Batman vs.???

The ancient and sinister buildings of Arkham Asylum stand on the edge of the city.

Thick fog filled the surroundings, and a cold wind howled, seemingly carrying an eerie murmur.

The gates of the mental hospital were tightly shut, and vines climbed all over the rusty iron bars, like a series of restrictive shackles.

Along the wall, there was a dim streetlamp at intervals. The light appeared hazy and weak in the thick fog, which only added to the eerie atmosphere.

Inside Arkham.

On a stage made of dilapidated tables, the Joker and Batman, dressed in cheap costumes, are fighting each other.

The Joker's makeup was exaggerated and distorted, and his movements were comical yet carried a hint of madness.

Batman's costume was rudimentary and ill-fitting, making his fighting movements appear stiff and awkward.

"Joker, when are we going out?"

"The Mad Hatter shouted impatiently," he and the Riddler, " we've had enough of this boring drama."

However, only the Joker laughed uncontrollably at the sight. His sharp, piercing laughter echoed throughout the room, as if it were the most entertaining performance in the world to him.

The Joker abruptly stopped, tilting his head to look at the Mad Hatter. His exaggeratedly bright red lips stretched to his ears, and his crooked, yellow teeth gleamed in the darkness.

"Get out? Hahahaha..."

The Joker's laughter seemed to shake the walls of the cell.

"My dear Mad Hatter, we're already 'out there'! Look around, this stage, this show, it's much more interesting than Gotham Street outside!"

After saying that, he grabbed the collar of the "Batman" costume in front of him and shook it violently, the cheap fabric rustling.

Then, the Joker jumped to the edge of the table, stood on one leg, wobbling precariously, but with a look of ecstasy on his face, winking at the Mad Hatter.

"As for the timing, wait until the show really reaches its climax! Wait until Batman is driven to the point of collapse and tears, and throws away his ridiculous moral code."

Or we can wait until all those idiot cops and nurses outside are scared out of their wits and open the door for us, then we can swagger out and give Gotham a once-in-a-lifetime celebration!

After saying this, the Joker threw his head back and burst into another fit of maniacal the Batman Who Laughs, which echoed through the chaotic Arkham.

"You've made arrangements outside, when are you going to rescue us?" the Mad Hatter asked anxiously.

"Who knows? Maybe it'll happen in the next second. Hahaha..."

The Joker laughed wildly, his laughter echoing in the empty room.

An explosion interrupted the Joker's laughter; the deafening sound drew the attention of everyone in Arkham.

"Here you come, Joker, you've got some nerve."

The Riddler's face lit up with ecstatic joy.

The Joker looked puzzled; his plan was supposed to be five days later, and this sudden explosion was completely unexpected.

All the guards rushed towards the direction of the explosion, and upon seeing who it was, they...

"Batman?"

It's worth noting that a large portion of Arkham's infiltrators were sent in by Batman.

Deadpool dusted himself off and, hearing someone call his name, flashed a charming smile.

"That's right, I am Batman. I knocked but no one answered, so I opened the door myself. I'm here to exchange ideas and learn from Arkham. They say Gotham is a land of outstanding people, especially the Joker, I..."

The guards silently pulled out their stun guns.

"It's fake, catch him."

Deadpool's smile froze instantly.

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean fake? This is officially licensed by Batman, and this suit is the coolest one in the arsenal, unlike the others which are bootlegs."

Even if Batman had a huge inventory, it couldn't possibly be a hundred sets; everyone else bought theirs from the store.

Deadpool sighed helplessly as he watched the guards rushing towards him, and said to the camera that appeared out of nowhere:

"This chapter was originally titled (Batman vs. Arkham Graduate), but it's now changed to (Batman vs. Arkham)."

After saying that, Deadpool's eyes narrowed, and he swiftly snatched the stun gun that was being thrust at him and shoved it back at him.

The moment the stun baton touched the guard's body, the current hissed, and the guard convulsed in pain and collapsed to the ground.

Deadpool moved like a ghost, instantly losing his earlier languid, joking demeanor.

He wielded the stolen stun gun with great skill, aiming precisely at the surrounding guards.

A guard, mustering his courage, swung a stun baton at Deadpool's head. Deadpool easily dodged it by tilting his head, then used his elbow to strike the guard's armpit. As the guard bent over in pain, Deadpool kicked him in the stomach, sending the guard flying backward and knocking down two people behind him.

He darted forward again, pressed the stun gun against the fallen man, and the current hissed as it shot out. The guards convulsed, their eyes rolled back, and they instantly lost all ability to resist.

Several cunning guards tried to sneak up behind Deadpool and attack him, but he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He flicked his stun baton backward and struck the attacker's nose with a "smack," splattering blood everywhere. The man covered his face and screamed in pain.

Deadpool turned around smoothly, bent over, and spun around, executing a series of fluid movements. His stun baton struck the targets repeatedly, and the guards who were hit fell to the ground, convulsing and groaning in pain.

Another wave of reinforcements rushed in from the other end of the corridor, armed with guns.

Another wave of reinforcements rushed in from the other end of the corridor, armed with guns.

"Ready? This is going to be a classic scene."

Deadpool threw away the stun baton in his hand and was about to draw the steel knife from his back.

One hand suddenly got tangled in the cloak and couldn't get it free.

"Fuck!"

Bang bang bang!

The guards on the other side wouldn't give him a chance and opened fire immediately.

Ding ding ding!

Deadpool wielded a steel knife with one hand, deflecting numerous bullets, sparks flying from the clashing metal.

However, quite a few bullets still entered his body.

The guard at the other end of the corridor breathed a sigh of relief; this fake Batman was also quite capable in combat.

The group approached Deadpool, preparing to collect the body.

"Surprise!"

Deadpool suddenly looked up, a flash of light appeared in the dark corridor, and all the guards around him fell to the ground.

"He's not dead! Shoot him!"

No sooner had one of the guards finished speaking than Deadpool appeared before him, raising the back of his knife.

Bang bang bang

Ding ding ding-

Deadpool blocked them all and charged at the armed guards.

Some guards turned and ran in fear, their footsteps echoing down the corridor, followed by their terrified shouts.

The guards, pale-faced and trembling like leaves, ran back in terror, shouting incoherently, "Run! Batman is here to save the Joker!"

Batman comes to save the Joker?

Such niche lines.

The Mad Hatter and the Riddler stared in astonishment at the Joker standing to the side.

"This was also part of your plan, to have Batman come to your rescue."

How could that be?

Although he always wanted to expose Batman's dark side, no matter what plan he devised, Batman would never come to his rescue.

The Joker stared intently at the figure emerging from the shadows, his eyes unblinking, his exaggerated makeup unable to conceal his current confusion.