This was a dark, gloomy tunnel.
Batman walked through the long tunnel, able to hear even his own crisp footsteps.
"Tap~"
As he rounded another corner, countless silver-blue lights suddenly lit up on the surrounding walls.
Batman examined them closely and realized that the walls were made up of countless display screens.
"Welcome, our superstar."
Joker's voice came from countless screens, each showing his pale, twisted face.
"Oh, my dear Bat, you have no idea what surprises I've prepared for you."
Like a lovesick girl plagued by anxious uncertainty, Joker rubbed his cheeks with his hands and struck a cute pose. "I'm sure you'll love my gift!"
"Joker, I know you're listening."
Batman spoke to the screens. "This is between the two of us. Don't drag innocent people into it."
"Innocent?"
Joker sighed. "My dear Bat, you're still the same, always thinking that some people are innocent."
"But I don't think anyone is innocent. From the moment people are born, they are destined to commit certain sins. Everyone is guilty, yet they always portray themselves as pure and spotless."
"Like children—pouring boiling water on ants or something. To the ants, wouldn't that child be a heinous criminal? Then why doesn't the court sentence him to death?"
Batman ignored Joker's self-justifying rant.
He passed a long row of computer screens.
Even though Joker had made this place into a maze, Batman could always find a way to solve it.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless throwing knives flew from the darkness, stabbing toward Batman.
At the same time, the floor beneath his feet sank, revealing rows of sharp, deadly spikes.
This was clearly a chain trap. During his time studying at Arkham Asylum, Joker had not done nothing. At the very least, he had learned some criminal techniques and trap setups from others.