The instant he saw the handgun, Batman instinctively dodged. These past few days, the bullets lodged in his body could have filled an entire pizza plate.
Bang! The gun fired.
Batman leaped aside and flung out a handful of Batarangs. Before Joker could get back on his feet, they knocked the gun from his hand and sliced the back of it.
Joker clutched his hand and let out a miserable scream.
That kind of mockery enraged Batman. He decided Joker would be spending Christmas in the hospital!
"Ding, ding, ding! Got you!"
Joker burst into laughter, but Batman's unbreakable fist greeted him instead. Joker was sent flying once more, this time landing beside the pile of money.
Joker lay sprawled on the ground, looking at Bikadina tied to the chair. He forced a pitiful smile onto his face. "Angel!"
"Angel, I'm so happy!" Joker raised his right hand, its fingers broken, grabbed Bikadina's foot, and kissed it.
Batman grabbed Joker by the leg and dragged him away. Joker screamed even more miserably than when he had been punched.
"No... Don't make me leave my angel! I want to turn her into an angel!" Joker roared as he twisted around and kicked Batman in the chest. Caught off guard by the kick, Batman released him.
Joker rose to his feet in a fury and unleashed a barrage of punches at Batman.
His attacks were sloppy, but every swing carried tremendous force. They drove Batman back as he blocked.
But Batman found an opening—or, more precisely, seized Joker's arm. With an over-the-shoulder throw, he slammed him hard into the ground without holding back in the slightest.
Even a fully grown, muscular man would have been put down by that, especially on solid concrete.
Just as Batman breathed a sigh of relief, Joker