The Devastator jerked his head around and looked toward where Miao Mu had been standing, but Miao Mu was nowhere to be seen.
He might not have Batman's intelligence, but he was no idiot either. At most, he was a little slow to react to difficult problems.
Once he realized what was happening, he immediately ran forward.
Meanwhile, Miao Mu sprinted down the corridor on all fours, with the biological laboratory doors right ahead of him.
He launched a flying kick with a bang, kicking open the bulletproof metal folding door.
"Yo, I'm not too late, am I?"
Miao Mu looked at the figure inside the laboratory, sitting in a chair with his head tilted up toward a computer screen.
A black uniform, a pointed-eared cowl, a spiked shackle-like visor, and that strange smile on his face.
"You seem to have arrived even faster than I did."
His raspy voice carried a trace of amusement, like gravel scraping across glass, enough to make one shudder.
Miao Mu stared at the figure—the culprit who had nearly killed him last time, Batman Who Laughs.
A Batman born after personally killing Joker and becoming infected with the Joker Virus. The Batman Who Laughs, a sane madman.
His sanity lay in knowing exactly what he wanted to do. He was called a madman because he truly was insane.
Just like Joker—perhaps even more hopeless than Joker.
The chair turned around. Batman Who Laughs raised a hand to prop up his chin, gazed at his nail-polished fingers, and said helplessly,
"I thought The Devastator would tear you to pieces. I even had my tears ready, but now they won't come out. You've blemished a perfect stage play!"
"If that's how you put it, then I'm truly... honored!"
Miao Mu raised his hand and pulled the