What bad intentions could Batman have?

With a bang, the Joker fell to the ground.

His pale half face was deformed and twisted under the effect of the venom, like a cream cake that was inflated and swollen - and now, this cream cake has been cut open, revealing dark red and bright yellow grease.

"Poison Ivy! The last moment, quickly locate!"

"Wait, it will be soon..." Poison Ivy's voice came: "I'm done!"

Lucius stared at the many bright spots flashing on the screen.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay..."

He whispered to himself, then opened his eyes, punched the launch button, and then said to the communication:

"Batman, have you finished with the Joker? If there are any fish that slip through the net, you may be needed..."

"I'm ready."

Chen Tao told him: "In every sense."

He turned his head and looked at the Joker lying on the ground in a big letter shape, his face full of the aftermath of being beaten up:

"I lost."

The Joker said. "But you won't kill me, wuwuwu." He sobbed and sobbed: "Why can't it be me?" "You make me sick." Chen Tao said. "Don't act like a complete failure, Joker. Do you think I don't know what you are planning?" The Joker lying on the ground turned his face away. "You don't care about Bane, you don't care about the little fight between him and me. All this is just a game to you. You can play the game at any time. You don't care about winning or losing." Chen Tao said: "The only thing you care about is the game itself. What you can't accept is that [the game] has the risk of never being played again." "For so many years, you have a clear purpose for the first time, Joker, which is why I can predict you this time." The Joker curled up on the ground. ... ... ... ... At the same time, we switch the view back to the Batcave. "If you want me to get involved in your business, Joker." The Riddler said: "No way." He was wearing a dark yellow prison uniform full of question marks. It's strange that even though he was imprisoned by Batman, he still got this very personal clothing as a privilege.

"I won't take the initiative to intervene in your game with Batman. If I want to play, I will go to him myself, and to be honest-I don't play games now."

The Riddler said: "I want to retire."

"Pfft! Don't lie, old Eddie, please, I'm here to do business today, don't make me laugh anymore."

The Joker's face showed a mocking smile. He said he was laughing, and his face was indeed laughing, but he didn't look like he was smiling at all.

Only full of malice.

The Riddler stared at his face.

He said slowly: "What do you want to do?"

A gas bomb with a smiley face appeared in the clown's hand:

"Yes, I will make things more interesting."

"You lunatic."

The Riddler quickly retreated to the side of the cell, his face grim: "You damned-"

"This formula may be older and the effect has weakened, but if you wait a few more minutes, it will still be very powerful."

As the clown said, he threw the gas bomb directly into the Riddler's room through the vent above the transparent cell.

"Stop it, clown, you lunatic-cough cough cough!"

The green gas quickly exploded in the room.

"Hahahaha! That's right, you come out in person, this is the point." The Joker pressed his face tightly against the transparent glass wall: "After all, if you are not in good condition, I don't want to bring you to the party, right?" The green mist rose in the room, reflecting the Joker's face hazily: "You have always had great potential, and this is what I love most about you. No one has ever pushed the bat to the extreme like you-" "And except you, no one has ever had wisdom that can match the great Bat King!" In the Riddler's violent coughing, the Joker shouted: "If you don't give him a hint, he will never find you! Isn't it? You always focus on the most important game, just like me!" "Oh, Eddie! Eddie. Your mind is your most dangerous weapon, and you are better than all of us in this respect. You are the master of riddles in this evil city, smarter, better, and more dangerous than Batman. "

"So-"

"Why are you still wasting your life here, Eddie? I really can't bear to see you become like this, I would rather you die."

The Joker said: "And now it's almost time for you!"

Sizzle!

The transparent glass door was opened, and the Riddler stood in the center of the separated Joker gas.

"There are 46 ways to leave this cell, clown."

The Riddler said, "And only 4 of them can be completed within the time limit you set."

"The easiest is to use the most energy-saving force technique to hit the fragile part of the glass. But I chose method three."

The clown forced his own smile: "Hahaha, I knew it, I knew you haven't changed! You can always be one step ahead of others."

"Four hours ago, I dug a hole in the wall."

The Riddler said, he looked at the cell's access control: "I changed the circuit of the gate through this hole."

The clown's face changed slightly.

"And the tool I used to dig the wall was an iron spoon."

This is unreasonable.

Batman would not be stupid enough to give the Riddler an iron spoon.

The Joker did not want to hear what he said next, he turned around and ran away decisively.

He stretched out his long and thin legs, jumped nimbly, and directly climbed over the fence, and jumped up the upward stairs in three or two steps. That was the door to leave the Batcave, and also the entrance for him to come in.

The Riddler lowered his head.

"Why are all the Arkham lunatics mobilized to deal with Bane, but I am the only one left in the Batcave?"

"Why is Robin not here, and his butler is not here?"

The Riddler's voice sounded behind:

"So do you understand, Joker?"

"For so many years, I have always refused to admit that Batman is smarter than me, even now I don't admit it. But I still have to say..."

"In some places, Batman's wisdom does surpass mine, such as in his understanding of you. He said that you will definitely come to confirm whether the previous Joker was killed.

He said that you will definitely come to confirm with your own eyes...

He told me a lot about you... or you guys."

Drop! Squeak...

A loud mechanical sound sounded, as if some huge machine was running.

The Joker's fingertips touched the door handle.

Drop! Snap!

Then the next second, the world turned upside down in front of the Joker.

The stairs rolled back, and with the sound of the machinery, the Joker was thrown back to the ground like a ladle. The ground opened and sank, swallowing the Joker like an insect sealed in amber.

With a sound of springs, the floor closed again, as if nothing had happened just now.

"You always think about the game, Joker."

The Riddler stood there quietly: "But there is no game anymore. Whether it's me, Batman, Bane, or all of us."

"You have been abandoned. From the beginning to the end, you are the only one who wants to play the game."

"You think that as another player in the game, it is impossible for me to cooperate with the final boss."

"But this is a fallacy."

The Riddler lowered his eyebrows.

The Batcomputer emits a synthesized voice:

"Air purification system activated...clearing residual Joker gas..."

"Completed."

It says cheerfully:

"Have a wonderful afternoon without Jokers!"

"The upright, once meek man."

The Riddler hums.

"Following the dangerous path, down the valley of death."

"...The waddling snake, humble, moves slowly..."

"...and the upright man rages in the wild...

"There lions roam!"

(The verses the Riddler hums are excerpted from William Blake's "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell")