Found the Cat

With victim Alfred's personal identification, the suspect was confirmed to be the Joker. The case was solved, and all that remained was to bring him to justice and give the public an explanation.

Although all three of them knew the real situation and that the true culprit was someone else, the Joker had no alibi!

Bruce brushed the matter aside as if nothing had happened, while Alfred smilingly helped him put on his Battle Armor. As for what the two of them were really thinking, and whether they would settle the score later, only they themselves knew.

Seeing this, Russell immediately grew a little nervous. "Bruce, does your promise of a silly Batman photo shoot still count?"

"..."

Bruce could not be bothered to answer. Russell still dared to bring up promises? Did he seriously have no idea what was going on?

Seeing Bruce remain silent, Russell took it as tacit agreement and secretly rejoiced. Making Batman suffer in silence was the greatest affirmation of his intelligence. He would have nothing to fear while making his way around Gotham from now on.

Once he had put the Battle Armor back on, Batman strode to the window and fired his Grappling Hook Gun. Carrying Alfred, he swung down to the ground and led the way, escaping Arkham in no time.

From the practiced way he moved, it was as if he were taking a stroll through his own backyard!

"Deathstroke, what's going on over there? Are they your companions?"

Bruce was referring to the Suicide Squad. Because the six of them had drawn away nearly all the guards, the three of them had been able to leave so easily.

"No. They're Task Force X, a group of super-criminals serving life sentences hired by the American government..."

Russell roughly explained the origins