Happy April Fools' Day

"Thank you so much for saving our lives..."

"Which Church do you work for, Priest? I must pay you a visit to express my gratitude."

"Thanks to you, otherwise we would have been finished."

Everyone thanked Roland, and Roland nodded in return. Then he grabbed one of the guys who was trying to sneak away.

"If I remember correctly, you just said you were going to give me half of your fortune, didn't you?" Roland reminded him.

"I..." The man choked, "I was just saying... You didn't take their money, you can't exactly blackmail me..."

"What? Just kidding?" Roland grabbed his face with one hand, then slammed him to the ground, smashing his glasses in the process.

"Please... please, spare... spare me." The man was terrified, tears streaming down his face, and pleaded in a low voice, "I'll give you all the money, please have mercy on me."

Roland grabbed his collar with one hand and put the other to his ear. "Huh? What are you saying, you bastard? I'm hard of hearing, I can't hear you at all."

"Spare me... please spare me... I won't do it again..."

Where's the money?

"I'll give it to you right now..." The man took out a check, wrote a number on it, and handed it to Roland.

"You didn't just write a bad check, did you?" Roland asked suspiciously. "Come on, let's go to the bank and check. If it's fake, you're dead meat."

"Waaah..."

Soon, Roland withdrew three million US dollars from the bank. The money was packed in a box that weighed over seventy pounds.

"Thank you," Roland patted the man on the shoulder. "I'll save you again if you're in danger next time."

"It's what I should do... my benefactor..."

"Why the long face? Give me a smile," Roland said, annoyed. "Anyone who didn't know better would think I'm trying to extort money from you."

"Good..."

As Roland left the bank, he tossed a box of money next to Harley and continued driving.

"You robbed a bank?" Harley had already woken up, staring blankly at the box of money.

"No, I just helped someone out. This money is a thank you gift." Roland bought several boxes of Montecristo at a Cigar shop on the street corner. It is by far the most popular Havana Cigar and the most produced Cigar in Cuba.

Roland lit both Cigar at the same time and chased after the green smoke.

Based on his recent test, Laughing Gas oxide didn't seem to have much effect on him, so Roland simply threw away his gas mask and inhaled the harsh, pungent smoke from his Cigar.

"Why are you chasing after Joker?" Harley asked, puzzled. "You're not the same kind of people as Batman and the others, so why risk going against Joker?"

"Oh, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"... I think you're actually a bit like Joker," Harley said after thinking for a moment. "Your ideas are both very unique... or rather, wildly imaginative."

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't want to go to Arkham." Roland rolled his eyes, and the Motorcycle roared forward. "But you, are you still planning to stay in Arkham?"

"That depends on whether you can bear to send me in," Harley said playfully.

"If you were a normal person, why would I send you there? The problem is you..." Roland's lips twitched, "Why are you always thinking about your JOKER? He doesn't even like you."

"How could Puddin' not love me? Don't talk nonsense. Otherwise, when he comes to rescue me, he'll blow your head open, and then we'll have a wild sex session on your corpse..."

"Am I part of your PLAY too? That's so twisted." Roland slammed on the brakes, and he arrived at a Square that had become a gathering of lunatics.

Green smoke filled the air, and countless citizens crowded together, making bizarre, dance-like movements, their the Batman Who Laughs echoing everywhere.

Batman was tied to a giant Cross in the center of the Square, cosplaying as Jesus on the Passion of Christ.

"Hey, do you know the difference between the Jesus in the portrait and the Jesus on the Cross?" the Joker asked, laughing heartily.

"That's easy. The image of Jesus only needs one nail." Roland got off the Motorcycle.

"Oh, what a damn sense of humor! You Priest deserve to Hell!" The Joker's face darkened; he hadn't expected Roland to blurt out the Hell joke he'd come up with.

The Batman cosplaying as Jesus couldn't help but roll his eyes at Roland. Did this guy have any reverence for his master?

"Hehe... you dressed him up like this, it wasn't for me, was it?" Roland asked.

"Hmph... you only gave me a little inspiration to kill Batman, don't be so narcissistic." The Joker grabbed a man the Batman Who Laughs and started a duet. "You're just like them, here to watch my show."

"Alright, you can laugh now!" A burst of green gas shot up from Roland's feet, enveloping him.

"A performance?" Roland shook his head, looking at the people laughing hysterically. "Honestly, I don't know what's so funny. All I see is a Joker who can only make people laugh with Laughing Gas, and he seems quite proud of it."

"What did you say?" The Joker's smile vanished, replaced by a serious and terrifying expression.

"I'm telling you, you're a terrible comedian," Roland chuckled mockingly. "It's like an impotent husband who can only satisfy his wife with a sex machine, and then he has to ask his wife if she's enjoying it."

"Hmm..." Batman's eyes lit up; he seemed to have figured out a way to break the Joker's defenses.

"I've decided not to let you see how Batman is executed by me. You'd better die first!" The Joker pressed a button, and the people present surged towards Roland like a tidal wave.

They are oblivious to pain and death, and they even emanate poisonous gas; it was they who captured Batman just now.

"No way, you don't think a bunch of ordinary people can take me down, do you?" Roland charged into the crowd like a chariot, each move of his Bajiquan capable of the Suit a person and rendering them unable to rise again.

Batman's eyelids twitched. Although Roland hadn't killed him, several hospitals in Gotham were likely to be overflowing today.

"Ha." Roland paused for about six minutes, dealt with the last person, and stood in front of the Joker. "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Show them to me!"

"Then you go and spar with him," the Joker called out to one of his tall henchmen.

Roland slapped the Joker mask off the tall henchman's head, revealing not a human face underneath, but a piece of metal.

"Robot?" Roland felt a slight numbness in his hand.

The Robot rushed forward, stretched out its arms, and tied Roland up.

"It's no use, drink!" Roland exerted his strength, directly shaking off the mechanical hand that was binding him.

"What is this thing?" Batman was taken aback. He wasn't unfamiliar with Bajiquan; did it even include this move?

"This move is called Mabo Sun Tree!" Roland explained.