So What Are We Now?

Roland's force was transmitted to the Robot, knocking the screws off its arm. His fists rained down, knocking out the Robot's circuit board.

A plume of black smoke billowed from the Robot, carrying a burnt smell.

"JOKER, anything else?" Roland tossed the motionless Robot aside. "If not, then prepare to surrender."

"Hmph..." The Joker pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put them on, indicating that he had surrendered.

"So conscientious?" Roland was taken aback, and first took Batman off the Cross.

"Don't let your guard down, the Joker won't give up so easily," Batman warned.

"It's April Fools' Day's Day... I want to give you a surprise." The Joker extended his handcuffed hands.

The next moment, his hand and handcuffs flew off together, like a Meteor Hammer.

"The Chop-Chop Fruit? Who the hell is that Joker?" Roland exclaimed in surprise.

But soon, the Joker's real hand emerged from his sleeve, holding two Revolver, and he fired a barrage of bullets at Roland and Batman.

The two dodged together, knocking down several of the Joker's gadgets, before Batman successfully captured him.

"Oh..." The Joker glanced at Batman, still seemingly unsatisfied.

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you a secret: today isn't April Fools' Day." Batman suddenly flashed a mischievous smile.

"What?" The Joker, somewhat confused.

"Hmm... Actually, after your last escape, I found your hiding place and, incidentally, adjusted the time on your computer, clock, and calendar a day back." Batman chuckled. "Today is actually April 2nd. The day you were busy setting up various traps in Gotham City is April Fools' Day."

"No!" the Joker cried out in anguish, clutching his green hair.

"Bazinga! Happy April Fools' Day, I was just kidding." Batman waited a moment, then smiled at the Joker. "If I found you, I'd have you thrown in Arkham Asylum right away. I wouldn't be so bored as to do something like this."

Everyone present, including the Joker, stared at Batman with expressions of utter disbelief. This guy could actually joke around?

Batman remained silent, staring intently at the Joker.

The Joker couldn't help but laugh, a truly radiant laugh.

"Alright, take them both to Arkham Asylum." Roland, carrying a large suitcase, got on his Motorcycle. "By the way, do you have any connections with the staff at Arkham Asylum?"

"I've dealt with them before," Batman said. "Is there a problem?"

"You have them lock Harley up in..." Roland had a theory and was going to use Harley as an experiment.

"... Why?" Batman asked, puzzled.

"I have a feeling this might produce some interesting reactions."

"Interesting?"

"I mean, it might help with Harley's mental state."

I'll give it a try.

Batman drove Joker Batmobile to Harley Quinn Arkham Asylum. On the way, Harley tried to attack Batman to escape, but was stopped by the Joker, who punched her unconscious.

Upon arriving at Arkham Asylum, the Joker was returned to his original ward, where his cellmate was the Riddler, who had recently been beaten up and imprisoned by Batman.

The two exchanged a few sarcastic remarks, but the Joker was clearly in a good mood. He barely spoke two words to the Riddler before whistling a tune and returning to his hospital bed.

Meanwhile, thanks to Batman's intervention, Harley Quinn was moved to a double room.

"Hello, my name is Harley Quinn!"

"Um, you can call me Poison Ivy..." Poison Ivy looked at her roommate who had suddenly appeared, somewhat surprised.

After all, as one of the most dangerous criminals in Arkham Asylum, she always had a single room, and the security in her ward was top-notch.

But Harley Quinn... that name sounds familiar. Poison Ivy scrutinized Harley. "You're Harley Quinn?"

"Yes, that's me!" Harley proudly puffed out her chest and began to recount her criminal career to Poison Ivy.

"Uh... it sounds like the Joker and you aren't a couple at all," Poison Ivy frowned. "He's manipulating you."

"What did you say?" Harley couldn't stand it and used her physical advantage to pin Poison Ivy to the bed.

"I told you you're a silly girl... He's been hurting you all along, haven't you noticed?" Poison Ivy sighed, and Venom secreted from the skin that touched Harley, knocking her over.

"What an unfriendly start." Poison Ivy looked at her unconscious roommate, shook her head, and complained to the caregiver walking past the door, "Who came up with the idea of locking me and her together? Aren't they afraid we'll team up and escape?"

"Achoo!" Roland couldn't help but sneeze.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"I feel like someone's talking about me... whatever, let's keep partying! Everything's on me today!" Roland set up a stage in an abandoned Square next to Gotham City, hired a dozen chefs and bartenders, and announced, "Free-flowing beer, free BBQ! Just don't take any leftovers home... and get that marijuana-smoking bastard out of here!"

Long live Father Roland!

"Oh oh oh!"

"... I thought it was April Fools' Day's joke, but it actually happened."

Happy April Fools' Day!

"By the way, honey, I cheated on you before."

"Me too."

Haha, April Fools' Day...

"It's Christmas."

"Um?"

The Square was filled with joy, but a nearby Mob felt uneasy.

"All those greenbacks are being handed out to the poor, what a tragedy!"

"Brother, it's not going to fall apart, is it? We can just rob those who've already taken the money."

"Idiot, the chef who grilled the meat is from the Iceberg Lounge, the bar that did the mixing is owned by the Maroni Family, and even the delivery Truck Driver has connections to the Ibanescu Family. Robbing them? Are you tired of living?" the Mob leader hissed.

"Then what do we do?"

"Whoever hosts this party, we'll host their party."

Roland lay on a deck chair, holding a freshly grilled Lamb Skewers in one hand and a martini in the other, happily drinking and eating.

A group of people partied here until the next morning, when the crowd dispersed, and people went to work or school as usual.

"I had a pretty good time today," Jason said, holding a Cola. "I even met a young Playboy, and we got along really well."

"Oh, what's your name?"

Tim Drake.

"Hmm." Roland was taken aback. "It's him..."

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose under the dark streetlights, and several masked men wielding baseball bats and Crowbar walked towards Roland.

"What's going on now?" Roland shrugged, taking on these masked men single-handedly and knocking them all to the ground in three minutes.

[Goodwill Value +90]

[Redemption Value +1]

Roland was taken aback. He removed the masks from the masked men on the ground, but there was nothing particularly special about them. Where did they get these Redemption Value?

Arkham Asylum

"So what's our relationship now?" Harley looked up at Poison Ivy and asked.

Shh, don't ask, keep eating.