The Joker's Festival

The father and son, who are not related by blood, had another fight, and in a fit of anger, Nightwing stole the Batmobile and drove off.

"Young Master, that's just Dick's personality, please don't be angry," Alfred advised.

"I didn't expect that after being away for so long, he'd still be acting like a rebellious teenager." Batman snorted and went back to his work.

Alfred smiled at Batman but said nothing more.

Time flew by, and after escaping, the Joker set up several traps to confuse Batman, but Batman ignored them all. This allowed the Joker to focus on his plan, but it also made him feel that something was amiss.

Meanwhile, the Falcone and Maroni Family were also searching for the Joker and the Fear Toxin he had stolen, stepping on all the traps the Joker had prepared for Batman, suffering heavy losses.

One evening, the Joker combed his hair like an adult, put on a handsome suit, applied exquisite makeup, and sprayed perfume, dressing up as if he were going to see his lover.

"Puddin', are you ready?" Harley stared intently at the elaborately dressed Joker.

"Hmm..." The Joker adjusted his bow tie in front of the mirror. "I think I'm ready. Let's go!"

The citizens of Gotham City smelled the gas and couldn't help but burst into the Batman Who Laughs, their bodies involuntarily making a series of strange movements.

"Damn! The Joker has really hit Gotham hard." Roland looked at the green poison gas in the distance and felt a chill run down his spine.

"Boss, what do we do?"

"It's alright, run down into the Sewers, that'll shield you from most of the poison gas," Roland said after a moment's thought. "Go find the Killer Croc's people, they know the area well."

"Boss, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to meet the Joker." Roland stretched his body, hopped on his motorcycle, and sped off.

Half an hour later, the Joker was driving his Truck recklessly through the streets when Roland spun out and Truck the Motorcycle in front of it.

"Hey, JOKER." Roland tossed off his Motorcycle Helmet, shook the sweat from his brow, and revealed a newly bought gas mask underneath.

"Hey, Priest, our child is possessed by a demon. How about you perform a Ritual?" The Joker said with a laugh, opening the car door and resting his hands on it.

"Oh, is it a boy or a girl in your family?"

"It's a girl."

"Then I won't go."

As they chatted, they approached each other, both smiling. Anyone who didn't know them would think they were good friends.

"Ha..." Roland reached out and shook hands with the Joker.

"Oh, aren't you worried about what I might do?" the Joker said with a grotesque laugh.

"Wait, when you shake my hand, won't your glove suddenly release an electric current?" Roland feigned fear.

"Oh, you think the same thing as me..." The Joker revealed a chilling smile, and electricity shot out from his white gloves, making Roland's hair stand on end.

Roland's hand, like a pair of pliers, crushed the Joker's metacarpal bone.

"You're incredibly strong." Despite this, the Joker continued to laugh, "Your grip is too tight; that's not good."

"You have to hold the tiger tight," Roland laughed, clenching his other hand and slamming it towards the Joker's face.

"Aha." The Joker threw out a crocodile toy, which bit Roland's incoming fist.

"Ugh..." Roland threw the toy off his hand, which contained two Chainsaw blades that cut his hand.

The Joker's condition was much worse than his; that punch had shattered his jaw, and it was unclear why the Joker hadn't passed out.

"Oh, my handsome chin!" the Joker exclaimed dramatically. "Damn it, I'll make you pay!"

"Alright." Roland walked slowly towards the Joker.

"Try this." The Joker threw out a few Smoke Bomb, blocking Roland's view.

"It's useless." Golden light gleamed in Roland's eyes. With the help of the Kamaitachi, the Smoke Bomb were completely ineffective against him. "You can't escape."

"Run? I don't need to run!" the Joker said, already getting into the car.

"You're just saying that..." Roland chased after her, and Harley jumped out of the car, yanked open her clothes to reveal a string of Grenade.

"Holy crap..." Roland was so shocked his eyes widened. He stared at Harley, watching helplessly as the Joker swaggered away.

"Angel... you tricked me badly last time." Harley snorted and threw two Grenade at Roland.

"Hey, I'm doing this for your own good, to cure your simp syndrome." Roland threw two Cross like Dart, knocking down the Grenade Harley threw.

But the Grenade didn't explode; instead, it split open, and a Joker's head popped out.

"... You really fooled me." Roland's lips twitched, and with a leap, he appeared in front of Harley, his arm whistling through the air as he swung Harley away.

Harley was knocked unconscious by the blow. Roland wrapped her up, tied her to the back of the Motorcycle, and continued chasing the Joker Motorcycle.

Not long after he started riding, Roland spotted dozens of people being hoisted up by Joker, hanging like roast ducks from the exterior wall of a Hotel, the Rope them appearing to be rather flimsy.

"Hey, Priest, let's play a game," the Joker greeted Roland from a Hot Air Balloon in mid-air. "Their Rope will snap every now and then, and there's an air cushion on the ground that can hold up to two people. Your task is to decide where to place the air cushion to save as many people as possible."

"Don't worry, the intervals between Rope breaks are enough for you to move the air cushion." The Joker laughed and floated away in the Hot Air Balloon.

"Help!"

"Priest, save me first! The Joker tied me with his rope first, so it'll definitely be the first rope to break."

"Fellow believer, I'm also a clergyman. For the sake of the Lord, please lend a hand!"

"I have five million dollars! Help me, and I'll give you half!"

Those who were being hung up by the Joker all turned to Roland for help, seeing him as their last hope.

"That's not difficult either, I'll rescue them all." Roland ran straight up the Hotel's outer wall, grabbed a person who was hanging, gently squeezed the Rope off his body to break them, and then used precise force to throw him directly onto the air cushion.

Roland then did the same thing, the second... the third... and soon all the people on the outer wall were rescued.