Joker: Batman, Save Me

"This is Conning Street, the Joker's Gang has too much firepower, requesting immediate backup."

"HQ, Joker's Gang causing trouble on Wayne Avenue, over a hundred individuals, requesting mobile unit deployment."

"Falls Street patrol requests support, we're surrounded by the Joker's Gang."

Distress calls echoed from the walkie-talkies, casting grim expressions on the faces of the Five Robins.

The Court of Owls incident wasn't even over, and now the Joker's Gang was rioting.

"Don't mind me, go quell the disturbance."

Bruce caught a whiff of conspiracy but still ordered them to deploy.

It was because Gotham couldn't be without the Bat-Family, nor could criminals be allowed to run rampant.

Everyone immediately rushed to the city center, hoping for a quick resolution and a swift return.

At this moment, Allen rode his electric bicycle out.

The gatekeeper at Arkham Asylum naturally wouldn't open the door for him; he followed his usual unconventional route.

Passing through a patch of wilderness, Allen stopped his bike and looked at the lush wildflowers.

"It's rude to visit empty-handed."

Allen got off his bike and picked some wildflowers as a gift for his visit.

And, in a thoughtful gesture, he wrapped them in a burger wrapper he'd gotten from the relief point yesterday.

"Director Chen was right, even a piece of toilet paper has its use."

He sped all the way to Wayne Manor.

"Butler Batman, open the door."

Allen shouted towards the iron gate, but received no response.

He then turned his attention to the doorbell button.

Ding-dong!

After waiting for a minute, still no one came.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

"Could Batsy and Butler Batman have eloped?"

Allen calmly analyzed, immediately dismissed the thought, and then concluded: "Impossible, they must be hiding to watch adult movies."

Ding-ding-ding-dong!

Ding-ding-ding-ding-dong!

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

Frustrated, Allen frantically pressed the doorbell, his fingers repeatedly jabbing the button, determined to get them out and question them.

Sizzle...

A spark of electricity flashed, and white smoke billowed from the doorbell.

Allen withdrew his hands in bewilderment, looking innocently at the defunct doorbell.

Glancing around and seeing no one, he let out a sigh of relief and comforted the doorbell: "I'm very sorry, you had to endure pressure you shouldn't have at your age. I hope you'll learn to be more sensible next time."

With that, he lifted his electric bicycle, tossed it over the wall, and then Allen climbed over himself.

"Since I'm here, am I supposed to leave on an empty stomach?"

Allen declared that the flowers weren't free; he at least wanted a meal, otherwise, he'd feel ripped off.

The electric bicycle roamed freely around the Wayne family's ancient castle.

It made Allen sigh enviously, "With a house this big, taking a taxi to the bathroom would cost at least the base fare."

He took himself and his bike into the elevator, descending directly to the underground Batcave.

Ding!

"Butler Batman, what happened to you?"

As the elevator doors opened, the first thing he saw was Alfred, covered in blood, lying on the ground.

Allen rushed forward to express his concern: "Alfred, the ground is cold, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Allen, save Master quickly."

Alfred weakly pointed into the distance, where there was an opening leading straight underground.

"Batsy is so naughty, he never listens to advice."

Peering into the entrance, Allen wore an expression of disappointment, then picked up the severely injured Alfred and said, "I can only help you join me in the afterlife."

"..."

"You lunatic, what are you doing?"

I asked you to save Bruce, not throw me into a hole.

Unfortunately, even Alfred's words were difficult to get out now.

In the green Serpent's Blood pool, two corpses lay quietly.

Bruce was wearing a soft, comfortable pajama set, though it was torn in several places. He was submerged face down in the Serpent's Blood.

Beside him was the Joker in a purple suit, his face still contorted into an exaggerated smile even in death.

After the Court of Owls revealed Batman's identity, Arthur meticulously planned his operation.

First, he had the Joker's Gang cause trouble in Gotham City, drawing away the Five Robins. Then, he went to Wayne Manor alone.

Before entering, he rang the doorbell and left a gift box.

The unsuspecting butler, Alfred, picked up the gift box and opened it. The poison gas inside sprayed out, bringing him under control.

Then, he found the Batcave and confronted Bruce directly.

When dealing with Batman, you could only ambush him, not challenge him to a fight.

After a fierce exchange, they both fell into the cave and died.

Even though Bruce's body hadn't recovered yet, the Joker could only manage to take them both down with him.

It was as if fate was playing a joke, as they had fallen right into the Serpent's Blood pool.

Suddenly, Arthur's finger twitched. Then, he sat up in confusion, bewildered that he was still alive.

He dazedly touched the top of his head and his eyes widened.

"My hair has grown back."

Arthur joyfully pulled at two strands of hair in front of his eyes, seeing his lost green hair restored.

Splat!

Before he could finish admiring his hair, he heard a familiar sound that made his body tremble.

Following the sound.

In the cave, a shadowy corner was illuminated by a flame, revealing a face with a terrifying smile.

"Allen!?"

That's right, it was Allen, grinning so wide his gums were showing.

"Don't come any closer, let's talk this out."

Arthur watched Allen walk slowly towards him, a premonition of what was about to happen filling his heart. At this moment, his laughing sickness was cured, and only fear showed on his face.

"Classmate Joker."

Allen said sternly and righteously, "At your age, you should be studying crime and fighting justice, not focusing on frivolous things like growing out your hair and dyeing it. As the Dean of Students at Gotham University, I must extinguish this unhealthy trend and guide you back onto the path of crime."

"You're insane!"

Arthur scrambled to his feet and fled in a panic.

He would rather face Batman than this lunatic.

Before he could take a few steps, Allen had him pinned down, his lighter turned to its highest flame.

You ask where he got the lighter?

He picked it up when he was handing out relief cigarettes.

As the saying goes, "I may not smoke, but I must have it."

"Allen, no! Please, I'm begging you, don't burn my hair. You can burn my armpit hair, or even my shedding hair."

Arthur pleaded with a crying voice, his hands clawing desperately, trying to escape Allen's clutches.

"You bad student, not committing crimes properly, and you still want to bargain? Do you think my authority as Dean of Students is just for show? This time, I'll burn off your eyebrows too."

Allen had already picked up the lighter and ignited a tuft of green hair. A sizzling sound accompanied a burnt, foul odor.

Arthur cried out in pain and despair, "No, please stop! Batman, wake up, save me!"

Someone's calling me?

It sounds like the Joker.

Bruce slowly woke up and looked up to see Allen straddling the Joker, using a lighter to burn the man's hair.

"I must be dreaming. How could the Joker be asking me for help?"

Bruce chuckled bitterly and buried his head back in the pool.

He felt the temperature of the cold Serpent's Blood liquid and suddenly lifted his head, realizing he wasn't dreaming.

"It's not a dream!"

Bruce remembered what had happened earlier and suddenly realized that the Serpent's Blood had revived him.

Looking at the Joker, who was apologizing while begging for help, Bruce resolutely chose to stand by and watch.

Firstly, he admitted he couldn't beat Allen. Secondly, there was no reason to help an enemy. He even worried that if Allen went crazy, he might burn his hair too.