but he seemed to have read through her thoughts:

"It's so pitiful. Where did the little wildcat from the past go? Oh, haha, she's dead! But I have a way to test who loves you more, Batman or Bruce. Do you want to try it? It works for you too. The good thing is, choose one of the two, if you can’t marry the person you love the most, it’s not a bad idea to marry the person you love the most, right?”

"Impossible, don't expect me to listen to your arrangements, Batman will come to save me."

The deceived Catwoman was a little moved, but she still turned around, trying not to let the clown see her expression.

"Oh? Wasn't Batman late when I killed you last time? Remember? All he can do is put your body in the refrigerator, play with it or smell it at his leisure, and try to get rid of it. Drawing strength from pain, you are just a prop to him, an inflatable doll. You are no longer the Phantom of Gotham or the Rogue, you are a female corpse! Just a female corpse!"

The clown who roared but suddenly became leisurely was not in a hurry. Instead, he turned on the TV and watched the news, watching how the reporters broke through the police officers' blockade and got into the fire scene to take pictures of the corpses:

"If you want to hate, then hate Batman. If you want to die meaninglessly again, I don't care. However, do you want to be the richest man in Gotham for once? Money, a lot of money, is in Bruce's account. And little Lailai and the little green men gave me a new toy not long ago."

Catwoman's ears moved: "What toy?"

"I don't know what it's called specifically. It looks like a laptop. It's something scientists play with. I gave him a good idea and he gave me this in exchange."

The clown watching TV didn't even need to look away to know that Catwoman had taken the bait. He snapped his fingers and asked the claws to bring the computer:

"Anyway, all I need is your bank account number, Bruce's secret private bank account number, and then I can do a big magic trick for you! A super big one, hehe! Think about it, tens of billions of dollars, you can use them to Save orphans, help refugees, research medicines, or even hire the best mercenaries to kill me, you can do whatever you want!"

""Catwoman was silent.

The white-faced lunatic scratched his green hair again and blew the water in the tea cup: "Have you ever wondered? Why is Bruce so rich but unwilling to use it to help the poor? You can't even do what he can't do whether you want to or not. Things to prove your worth?"

"Why do you say that?" Selina felt a little out of breath, and many of the clown's words seemed to speak to the bottom of her heart.

She does have a bit of resentment, blaming Batman for not saving her in time last time, and blaming Bat for making lunatics like the Joker jealous and turning her into a target.

Jason died because of this back then, and his death this time was like a repeat.

If Batman didn't take any precautions against this, she didn't believe it. A smart person wouldn't fall in the same place twice.

Maybe Batman had a backup plan, but he didn't think he was worth using that backup plan, so he watched himself die.

"Simple, do you think that after Thomas and Martha died, besides leaving endless pain for little Bruce, what else was left for him to inherit?"

The clown blinked quickly with an innocent look on his face, indicating that he had no bad intentions and was just playing:

"The answer is a rich legacy including the Wayne Group! But Bruce's selfishness exists in Batman, which makes the bat less than perfect. The Bat of Laughter makes Batman in poor condition. I just want to play with the best Batman. Game, we win-win.”

Luthor's laptop was good, and it booted up as fast as lightning. The Joker clumsily operated the touchpad a few times with one finger, then put the computer on his lap and turned the screen to Catwoman.

It was a very simple window, with two blank spaces for filling in two accounts, a start button below, and the cursor flashing in the dark.