When Jokers appeared in groups, it was definitely not some grand circus performance. It only made people's hearts skip with fear.
Batman was not afraid, but he was distracted.
Because he had a terrible prediction, a premonition that made him want to drag God out and beat him up: Joker was coming.
Well, that was nonsense, because the green smoke had already spread over. Al Simmons, stripped of his Spawn suit, could tell him what happened when someone lost focus during a fight.
A clean, decisive kick sent Batman flying. He was knocked backward into the green smoke and crashed heavily onto the ground, the dull pain throughout his body making him even more irritated.
"Are you here to welcome me? I'm so touched!"
Joker, looking as though he had been burned black all over, skipped out of the smoke and stood beside Batman, applauding.
"Ah!" Batman did not hesitate. He gave Joker a Gotham-style welcome, driving a fist straight into his face.
"Oh... you're too much."
His fist landed on Joker's face, yet there was no sensation of striking anything solid. It was like punching air.
Joker's figure swayed twice before vanishing.
It was as though everything just now had been a dream, but Batman did not believe in Dream. Based on the most reliable deduction and judgment, this was an illusion!
The rumble of an engine rose around him.
Batman hurriedly turned his head and saw two intense beams of light pierce through the green smoke. Accompanied by the roar of the engine, they charged forward madly. The Joker-like demons in their path—
Or rather, puppets—were sent flying by the Batmobile's solid armor, its wide tires rolling directly over them.
Inside the vehicle, Butler-Man Alfred was beside himself with rage. He had the accelerator pressed to the floor,