Miao Mu sat on a chunk of rubble and understood what had happened. His soul had been dragged into Hell, much like a séance.
Constantine had used a similar ability before, but he needed a medium—water—to pull it off.
When on the verge of death, some gifted psychics could also see Hell and even leave it alive.
Well, this was Constantine, after all. After killing himself and seeing Hell firsthand, he had chosen to become an exorcist, hoping to earn God's redemption and a place in Heaven.
"All right, you can listen to people now, can't you? If not, I can toss you into that volcano for a wash."
With his hands clasped behind his back, Joker strolled over leisurely. Miao Mu turned to look at him and snorted.
"I need you to help me with something. It's too boring here, after all. I want out." Joker shrugged helplessly.
This place really was interesting. To Joker, it was like a massive amusement park. But it was empty; no matter how fun an amusement park was, it was no fun if he was the only one there.
"You should stay here and accept punishment for what you've done. Hell is where scum like you belongs. I salute God."
Miao Mu raised a hand in salute.
"What if Gotham falls down here too?"
As though he had planned it all along, Joker grinned. "Don't think you can escape either. You won't get away!"
With that, Joker grabbed Miao Mu's hand. The searing flames of Hell jolted Miao Mu awake in an instant.
Miao Mu looked around. He was still in the police station restroom, where a ruptured water pipe was gushing water.
"A dream?" Miao Mu stared at the shattered mirror before lowering his gaze to the brand on his wrist. It