As he spoke, Joker projected footage from inside the castle into the skies above Gotham. He said, "Citizens of Gotham, I have good news for you: I've been found. The superheroes have created another miracle. Applaud.
"However, there's also bad news. Finding me is useless. It'll only make you even more desperate. Hahaha."
"Even more desperate?"
The citizens stared in shock. Then they saw a group of Zombies rise to their feet, and their expressions changed drastically. Kryptonians? Doomsday?
Damn it, with so many Gods of Men and Demons of Men, how were they supposed to fight?
"If you want to survive, make a wish. As long as you begin by addressing me as Joker, I'll hear you and grant your wish."
Joker continued, "Of course, this only works within Gotham City. As for other cities, you'll have to wait a while until I come shower you with my favor."
The citizens were filled with despair, and quite a few of them wavered. No matter the consequences of making a wish, they had to escape Gotham first. Joker's methods were so ruthless that Gotham would most likely be destroyed.
"The fear that guy Joker brings really is extraordinary. Once he dies, I'll definitely award him Employee of the Year."
Andrew sighed inwardly. It had to be said that Joker was an expert at creating fear. The Yellow Lantern Ring had personally certified that.
"That bastard."
The superheroes cursed through gritted teeth. They had finally found Joker, only for him to have prepared so many contingencies.
Joker was crazy, not stupid. His ability to plan was even better than that of most superheroes.
"Faora, use the Kryptonite long sword."
Andrew ordered. Ever since the Doomsday incident, Faora had kept a Kryptonian Long Sword on her—the sword had been shrunk down and