Joker's Death

Gotham.

This is an unsettling day.

I'm watching a news report about Bruce Wayne being Batman today.

Coincidentally, throughout Gotham, everyone watching TV at home and on the large screens in the square experienced a burst of static before the image of a Joker appeared on the screen.

This is not unfamiliar to the people of Gotham, because the Joker and Bane have both pulled this stunt before, hacking the city's television screens, causing a major incident, declaring war on the entire Gotham, and drawing out Batman.

The moment the Joker appears on television, whether you're watching TV at home or standing on the street watching a big screen, you can't help but feel that the Joker is about to cause trouble.

Especially considering that Batman's true identity was revealed by the Joker and acknowledged by Bruce.

"This is... the Joker!"

"Is he going to go against Batman again?"

Will Batman strike this time? Will Bruce still be able to appear freely?

"I hope Batman doesn't show up."

"Without Batman, there would be no Joker in Gotham."

"Is Bruce still roaming Gotham with impunity?"

What's the use of laws?

Almost the entire Gotham was watching what the Joker was about to do.

Instead of being concerned about what the Joker wanted to do, they had a conflicted feeling, wanting to see if Batman was Bruce and if he would reappear.

The Joker grinned, laughing wildly.

"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..."

After he finished speaking, a pistol silently appeared on the television screen, pointing at the Joker's temple.

Batman's figure emerged from the darkness like Spectre, holding a pistol and pointing it at the Joker's temple.

The Joker's scalpel hovered over Batgirl's neck, near her carotid artery, its sharp, cold light gleaming under the lights.

Almost the entire city was shocked and in uproar.

Batman has appeared!

"Look, his chin really does resemble that Playboy from Wayne Enterprises."

"It's him, even the stubble is the same."

"He really is Batman."

Throughout the city, heated discussions continued to rise. Many people were holding old photos of Bruce and comparing them to the Batman on the current screen, and found that the chin was indeed very similar, and even the stubble seemed to be arranged in the same way.

The Joker was somewhat taken aback. Ever since Bruce revealed his identity and Batman deviated from his expectations, he had felt a sense of surprise. And now, the live stream had only just begun, and Batman had already silently appeared beside him, catching him completely off guard.

It felt like Bruce could just casually pinch him.

When did Batman become so powerful? However, despite the unexpected speed of Batman's actions, the Joker, being a mental patient, didn't know what fear was. Feeling the cold muzzle of the gun at his temple, he still grinned and jokingly said, "No, no, no, the game has only just begun."

suddenly.

The camera jerked slightly, still focusing on the Joker and Batman, but tilting considerably, causing viewers in front of their televisions to involuntarily crane their necks to follow the camera's movement.

Now, the Joker Gang and the original radio station staff are all unconscious, their bodies convulsing, and they have fallen stiffly to the ground.

The neurotoxin that Ba Di had already designed has wiped out everyone in the building, from ordinary people to Joker Gang members. Everyone in the building is now unconscious.

Only the Joker, due to his physical condition, was able to resist the toxins, and Ba Di had already taken the antidote, so he was safe and sound.

"Um...?"

The Joker squinted, grinned at his men, and shrugged. "Looks like it's really over."

"Then shoot me! Kill me!"

The Joker grinned, and with a gentle scrape of his scalpel, a tiny blood vessel gushed from Batman's neck, spurting blood that stained the camera lens red.

"Excuse me, little bat, my scalpel contains nitrous oxide. If I can't neutralize it within half an hour, congratulations, Batgirl, you'll die the Batman Who Laughs in front of the camera."

Ba Di's face darkened, his eyes turning cold, and he pressed the pistol against the Joker's temple. "Do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

A chill ran through Ba Di's heart. He didn't mind killing, as long as he didn't kill too many people, it wouldn't be inconsistent with Batman's original behavior. Batman wouldn't kill people in some extremely difficult situations; he had always restrained the demons within him.

As for Ba Di, as long as he doesn't kill too many people, it won't contradict Batman's original wishes. He always calculates things to a certain extent before he considers it a failure.

The reason he didn't fire was because Barbara's carotid artery was too close to the scalpel. The conditioned reflex of her body trembling after shooting the Joker would cause the scalpel to sever her carotid artery, which is why he didn't fire.

The Joker almost laughed out loud, grinning and mocking Batman. No matter what, Batman was always his puppet, afraid to kill him, afraid to unleash the demon within him. He would forever restrain Batman.

He mocked, constantly pressing his temples to the muzzle of the gun, as if desperately wanting Ba Di to fire.

"Come on, aim!"

"You wouldn't dare kill me! Kill me, and you'll become the next me..."

'Bang!'

Are you kidding me? Killing you will make me who you are?

As the Joker laughed, with the scalpel two centimeters from the carotid artery, Ba Di, his face cold, fired a shot that pierced the Joker's temple.

This shot sent a shiver down the spines of almost everyone in Gotham City.

Batman seemed to have transformed into a demon, leaving the entire population of Gotham stunned.

Are you really going to shoot?

The Joker ... is dead! Ba Di stepped forward just in time. As the Joker, his eyes vacant, collapsed and the scalpel grazed Barbara's carotid artery, Ba Di swiftly reached out and pulled the Joker's hand up, preventing Barbara from dying from a ruptured carotid artery due to the gunshot wound.

He took out emergency supplies from the bat belt to stop Barbara's bleeding. Then, he picked up the scalpel from the Joker's hand, examined it closely, and found that the Joker was right—it was poisonous.

Ba Di's heart skipped a beat; Barbara only had half an hour! Immediately, Ba Di disregarded the fact that he was live-streaming, picked Barbara up with one hand, ran towards the window, and remotely controlled the Batmobile.

With a 'whoosh' sound.

He smashed through the 20th-floor window, sending shards of glass flying. Using his bat-cloak, Ba Di created a makeshift parachute and landed directly in front of the Batmobile that was coming on autopilot.

With Barbara tucked into the passenger seat, Ba Di steered the Batmobile, drifting around a corner, the blue engine blazing from the rear wing as it accelerated towards the Batcave.

The sky was overcast with dark clouds.

At that moment, a red and blue figure suddenly burst through the air with a sonic boom, hurtling towards the front of the Batmobile.