[Western Crossover] Am I Really the Person You Hate Most?

I believe that no Gothamite will remain indifferent to this scene. A dark warehouse, a strangely painted sports car... And a hideous clown. Oh my gosh, it can be said that the clown is the most interesting thing about this picture. After all, no matter how harmonious and beautiful the picture is, it is always particularly scary when it is related to clowns. This is a matter of style - even if he wears a pink turtleneck sweater with a bear pattern and holds strawberry ice cream and printed balloons, it can't save his style. Emm, what I mean is that if he really did this, the citizens of Gotham with simple folk customs would only have the following thoughts: [Oh my gosh, the Joker isn't wearing his purple suit? Which unlucky guy did he kill to get this clothes? ] [What's in that balloon? Microbombs or new laughing gas? Oh God, I shouldn't be here today! ] [Ah! That ice cream is from George's! Poor George, my daughter liked him very much. He was one of the rare good Samaritans in Gotham. I wish he could keep his body intact. ] Look, people don't need to know too much about a person. You only need to know what he has done in the past and derive a rough impression from it. Then no matter what he does in the future, you will unconsciously move closer to your impression of him. And clowns are always accompanied by horrific disasters - explosions, laughing gas, magic shows that "accidentally" kill several people, "exciting" games, or a creepy joke. It's so simple and easy to understand. I don't understand why some people always say that he is a complicated person. In a certain sense, he is "simple" and "cute". Well, it's too far off topic. Anyway, no matter how troublesome the clown was in the past, he has "disappeared" now, hasn't he? We just need to pay attention to our other cute joker. Well, it seems like he has nothing to focus on, at least for now. "Hey! I get it! It's a ploy!" "My car must have been tampered with... Something called 'glue'!" "Oh~ This is a gift from Little Bat! He really hates me! He hates me even more than he hates Superman!" "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!" I hate you! Batman! I like this gift, and I want to prepare a surprise for you! Bruce, an innocent Batman who was still sleeping on the bed at this time: "Ah~ cut!" "Well... This lady... I bought this cruise ship... Hulu - Hulu -" Night gradually enveloped Gotham, and the city's carnival time has quietly begun. At this time, Gotham seemed to be wearing a gorgeous evening dress, and her charming look back on the dance floor turned into the opening bell of the dance tonight, echoing in the hearts of every Gotham citizen. The darkness slowly climbed up her graceful body, covering up the hidden dangers, but she couldn't wait to show off her fangs... Ladies and gentlemen! The party is about to begin.

Author: sweet words looney Chapter 2 What a shabby car, hot ass! Dawn breaks, and a new day dawns in Gotham City. Today's Gotham is different than in the past, although on the surface it seems that nothing has changed - after all, people still take drugs when they should, and rob when they should, and they all perform their duties in harmony. But everyone understood that the appearance of calm would not last long. The crime king of Gotham has been dead for two days, and now Gotham needs a new king to succeed it - I believe that many of Batman's old enemies will not let this stage show themselves. They are like sharks that smell the delicious smell of blood, lurking in the dark and waiting eagerly for their opponents to appear. ——None of those lunatics are fuel-efficient. I believe that the first one who can't hold himself back will soon come out to cause trouble. At this time, underground in Wayne Manor, in the Batcave. "Master, although I know you will definitely not listen to me, your old butler still wants to remind Mr. Batman that you have not rested for sixty-four hours and fifty-three minutes. If you continue like this, your body will be unable to bear it. I believe that the young masters will not want to see you like this, so can you let yourself take a break?" Alfred looked at Bruce who was working non-stop in front of the computer and persuaded him earnestly. "Afu, you know, there is no room for me to rest now." Batman's hoarse voice reached the old butler's ears. "Master Tim hopes to temporarily relieve your pressure. Although I don't really agree with letting him do this, I have to admit that he has become a mature Robin, and you do need a rest." "The clown can't die so easily. I still can't believe it. Even if there is no abnormality in the detection data, Constantine and the others did not detect the magic information, but I still can't believe it so simply... He may be plotting a big plan secretly, and those people in Arkham will definitely not sit still and wait for death. I need to prepare too much... I can't relax, not even for a moment. " "But I still care more about your body." Ah Fu still couldn't be convinced. "The clown is dead, isn't he? You know this better than anyone else." "As for the other people in Arkham, Master Tim can be responsible for monitoring. I know they will definitely cause trouble, but before that, at least you can have a rest, at least you don't have to drag your exhausted body to fight the enemy!" "Trust your old housekeeper, if there is any emergency, we will wake you up as soon as possible. Now please go to bed and rest, okay?" "But... Okay." Bruce finally compromised. "I only sleep for two hours. I'll be back soon. If anything happens, call me immediately. Do you understand?" Bruce said to Tim before leaving. "Understood, Bruce, I will take good care of them." Tim promised confidently. If there is an emergency, of course he will wake Bruce up as soon as possible, but during this period of time when there is no emergency, Bruce can't even think of waking him up in just two hours. Tim and Afu exchanged glances, understanding each other tacitly. At this moment, the clown is losing his temper at a purple and green sports car in an abandoned warehouse. "Bang bang bang!" He kicked the sports car hard several times. "Strange, why can't my car be dismantled and reassembled?" "Bah! Broken car! Hot chicken!" Obviously a very expensive sports car: "..." It's so difficult for me. Qwq Author: Zhuge Kongming, My Wife Chapter 4 (The little hot chick tries to pick up) {actually 3} The Joker angrily stared at the sports car for a while, and finally realized that he couldn't put the sports car into something else to surprise his little bat. Therefore, the value of these two beautiful and expensive sports cars in his heart instantly decreased, just like the group of fools in Arkham who could be singled out by Batman alone - when he realized that cooperating with them could not become Batman's biggest enemy, the Joker abandoned them without hesitation. Wait, Harley Quinn is different. Although she is also a regular guest of Arkham, she is of the same mind as me. Her smart little brain and strong physique have helped her complete [Weekly check-in—playing a fun game of chasing each other with the little bat] many times. Of course I have to take her with me this time. Of course, before setting off, Zhou Keer, who was petty and vindictive, took a chair with a missing leg and "conveniently" smashed it into the sports car. The sports car is not broken, but the chair is broken. The poor chair has been used for decades. It was supposed to stay in this abandoned warehouse until it rotted and was decomposed by decomposers. However, due to the clown's temporary "anger", the back of the chair was broken into pieces. "Huh?" Zhou Keer looked at the sharp wooden thorns at the broken part of the chair back and tilted his head in confusion. "In this case, it will be difficult to splice it back together." The fact is that no matter how hard the clown puts the pieces of wood that make up the chair together, as soon as he lets go, they will fall apart immediately. "What's wrong with this world?" (In order to conform to the author's text, I can only make the clown unaware that he has traveled to a parallel world...) The clown, who hadn't thought of the answer for a long time, decided to put the question aside for a while. The reason was simple: he was hungry. "I must have consumed too much energy just thinking." The clown bit his lower lip with his sharp shark teeth, "Well, I want to eat fried chicken burgers." He touched his pocket, and a fist seemed to appear out of thin air. The clown played with the gun in his hand and decided to go to the most popular fast food restaurant in his memory. "I clearly remember this is the road?" The clown looked at the dark alley in front of him, confused. "Don't move, grab——" "I'll paralyze you!" The clown knocked out the robber neatly. This kind of monster will almost certainly appear in various dark alleys in Gotham. The difference between them and the mobs in the game is that they will weigh the pros and cons and run as far as possible when encountering super heroes or super counterattacks. As Batman's biggest enemy——Joker, he has always been an existence that these rats in the gutter cannot avoid. Today's unexpected situation, the clown attributed it to the reporter who made nonsense in the newspaper that he was dead. This kind of nonsense article can be believed. The clown looked at the expressionless robber on the ground and decided to teach this guy with a bad mind a lesson. ——For example, tearing off his two arms so that he can only reattach them in the police station, hahahahahahahaha, what a wonderful idea! 5. The clown is a man who does whatever he wants, a little lunatic who "thinks" and does what he wants. Why not "do what you say"? Emmmmm, compared to the villains he has betrayed countless times, he has a deeper understanding of "the clown's mouth is a deceitful ghost". In this regard, the clown said that it was just that his mouth was not very good at expressing his inner thoughts. He has a powerful mouth. The Joker admitted that when he was thinking about what game he wanted to play with the little bat, he easily convinced all the villains in Gotham. They are always bewitched by the Joker again and again, becoming the messenger pigeons for the Joker to express his hatred to Batman. Probably because his lips are painted with lipstick, Mouth likes sexy lips, so he has super powers. The little madman's ideas are always so different. It was not until later that Zhou Keer discovered that the Arkham people he used as gunmen actually enjoyed it, and even secretly established an organization called "Arkham Fans Group" behind his back. The angry Joker beat the Riddler because this guy successfully became the person in Arkham who had been beaten by Batman the most times with four hundred and two hundred and forty-three question marks, and won the title of "Leader of the Fan Club". Can the clown endure it? Of course not! Like an explosive cat, he scratched everyone in Arkham who was interested in Batman, organized a prison break, set off a few fireworks, and after being "caressed" by Batman, returned home with pink bubbles from who knows where... Oh no, it's Arkham. Now the title of "fan club leader" belongs to him. The only regret is that Batman was not allowed to say those words. Or, those three words: l hate you It's too far. Author: Zhuge Kongming, My Wife Turn your attention to the present, to a dark alley in Gotham. Mr. Robber, who was lying on the ground, screamed in horror. He should have been unconscious, but the clown pulled his arm off forcefully, and the severe pain forced him to wake up. The demon in front of him frowned with green eyebrows and looked at him dissatisfied. The robber subconsciously thought of the joker. The contrasting green hair and scarlet lips, as well as the gay purple suit, are the standard outfit of the nightmare joker in Gotham. So he swallowed back the scream like a slaughtering pig. "Hug... I'm sorry, sir, I, I didn't mean it, I mean, I still have a six-year-old little princess to raise at home... You, you know, a little person like me... Is not worth wasting your precious time at all..." The robber stammered, and the content was very similar to the words of the person he robbed when he begged for mercy. The clown pressed the severed limb against the bloody hole on the robber's shoulder in disgust. He let out a strange scream and cold sweat oozed from his head. At this time, the "poor" robber clearly realized that in front of him was a clown who only used human life for fun. He is probably going to die tonight, killed by the Joker, and maybe after death he will be able to compete with the worms that are also rotting in Gotham. The robber resigned himself to his fate. He no longer tried to struggle for mercy. He just hoped that when the clown had enough fun, he would shoot him in the head neatly. "Robbery is robbery, why are you looking for so many excuses." The clown seemed to be interested. He squatted down and patted his face with his hand, but lost interest again because of the motionless robber lying on the ground. He stood up and muttered something with an unhappy look on his face. "I originally wanted to pull off both of his arms." The clown looked at his purple suit that was splattered with blood, sniffed, and held back the tears that were about to fall. "I hate this fishy red liquid! I originally wanted to wear this suit to meet Batman!" QAQ If Mr. Robber hadn't fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss at this time, he might be able to boast with his friends in hell. He is one of the few people who made the clown change his mind. Author: SY Chapter 6 "Gulu..." Zhou Keer touched her belly, ugh~ If I had known better, I wouldn't have wasted my time playing with this guy. My clothes were dirty and I was even hungrier QAQ "Fried chicken, fried chicken, and burgers" "When you're full, you can play with my little bat~" Zhou Keer poked the robber who had passed out due to excessive blood loss, and left the alley. No one noticed that in the deep corner of the alley, a micro-monitor was flashing red light. "Ahhh, clown!" "Help, Batman! Joker!" "The clown is resurrected! God, please save me!" Zhou Keer blinked, looking at the passers-by on the road who either screamed and ran away, or fell to their knees with despair and fear, hmm... The residents of Arkham today are really very enthusiastic~ As expected of me, the person Batman hates the most! Zhou Keer nodded with satisfaction. At this time, a familiar sign attracted his attention: "Ha~ Found it!" Zhou Keer jumped into the burger shop because she heard that Zhou Keer was resurrected and came to this street. At this time, the burger shop was already empty, except for the owner who had not had time to close the door and escape. "Go, go, don't open the door..." The boss who was grabbing money from the cash register heard the sound of the door opening and shouted angrily to chase people away. However, the voice suddenly became quiet after seeing the person entering the door, like a goose that was suddenly strangled by the neck. "Little, clown..." The boss's eyes were distracted and he murmured tremblingly. His legs were shaking and he was about to fall to his knees... Zhou Ke'er tilted her head, twirling the dough in her hand, and started ordering: "Hamburger, fried chicken... Um, and strawberry donuts, two!" Bring another one to the little bat, maybe I will receive another "i hate you" today~ Thinking of this, Zhou Keer's eyes began to "Bling~Bling", shining as if they had their own sound effects, oh no, there really are sound effects, and they were created by the little cutie Zhou~ The boss, who had barely returned to his senses, quickly prepared hamburgers and fried chicken. While preparing the meal, he suppressed his fear and glanced at the clown quickly. The clown seemed to be in a particularly good mood today. He was mumbling something and shaking his feet. But this was not good news, and it did not mean that his life, which had already gone to hell with half his foot, could be saved. After all, who knew what the madman was thinking? Maybe he was grinning at you one second, but he could put a bullet into your head the next second! The boss put aside his complicated thoughts and said, who cares, saving his life is the most important thing now. I hope Batman can come soon. At least he has no hope for the police or anything like that. After all, this is Gotham! However, it's daytime now, can the Dark Knight, who always only appears at night, really appear? The more desperate the boss thought about it, he almost wanted to fall to the ground and cry like a child, but he still kept moving his hands. After all, who doesn't want to live? Even if they can only survive in this shit-like Gotham, no one wants to give up until the last moment when the bullet enters the head. Soon the fried chicken and burgers were ready, leaving only the last thing - strawberry donuts. You know this is a burger restaurant, where did the donuts come from? ! Everyone knows this truth, but the boss doesn't dare to say it even if he has ten courages. Maybe the clown just wants to find a reason to kill? "Huh? Are my things ready?" Zhou Keer smelled the aroma of freshly cooked hamburger and fried chicken, walked to the boss, picked up a burger and took a big bite. "Huh——" Zhou Ke'er narrowed her eyes with satisfaction, for the first time~ After finishing the hamburger and fried chicken three times, five by two, Zhou Keer licked his fingers with satisfaction, then took out a lipstick from his pocket and touched up his makeup. Hey, we are about to see Little Bat. As the person that Little Bat hates the most, he must maintain his appearance as the baddest villain at all times. "By the way, where's my strawberry donut?" Zhou Ke'er, who had finished applying lipstick, looked at the messy table. She looked left and right but couldn't see the donut. Looking at Zhou Ke'er who looked at him in confusion, the shop owner's eyes widened in fear, as if he saw the scythe of death swinging at him. He was too scared before and could only vaguely hear the clown asking for burgers and fried chicken, but missed the last donut. Maybe he wanted to ignore it subconsciously. After all, this was a burger shop. Where did the donuts come from? ! Everyone knows this truth, but he doesn't dare to say it even if he has ten courages. Maybe the clown just wants to find a reason to kill? The boss's body trembled more and more violently, and finally he fell to the ground foaming at the mouth. Zhou Keer was startled and opened her eyes slightly. Is this, is this a case of porcelain? ! Author: Long Live Cat Maybe Chapter 7 At the same time, Tim, who was in the Batcave, also discovered something was wrong. He found the fast food restaurant. God knows what he saw. The clown was standing in the fast food restaurant intact, even holding a bag of fast food in his hand. In front of him, there was a man. It was obvious that the clown had returned to the world. Maybe the death was just an illusion to deceive outsiders, and no one except Batman really investigated it. Damn it, he had to inform B immediately. Over there, our cute clown-chan, who still doesn't know what is waiting for him, is thinking about whether to leave directly and ignore the boss, or to leave directly but take some things with him? Then of course the lovely Zhou Ke'er chose 2. After all, he thought that even if he had no money, he could let Batman give him the Best Gotham Citizen Award. Of course, his favorite thing is of course the Batman's Only Recognized Enemy Award (if there really is such a magical award). However, just after he had collected almost all the things he loved, he suddenly heard a sound that could make all ugly hearts swell: "joke" 8. Maybe Chapter 8 How was the clown feeling at that time? The brain that is often dismantled and rewired buzzes with joy. As the leader of the great Arkham fan club, how does it feel when he meets his most hated idol? Oh, donuts are shit, to hell with them. ——He wants to slide and kneel 50 meters to send fireworks to the bat! Unable to suppress a smile, he turned around, grinned, and said aggrievedly: "Bat——I hatttttttt——" "Bang——" Batman didn't give the Joker a chance to finish his words, nor did he let him slide 50 meters to his knees. He simply launched a set of 9999 moves and knocked the Joker away without a single miss. He knew how to deal with the clown: he must not let him have the opportunity to wag his colorful tongue. He came all the way after knowing the news, and his heart actually went cold. The clown first faked his death and then reappeared. There must be a huge conspiracy. When he got the news about his reappearance this time, it was hard to say whether it was aroused or dropped. But... Is something not quite right? Looking at the unconscious Joker on the ground, Batman was a little confused. When has the clown been so easy to fight? ——Where's the laughing gas? Where's the bomb? What about the acid-sprayed corsage? Why did you faint? At this time, if the fainted clown still has active brain cells, he will definitely consider his idol considerately: Oh, is the no-kill principle broken? Of course not, the Joker thought bitterly as he woke up in the big bed in Arkham Asylum. The bat actually hit me. Zhou Keer: Crying face. Her green hair stuck to the back of her neck like seaweed, and her sour green eyes drooped downward, almost like a big wet bird sitting on the edge of the bed in a depressed mood.

Chapter 2 What a shabby car, hot ass! Dawn breaks, and a new day dawns in Gotham City. Today's Gotham is different than in the past, although on the surface it seems that nothing has changed - after all, people still take drugs when they should, and rob when they should, and they all perform their duties in harmony. But everyone understood that the appearance of calm would not last long. The crime king of Gotham has been dead for two days, and now Gotham needs a new king to succeed it - I believe that many of Batman's old enemies will not let this stage show themselves. They are like sharks that smell the delicious smell of blood, lurking in the dark and waiting eagerly for their opponents to appear. ——None of those lunatics are fuel-efficient. I believe that the first one who can't hold himself back will soon come out to cause trouble. At this time, underground in Wayne Manor, in the Batcave. "Master, although I know you will definitely not listen to me, your old butler still wants to remind Mr. Batman that you have not rested for sixty-four hours and fifty-three minutes. If you continue like this, your body will be unable to bear it. I believe that the young masters will not want to see you like this, so can you let yourself take a break?" Alfred looked at Bruce who was working non-stop in front of the computer and persuaded him earnestly. "Afu, you know, there is no room for me to rest now." Batman's hoarse voice reached the old butler's ears. "Master Tim hopes to temporarily relieve your pressure. Although I don't really agree with letting him do this, I have to admit that he has become a mature Robin, and you do need a rest." "The clown can't die so easily. I still can't believe it. Even if there is no abnormality in the detection data, Constantine and the others did not detect the magic information, but I still can't believe it so simply... He may be plotting a big plan secretly, and those people in Arkham will definitely not sit still and wait for death. I need to prepare too much... I can't relax, not even for a moment. " "But I still care more about your body." Ah Fu still couldn't be convinced. "The clown is dead, isn't he? You know this better than anyone else." "As for the other people in Arkham, Master Tim can be responsible for monitoring. I know they will definitely cause trouble, but before that, at least you can have a rest, at least you don't have to drag your exhausted body to fight the enemy!" "Trust your old housekeeper, if there is any emergency, we will wake you up as soon as possible. Now please go to bed and rest, okay?" "But... Okay." Bruce finally compromised. "I only sleep for two hours. I'll be back soon. If anything happens, call me immediately. Do you understand?" Bruce said to Tim before leaving. "Understood, Bruce, I will take good care of them." Tim promised confidently. If there is an emergency, of course he will wake Bruce up as soon as possible, but during this period of time when there is no emergency, Bruce can't even think of waking him up in just two hours. Tim and Afu exchanged glances, understanding each other tacitly. At this moment, the clown is losing his temper at a purple and green sports car in an abandoned warehouse. "Bang bang bang!" He kicked the sports car hard several times. "Strange, why can't my car be dismantled and reassembled?" "Bah! Broken car! Hot chicken!" Obviously a very expensive sports car: "..." It's so difficult for me. Qwq

Chapter 4 (The little hot chick tries to pick up) The Joker angrily stared at the sports car for a while, and finally realized that he couldn't put the sports car into something else to surprise his little bat. Therefore, the value of these two beautiful and expensive sports cars in his heart instantly decreased, just like the group of fools in Arkham who could be singled out by Batman alone - when he realized that cooperating with them could not become Batman's biggest enemy, the Joker abandoned them without hesitation. Wait, Harley Quinn is different. Although she is also a regular guest of Arkham, she is of the same mind as me. Her smart little brain and strong physique have helped her complete [Weekly check-in—playing a fun game of chasing each other with the little bat] many times. Of course I have to take her with me this time. Of course, before setting off, Zhou Keer, who was petty and vindictive, took a chair with a missing leg and "conveniently" smashed it into the sports car. The sports car is not broken, but the chair is broken. The poor chair has been used for decades. It was supposed to stay in this abandoned warehouse until it rotted and was decomposed by decomposers. However, due to the clown's temporary "anger", the back of the chair was broken into pieces. "Huh?" Zhou Keer looked at the sharp wooden thorns at the broken part of the chair back and tilted his head in confusion. "In this case, it will be difficult to splice it back together." The fact is that no matter how hard the clown puts the pieces of wood that make up the chair together, as soon as he lets go, they will fall apart immediately. "What's wrong with this world?" (In order to conform to the author's text, I can only make the clown unaware that he has traveled to a parallel world...) The clown, who hadn't thought of the answer for a long time, decided to put the question aside for a while. The reason was simple: he was hungry. "I must have consumed too much energy just thinking." The clown bit his lower lip with his sharp shark teeth, "Well, I want to eat fried chicken burgers." He touched his pocket, and a pistol seemed to appear out of thin air. The clown played with the gun in his hand and decided to go to the most popular fast food restaurant in his memory. "I clearly remember this is the road?" The clown looked at the dark alley in front of him, confused. "Don't move, grab——" "I'll paralyze you!" The clown knocked out the robber neatly. This kind of monster will almost certainly appear in various dark alleys in Gotham. The difference between them and the mobs in the game is that they will weigh the pros and cons and run as far as possible when encountering super heroes or super counterattacks. As Batman's biggest enemy——Joker, he has always been an existence that these rats in the gutter cannot avoid. Today's unexpected situation, the clown attributed it to the reporter who made nonsense in the newspaper that he was dead. This kind of nonsense article can be believed. The clown looked at the expressionless robber on the ground and decided to teach this guy with a bad mind a lesson. ——For example, tearing off his two arms so that he can only reattach them in the police station, hahahahahahahaha, what a wonderful idea!

When I first read this book, I was still a high school student, and now I am in college (?_?) How many words were there at the time, and how many words are there now! ! ! Brother, don't you think this setting is really interesting? ! Don't you want to update it? ! ?_?

Chapter 5(Garbage Green River, swallowed me three times) The clown is a man who does whatever he wants, a little lunatic who "thinks" and does what he wants. Why not "do what you say"? Emmmmm, compared to the villains he has betrayed countless times, he has a deeper understanding of "the clown's mouth is a liar". In this regard, the clown said that it was just that his mouth was not very good at expressing his inner thoughts. He has a powerful mouth. The Joker admitted that when he was thinking about what game he wanted to play with the little bat, he easily convinced all the villains in Gotham. They are always bewitched by the Joker again and again, becoming the messenger pigeons for the Joker to express his hatred to Batman. Probably because his lips are painted with lipstick, Mouth likes sexy lips, so he has super powers. The little madman's ideas are always so different. It was not until later that Zhou Keer discovered that the Arkham people he used as gunmen actually enjoyed it, and even secretly established an organization called "Arkham Fans Group" behind his back. The angry Joker beat the Riddler because this guy successfully became the person in Arkham who had been beaten by Batman the most times with four hundred and two hundred and forty-three question marks, and won the title of "Leader of the Fan Club". Can the clown endure it? Of course not! Like an explosive cat, he scratched everyone in Arkham who was interested in Batman, organized a prison break, set off a few fireworks, and after being "caressed" by Batman, returned home with pink bubbles from who knows where... Oh no, it's Arkham. Now the title of "fan club leader" belongs to him. The only regret is that Batman was not allowed to say those words. Or, those three words: l hate you It's too far.

(Xiao Mengxin tries to pick up the dragon) (I feel like B's heart has exploded, so I try to write Why do people have hallucinations? Someone told Batman that the mechanism of hallucinations is not clear, and some people think it is related to neurotransmitters. Abnormalities occur in the brain's nerve conduction process. For example, after the auditory nerve is transmitted to the brain, dopamine activity in the auditory area is excessive, leading to disordered connections and hallucinations. Simply put, you are sick. This is nonsense. But after glancing around with his peripheral vision, this so-called hallucination could not possibly appear to so many people at the same time, so this possibility was ruled out. Was that a dream? From a psychological point of view, dreams are like a conscious window into the unconscious. Boone Ekstrand once gave a very scientific description of the causes of dreams in "Principles and Applications of Psychology." Under normal circumstances, dreams are consistent with the body's stimulation state, and their existence is inseparable from internal and external stimulation. He didn't think he could dream of such a dead man. Verification, this method saves a lot of trouble and also involves a lot of theoretical changes. The effects of forces are reciprocal. Batman thought. So when he knocked the person down with one punch, the numbing pain confirmed to him that this was not a dream. Looking at the person on the ground, he looked at the look of aggrievedness on his face for a while. Bat frowned and shook his hand. He came in too hastily and didn't wear his gloves properly. He was pricked by the brooch on Joker's chest, and some blood beads came out. As a brooch, the joker one is indeed sharper. The stamens of the rose showed a little bright red. Bat squatted down and cleaned up his own blood. It turns out that reality can sometimes seem fake. He stood for a while, and Tim came behind him. He felt the child's warmth, but somehow felt cold. He did not look back, and said: "Call Arkham." He's gone. The normal human body temperature is between 36°C and 37°C. But he felt a little hot. Did you know? He actually didn't like the phrase "Call Arkham." Because he was afraid that one day, he would be the one who asked his children to be imprisoned in Arkham. The Joker is dead. Batman can't. Do you know what mental illness is? Mental illness (psychosis) refers to a serious psychological disorder. The patient's cognition, emotion, will, movement behavior and other psychological activities may have lasting and obvious abnormalities; the patient is unable to study, work, and live normally; the movement behavior is difficult to be understood by ordinary people; under the control of morbid psychology, there is suicide or movement behavior that attacks or harms others. Batman knows that in most cases, the criterion is "actions that are difficult to understand by ordinary people." Ordinary people, ordinary people, normal people, ordinary people. So make an assumption. Suppose that everyone in this world is crazy and you are the only normal person. So, who is the madman? The proud work of this sinful goddess is in the eyes of the people of this city. Batman is the madman. After returning home, he wrapped his hands while watching the surveillance. He didn't resent the pain. When he was young, there seemed to be a vague memory of his parents taking him out for a bump-in-the-door encounter. Little bleeding, but some pain and numbness. He had been looking for this feeling for a long time before he realized that it was a unique feeling that could never be returned. The clown opened his eyes vaguely in the surveillance camera. He hadn't been bandaged yet, the scratch was a little deep and he was still bleeding. When the clown showed that hurt and confused expression of grievance again, he pursed his lips and raised his hand to hold the screen. Blood drops fell on it, fell into the core of the rose, and played a song "The Shepherd of Hoh Xil". Like really blooming. He slammed the computer shut and covered his face. JOKER is dead. BATMAN must live

(Yes, I am here again after many years and no one picked up the queue) For Bat, life is indeed like a mad dog. He wanted to win in this chess game, but the opponent not only overturned the chess board, but even said "fuck you". He should have been accustomed to this a long time ago. Life is so unfair and everyone is just a pawn played by fate. Joker felt extremely comfortable staying in Arkham, which made him feel ridiculous for a moment. He didn't know how long this scene would last. In other words, it never ended. Gotham always has bad weather that the whole world can't understand. When he was a child, he could tolerate it, but later he realized that he should get used to it. In other words, the leaden sky is always normal, and the abnormal one is always himself. He remembered that his original intention of keeping Damian by his side was that he was afraid that Damian would grow into a super villain, but he was also trying to prevent himself. In fact, Dick's childhood suited him very well. He has been walking a tightrope his whole life.

(A little more in Chapter 6) Zhou Keer tilted his head, and while turning the pistol in his hand, he started to order: "Hamburger, fried chicken... Um, and strawberry donuts, two!" Bring another one to the little bat, maybe I will receive another "i hate you" today~ Thinking of this, Zhou Keer's eyes began to "Bling~Bling", shining as if they had their own sound effects, oh no, there really are sound effects, and they were created by the little cutie Zhou~ The boss, who had barely returned to his senses, quickly prepared hamburgers and fried chicken. While preparing the meal, he suppressed his fear and glanced at the clown quickly. The clown seemed to be in a particularly good mood today. He was mumbling something and shaking his feet. But this was not good news, and it did not mean that his life, which had already gone to hell with half his foot, could be saved. After all, who knew what the madman was thinking? Maybe he was grinning at you one second, but he could put a bullet into your head the next second! The boss put aside his complicated thoughts and said, who cares, saving his life is the most important thing now. I hope Batman can come soon. At least he has no hope for the police or anything like that. After all, this is Gotham! However, it's daytime now, can the Dark Knight, who always only appears at night, really appear? The more desperate the boss thought about it, he almost wanted to fall to the ground and cry like a child, but he still kept moving his hands. After all, who doesn't want to live? Even if they can only survive in this shit-like Gotham, no one wants to give up until the last moment when the bullet enters the head. Soon the fried chicken and burgers were ready, leaving only the last thing - strawberry donuts. You know this is a burger restaurant, where did the donuts come from? ! Everyone knows this truth, but the boss doesn't dare to say it even if he has ten courages. Maybe the clown just wants to find a reason to kill? "Huh? Are my things ready?" Zhou Keer smelled the aroma of freshly cooked hamburger and fried chicken, walked to the boss, picked up a burger and took a big bite. "Huh——" Zhou Ke'er narrowed her eyes with satisfaction, for the first time~ After finishing the hamburger and fried chicken three times, five by two, Zhou Keer licked his fingers with satisfaction, then took out a lipstick from his pocket and touched up his makeup. Hey, we are about to see Little Bat. As the person that Little Bat hates the most, he must maintain his appearance as the baddest villain at all times. "By the way, where's my strawberry donut?" Zhou Ke'er, who had finished applying lipstick, looked at the messy table. She looked left and right but couldn't see the donut. Looking at Zhou Ke'er who looked at him in confusion, the shop owner's eyes widened in fear, as if he saw the scythe of death swinging at him. He was too scared before and could only vaguely hear the clown asking for burgers and fried chicken, but missed the last donut. Maybe he wanted to ignore it subconsciously. After all, this was a burger shop. Where did the donuts come from? ! Everyone knows this truth, but he doesn't dare to say it even if he has ten courages. Maybe the clown just wants to find a reason to kill? The boss's body trembled more and more violently, and finally he fell to the ground foaming at the mouth. Zhou Keer was startled and opened her eyes slightly. Is this, is this a case of porcelain? !

Chapter 6 "Gulu..." Zhou Keer touched her belly, ugh~ If I had known better, I wouldn't have wasted my time playing with this guy. My clothes were dirty and I was even hungrier QAQ "Fried chicken, fried chicken, and burgers" "When you're full, you can play with my little bat~" Zhou Keer poked the robber who had passed out due to excessive blood loss, and left the alley. No one noticed that in the deep corner of the alley, a micro-monitor was flashing red light. "Ahhh, clown!" "Help, Batman! Joker!" "The clown is resurrected! God, please save me!" Zhou Keer blinked, looking at the passers-by on the road who either screamed and ran away, or fell to their knees with despair and fear, hmm... The residents of Arkham today are really very enthusiastic~ As expected of me, the person Batman hates the most! Zhou Keer nodded with satisfaction. At this time, a familiar sign attracted his attention: "Ha~ Found it!" Zhou Keer jumped into the burger shop because she heard that Zhou Keer was resurrected and came to this street. At this time, the burger shop was already empty, except for the owner who had not had time to close the door and escape. "Go, go, don't open the door..." The boss who was grabbing money from the cash register heard the sound of the door opening and shouted angrily to chase people away. However, the voice suddenly became quiet after seeing the person entering the door, like a goose that was suddenly strangled by the neck. "Little, clown..." The boss's eyes were distracted and he murmured tremblingly. His legs were shaking and he was about to fall to his knees...