The Joker recited a prayer.
The next second, he discovered that this thing actually led to Bruce in front of him.
The Joker instantly stopped believing in God again. He even wanted to grab God by the neck and ask, "Are you blind?!"
Beyond all the misfortunes the Joker had suffered, today he had developed an entirely different kind of despair—this unidentified lump of something in front of him was fucking an Angel.
"Then do you want to know what exactly is going on?" Bruce asked smugly.
The Joker glared at him darkly. At least now he realized that Bruce had fully exploited his curiosity—his curiosity about the Court of Owls, Superman, mysterious forces, and especially how all of this had come about.
If one regarded the Joker merely as a synonym for chaos, that would be flattening his madness far too much.
He was actually quite intellectually curious, even a fanatical explorer. Long immersed in all kinds of strange thoughts, he would never let go of an opportunity to verify or put them into practice. In this regard, he did not advocate getting something for nothing. Instead, he preferred equivalent exchange, finding greater satisfaction in the process of paying a price to acquire knowledge.
Or rather, the process was what mattered most. While investing time, energy, or other costs, imagining a definite answer brought a sense of security. That was why most outstanding scholars were more focused than ordinary people.
By asking that question, Bruce was effectively telling the Joker: yes, there was a definite answer here that he certainly did not know, and if he paid the price to explore it, he would definitely gain something.
Who could refuse that?
Not the Joker, and not Batman either. This was even his favorite thing to do. So-called deduction was