Joker's eyes darted wildly. At last, he gritted his teeth and slammed his thumb down!
Click.
The button went all the way down. In that instant, countless hearts around the world skipped a beat.
Grand Commander Aoniu pissed himself!
He was about to be branded a disgrace for all of history!
But nothing happened.
No mushroom cloud. No shock wave. No searing white light surging over the horizon.
Only the button gave a crisp click, like a plastic stick snapping. Then the remote lay still in Joker's palm, a lifeless piece of junk.
Joker's pupils widened. Genuine horror showed through the cracks in his relentless mask of madness.
He jabbed the button twice more, then a third and fourth time. He flipped the remote over to check the battery compartment, pried out the button to inspect the contacts, and finally hurled it to the ground, shattering it into pieces of plastic.
"Impossible... I checked the detonator! I wired it myself! I verified the signal circuit!"
Yongye stood where he was, hands still in his pockets and chin slightly raised, watching Joker with the calm of someone who had known the outcome all along.
A maddeningly sincere smile spread across Minato Namikaze's sunny, blond-haired, blue-eyed face.
"You checked it, and I tampered with it."
"Senior Brother Yongye told me again and again to get the job done right."
"He asked me to come to Gotham to deal with the Nuclear Bomb. Of course I made sure everything was taken care of. First the bomb, then trash like you."
Joker finally gave in to despair and collapsed onto his backside. He stared blankly at the fragments. The bloodred curve of his smile sagged, and his whole face looked like a mask drained of expression.
At that moment, the global livestream hit peak