Jason, who had been shouting nonstop just moments ago, suddenly fell silent. Shane, on the other hand, shot to his feet.
"Joker?!"
"How could Joker be here?!"
It really wasn't that Shane had let his guard down.
Rather, ever since arriving in this world, he had never come face-to-face with Joker.
Aside from meeting a woman in the Flashpoint World who only vaguely resembled Joker, Shane had, at one point, practically forgotten that such a dangerous figure even existed in this universe's Gotham.
Of course, rationally speaking, Shane instinctively wanted nothing to do with someone so notorious.
She was an agent of chaos whom writers had loaded with every conceivable buff across all sorts of storylines, just like Batman and Superman.
Like a toad crawling over your foot, she didn't have to bite to make your skin crawl.
If Joker could keep to herself for the rest of her life without making her presence known to Shane, he certainly wouldn't go out of his way to provoke a lunatic whose behavior defied prediction.
He no longer had time to study the Mother Box.
Shane rushed straight over to Vundabar, who hung on the wall like a slab of cured meat. He wanted to interrogate him about whether he was also working with Joker, but the sight of his lifeless, ruined state left Shane momentarily speechless. In the end, he simply and efficiently put what remained of his body out of its misery. A short while later, Shane returned to Earth through the Shadow Dimension and met Jason, who had just arrived, outside the little second-floor room where Wilson had been taken.
Rachel informed Shane telepathically that Olympus's divine messenger scepter had left without causing any trouble. She had also questioned it directly, and it said it knew nothing about Joker