Zhou Ke'er, Go Back to Arkham, I, Batman, Swear I Won't Hit You

The Joker Gang captain hurriedly checked in over the channel, only to discover that quite a few Joker Gang members had already gone missing.

Some Joker Gang members had even seen several black tentacles dart out from the shadows, drag their companions beside them into the darkness, and then vanish without a trace.

In an instant, rumors of ghosts spread through the entire channel, leaving the remaining Joker Gang members anxious and unsettled.

"Trust science. There are no ghosts in this world. Batman must have broken in."

The Joker Gang captain had seen his share of things. He roared into the channel, "From now on, everyone pairs up. No one moves alone. Report any abnormalities immediately!"

The order was issued decisively, but unfortunately, it did little good.

More and more people kept losing contact. Voices in the communication channel vanished one after another, making everyone's skin crawl.

Watching his side's numbers continually dwindle, the Joker Gang captain gritted his teeth and decisively ordered everyone to gather in the center of the floor.

The surviving Joker Gang members quickly converged, guns raised as they warily watched their surroundings. The atmosphere was unbearably tense.

The Joker Gang captain tried to steady morale. "Don't panic. Batman doesn't kill. We'll be fine. At worst, we'll spend a few months in the hospital. Once today is over, we'll get a huge commission from the Joker, enough to never worry for the rest of our lives. This job is guaranteed profit."

He had reason to say that.

Batman had an absolute no-killing rule. His attacks looked brutal, but in truth, he controlled his strength with extreme precision.

Someone had once seen Batman blast a fleeing car into the air with a rocket. The vehicle spun three and a half times in midair before crashing down and