The Joker's Festival

The unrelated father and son had another argument, and Nightwing, furious, simply stole the Batmobile and drove off.

"Master Dick is just like that, sir. Please don't be angry with him," Alfred advised.

"I never thought he'd been away for so long and still act like a rebellious teenager." Batman snorted and returned to his work.

Alfred smiled at Batman but said nothing more.

Time flew by. After escaping, Joker set up several traps to confuse Batman, but Batman ignored every one of them. This allowed Joker to focus on his plan, though it also made him feel that something was wrong.

Meanwhile, the Falcone Family and Maroni Family searched everywhere for Joker and the Fear Toxin he had stolen. They stepped into every trap Joker had prepared for Batman, suffering heavy losses.

One evening, Joker combed his hair into a mature style, put on a handsome suit, applied delicate makeup, and sprayed on perfume. He dressed up as if he were going to meet his lover.

"Puddin', are you ready?" Harley gazed dreamily at the carefully dressed Joker.

"Mm..." Joker adjusted his bow tie in front of the mirror. "I think that's about right. Let's go!"

The citizens of Gotham City smelled the gas and couldn't help bursting into laughter. Their bodies also began making a series of bizarre movements against their will.

"Damn! Joker really went all out on Gotham." Roland stared at the green gas in the distance, feeling his scalp tingle.

"Boss, what do we do?"

"It's fine. Run to the Sewers. They can block most of the gas there." Roland thought for a moment. "Go find Killer Croc's people. They're familiar with the place."

"Boss, what about you?"

"I'm going to meet Joker." Roland loosened up his body, mounted his Motorcycle, and sped away.

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