Bang, bang...
Two gunshots rang out again.
A stunned expression appeared on Joker's face.
Gordon and Barbara, who hung suspended in midair, had both been blown clean in two through the chest. Forget a hospital-even superglue couldn't put them back together.
Yang Bo gently blew across the muzzle, then pressed the gun against Batman's head as fast as he could.
"Don't move. You're definitely not faster than me, and you should recognize this model of gun. Don't worry. You won't feel any pain."
Batman: You're actually serious??
Batman, who had been startled by Yang Bo's actions, now calmed down and asked, "Why?"
Yang Bo smiled and explained, "Joker's target has always been you. You and he are the two sides of Gotham City. You represent justice, and he represents evil."
"The two of you are destined enemies."
"If you fall into darkness, then he..."
As he spoke, he pointed at Joker. "...will become the one on the side of justice."
"It's a little crazy... but that's how it works."
Yang Bo took a cigarette out of his pocket, tossed it into his mouth, lit it, and took a drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Watching everything, Batman suddenly remembered what Yang Bo had said in the vehicle.
Smokers always want a cigarette when they're nervous or excited.
Now he understood. Back then, Yang Bo had already wanted to... no, he had already planned all of this when he made that phone call.
Batman forced himself to calm down so he could find a solution.
Joker stared at Yang Bo, then leaped straight down from the second floor, the sick smile on his face growing even wider.
"Hahahaha, you're a lunatic..."
"You're the real Joker..."
Bang...
Lost in thought, Batman had no time to react before his head was blown