Joker Quinn

"If there are only a dozen or so, we can still force our way in, but with a hundred, we'll have to think of other ways."

Dick frowned, lost in thought.

"What can we do, Nightwing? You're the one who called us here, yet you don't even have a plan of action. Why don't you listen to me and just blow up the Batcave? That way, at least half of them will be dead."

Jason's face was full of sarcasm, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction and impatience.

"Bruce and Alfred might still be alive; you could kill them by doing this," Dick roared.

"Then what do you suggest? Kill them? Maybe they're already dead."

Jason refused to back down, his expression contorted with rage.

"Shut up, Jason!"

Dick could no longer suppress his anger.

"You'll have to see if you can shut me up."

Jason smiled coldly, gripping the dagger tightly in his hand, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

Dick gritted his teeth, drew his short stick, gripped it tightly in his hand, and assumed an attack stance.

Jason, showing no fear, held the dagger horizontally in front of him, and the two were on the verge of exploding with tension, the atmosphere instantly reaching its peak.

"Enough, you two. Or are you planning to kill each other before defeating the enemy? Is that what Bruce taught you?"

Oliver shouted, his face grim.

"I'm sorry, Oliver, I was too impulsive."

Dick, his face full of remorse, slowly put away the short stick.

"Snort."

Jason snorted coldly, sheathed his dagger, and turned his head to the side.

Oliver sighed helplessly; he knew about the complicated past and entanglements between the various Robin.

None of the three of them were at fault; the only one to blame is Bruce, the father.

"I think you should take a look at this."

Barbara didn't care about their family relationships; she was only focused on doing her job well.

All eyes turned to the image she was showing.

A handsome man was seen leading two beautiful women out of the manor.

"Of these three, I only found information about the red-haired woman. She's a student and has been missing for several months. There's no information about the other two in this world," Barbara explained quickly.

"Is he the leader of those Batman?" Tim asked doubtfully.

"We'll find out once we catch them and ask them," Jason said firmly.

"Then let's go," Dick ordered.

"Barbara, we've come to find you." Oliver

The group quickly got ready and left, leaving Barbara alone.

Barbara touched her leg in disappointment, a wave of helplessness and sadness washing over her.

Suddenly, the figure in the picture looked at her and smiled slightly.

Barbara instantly felt a chill run down her spine.

This is a trap!!!

Just as she was about to take out her phone to call them back, a black cloth was suddenly covered over her mouth and nose.

Barbara fainted instantly.

Meanwhile, Dick and his group followed closely behind Kino and his group in two cars.

"How long do we have to wait?" Jason said impatiently, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers.

"Wait until there are fewer people; we can't make a move in front of so many people."

Dick said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the vehicles ahead.

"Why? This is a daily occurrence in Gotham."

Jason frowned, his face showing confusion and impatience.

"But not today. Those Batman, though we don't know what their purpose is, are indeed fighting crime. Gotham is quiet today; if we make a move, it will attract attention."

Dick explained patiently, his expression serious.

"Then why should we bother dealing with him? I think it's better to hand Gotham over to them. That way, there won't be Joker, gangsters, or robberies."

Jason pursed his lips, his tone tinged with a hint of defiance.

"... Jason, I'm sorry, I wasn't in Gotham at that time. If I had stayed in Gotham, would things have been different?"

Dick's voice was filled with guilt, and his eyes revealed deep self-reproach.

Jason was incredulous when he heard his older brother's apology and was stunned for a moment.

"... You can't change anything, it's all Batman's fault."

In truth, he knew very well that he didn't harbor much hatred towards Dick and Tim; it was just a feeling of grievance and jealousy.

I feel wronged that my older brother didn't help me get revenge.

Jealousy: Why did I die, only to have a replacement appear?

"Bruce, he misses you very much."

Tim quietly fiddled with his computer.

Oliver sighed as well. They were all good kids. Was Bruce's no-kill policy really a good thing?

"Aside from other things, Bruce has a good eye for adoptive parents."

Venom heard the sounds behind him and relayed them to Pamela.

"No wonder Jason was so angry; anyone else would have gone crazy."

Pamela said with a look of pity.

"Kino, when do we make our move?"

"Let's finish exploring this street."

They arrived at a clothing store with Venom and Pamela, only to encounter an unexpected person.

They were dressed in brightly colored, exaggerated clothing.

Harley Quinn, the Harley Quinn.

Pamela's red hair instantly caught Harley's attention.

"Oh, I love your hair, so bright red, like a rose."

Harley quickly walked up to Pamela, her eyes shining, completely ignoring Kino and Venom, and extended her hand as if they were old friends.

"My name is Harley Quinn, you can also call me Harley, the Harley Quinn, whatever you like."

Harley's face beamed with a warm smile.

Pamela was somewhat surprised, but she still smiled and extended her hand.

"I am Pamela Lillian Aisley."

"That's a nice name. Can I call you Little Red?" Harley tilted her head, looking expectant.

"Um, okay."

Pamela was taken aback. Although she had read some comics in the Marvel Universe and knew that the two would have a good relationship in the future, she did not expect them to be so familiar with each other on their first meeting.

It's not unpleasant to the eye; on the contrary, it's quite interesting.

Kino and Venom exchanged a glance, then, without disturbing the two, ran to the side and picked up their clothes.

Although Gotham is chaotic, its art style is also very avant-garde.

Harley Quinn, oblivious to everyone else, started chatting with Pamela, gesturing wildly and looking excited.

"Little Red, do you know what? Once, for him, I jumped off such a tall building, haha, wasn't that crazy?"

Harley laughed loudly, her eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

"And another thing, I'll rob a bank for him, I'll go against Batman, I'm not afraid of anything!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, as if these extremely dangerous events were incredibly beautiful memories.

Pamela listened quietly, a hint of heartache in her eyes.

In her view, most of these so-called crazy experiences were nothing but ruthless exploitation, heartless abandonment, and deep hurt.

However, Harley still saw these as love, a reckless, moth-to-a-flame kind of love.

Pamela sighed softly. This seemingly crazy and unruly woman was actually so fragile and longed to be loved.