The moment Joker and Batman met, it was like explosives meeting a spark—one touch, and it went off. Naturally, Batman himself was the explosive.
As for Joker, he knew even better how to set Batman off. Of course, not getting blown to pieces on the spot was a skill in itself.
Joker was slammed directly onto the ground. Batman's powerful kick struck him in the side, knocking him flat.
The other Joker Gang members also snapped out of their daze. Mainly because they had just watched their own boss, Joker, get taken out by another Joker.
But the one they followed was Joker, so had their boss changed? Apparently not... right?
Their nerves had been ravaged by all kinds of drugs, their wills twisted beyond recognition. They simply could not process such a complicated question. But they were certain of one thing: Batman was the enemy!
Rat-a-tat-tat! A barrage of bullets flew toward Batman. He reacted immediately and ducked behind the display stand as bullets blasted splinters from its wooden surface.
The Joker Gang members stationed on both sides of the auction hall opened fire one after another. The furious bullets were like a stonemason's chisel, hammering relentlessly into the display stand in an attempt to force Batman out.
Lying on the floor amid the storm of gunfire, Joker clutched his stomach and let out an excited, sinister laugh. He admitted it—his earlier thinking had been too narrow-minded. Look at this. Wasn't it wonderful?
Look at these little Jokers. How earnest they were!
This intense gunfire was more beautiful than any music. Though a few more screams might have made it even better.
Like indispensable embellishments in a symphony.
Joker lay on his back, humming a little tune and waving his hands with an intoxicated expression, like a conductor standing