Game Over, Joker
On the dilapidated residential building, the Bat-Signal, like pillars reaching towards the dark clouds, illuminated a giant bat.
Gordon gripped the Joker playing card tightly in his hand, looked up at the sky, and hoped that Batman would descend from the heavens.
"Did you need something?"
Suddenly, Batman's deep voice came from behind him.
Ba Di, dressed in his Batman costume, stepped onto the dilapidated water tower on the rooftop, his bat cape fluttering in the wind, looking down at Gordon.
He lightly descended from the Batplane, which had already become invisible high in the sky. Following Batman's memory, he found a place where Gordon couldn't see him, then stepped forward, his figure rising high, his cape fluttering in the darkness, looking down at Gordon with a mysterious and majestic air, before asking him a question.
Of course, it was also because it was on the way, and Ba Di 'Gotham would inevitably have to deal with Gordon in the future, and might even hand over Gotham to him in the future, so he just happened to be passing by and took a look at Gordon.
"Barbara has been captured by the Joker! I know she's Batgirl!"
Gordon gritted his teeth and looked back at Batman with a heart full of pain.
It's really hard to predict what will happen when your own daughter falls into the hands of a madman like the Joker.
"Please save her!"
Gordon raised his trump card, his eyes glistening with tears, a plea filled with his last hope.
Ba Di's eyes lingered on the weathered Gordon in the darkness, then shifted to the Joker playing card. Realizing the Joker's destination was the Television Headquarters, he already had a pretty good idea of what was going on. He said in a low voice, "Go back to watching TV! I'll bring her back."
After saying this, Ba Di leaped backward and disappeared into the darkness. He spread his bat-shaped cape from the dilapidated apartment building and began to fall.
Meanwhile, in the dark streets, a Batmobile, like Spectre in the night, sped up from the far distance, its blue tail fin engine blazing, and in an instant, it sped towards the scene.
Gordon was about to say that he also planned to go and rescue his daughter, but before he could say anything, Batman jumped off the building. His reaction was so fast that it was unbelievable.
Gordon's heart skipped a beat.
He ran a few steps to the edge of the rooftop, peeked out, and saw Batman land perfectly on the driver's seat of the Batmobile, then casually slammed Batmobile hood shut. To his astonishment, the Batmobile sped away into the night, kicking up dust.
Before long, it turned into a small dot, shining in the darkness.
"Sir, do you really think you can fly? You were going over 120 kilometers per hour just now. You can't just jump off because it looks cool."
Alfred was terrified. Even though the Master was incredibly powerful, with a body at the limits of human potential, he had never done anything so dangerous.
If there had been even the slightest difference between the car's speed and the body's fall, and the person hadn't fallen into the driver's seat, they would have been finished.
Even if it fell into the driver's seat, it would still be equivalent to being hit at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. If it weren't for the Kevlar armor and the cushioning effect of the driver's seat, it would probably be turned into a meat patty. Just imagining it is terrifying.
"I've calculated everything; everything is safe."
Ba Di straightened his back, his spine cracking as he moved. A feeling of comfort surged up from his tailbone along his spine to his heart. Buffered by his muscles and the various instruments, and based on his calculations, this was merely a warm-up.
Using Bruce's body, which represents the limits of human potential, what he could do and calculate was far more extreme than what the original Batman could do. Some actions that seemed extremely dangerous to outsiders were all within his safe range.
"Good, good, good! You're so powerful, so capable!"
Alfred sighed and continued, "We just detected that the roof of Gotham Television Headquarters is covered with bombs, so there's no way to get in from there."
"Do you see which floor the Joker is on?"
"Based on the surveillance footage and the route Black entered, the Joker appeared on floors 3, 6, 7, 10, 15, and 17. A group of Joker Gang gathered on the 17th floor, so the Joker is on the 17th floor?"
"Not necessarily. Let's find a floor where we can broadcast live, like a news studio or something. If Barbara gets captured, the Joker will want the whole of Gotham to see Batman's true face, and he might even torture Barbara in front of the general Gotham City."
"Okay, so he'll be broadcasting live, which eliminates the 17th floor. The 17th floor is where a group of leaders have a banquet, so they've been kidnapped by the Joker Gang. The 10th floor is the news broadcast studio, and the 15th floor is the management office for the TV series broadcast; the Joker could be there either way."
"Very good, prepare to use the remote-controlled Batplane to cover me. I will climb outside the building and find the Joker."
"You're not planning to jump off a building again, are you?"
"Have no idea."
Ba Di said indifferently, his gaze already fixed on the Gotham Television Headquarters through the windshield.
The building is much shorter Wayne Enterprises; there's no comparison.
Ba Di parked the Batmobile in a secluded spot, crouched down, and observed two shady-looking security guards in blue uniforms at the entrance from a corner.
The security guard looked bored, his hat was askew, and he kept swinging his baton. He didn't look like a security guard at all. The other one was even more outrageous, squatting in a corner smoking marijuana and sprawled on the ground, enjoying a psychedelic experience.
"It seems the Joker Gang has taken control of the entire building. Notify Gordon to come and clean up the place in five minutes."
Ba Di glanced at the gate and spoke into the communicator.
He then took two steps back, activated the thermal imaging detection of his bat helmet, and two suction discs appeared in his hands. He began to climb the wall, like a spider, scaling the outside of the building. With each floor he climbed, Ba Di would place a small piece of nerve gas inside, enough to paralyze all the ordinary people on that floor, rendering them temporarily unconscious and unable to move.
The twentieth floor.
In a dark room, a bright beam of light shines down from the ceiling onto Barbara, the Batgirl, who is wearing a bat costume and lying unconscious on the bed. She lies unconscious on a dilapidated square table, sleeping like Snow White.
Meanwhile, a considerable number of backstage live-streaming staff, trembling with fear, began preparing for the live stream under the control of the Joker Gang's guns.
"Headset... ready to go..."
"Camera ready..."
"Cut off other TV programs..."
"Okay... we can start broadcasting..."
The employee in charge of filming was trembling and shaking.
The Joker was dressed in Purple Swallowtail Coat, with algae-green hair neatly combed back, and a pale, dyed face that gave him a somewhat spirited appearance.
He pointed lightly at the cameraman and pouted, saying, "Don't shake, don't be afraid. I just want to use this method to notify Little Bat to come and have a city-wide celebration."
The Joker smiled and flicked his finger at the camera crew, then turned around, combed his neatly styled green hair back with both hands, stepped into the beam of light, and began his hosting career.
With a snap of the Joker's fingers, the live stream... began.
The Joker's face immediately appeared on every television screen in Gotham City.
"Everyone... you all know Bruce is Batman. I wonder how long it will take Batman to find me from now on?"
"Little bat, I'm looking forward to seeing you."
"Now, let's play a game, Batgirl..."
Just as the Joker, scalpel in hand, was conducting his ceremony, slicing across Batgirl's face...
suddenly.
On the television screen, a pistol silently appears on camera, pointing at the Joker's temple.
"Game over, Joker."