Outside Arkham's special ward, Miaomiao deliberately targeted a specific person and unleashed the full power of her Illusion Song for the first time since coming ashore.
Unlike her playful attempt to bewitch Clark before, this time Miaomiao had tailored a "dream" specifically for Joker, based on his personality.
Behind the door, Joker's fingers abruptly froze against the glass. His wild grin stiffened as though it had been frozen solid, and his eyes, always glittering with madness and malice, gradually went blank. The exaggerated curve of his mouth sagged little by little, leaving nothing but utter bewilderment. His piercing screams cut off abruptly. After a while, even his breathing began to quicken.
"Well? Did it work?"
Damian looked at the suddenly quiet Joker and asked Miaomiao.
"It worked." Miaomiao nodded and gently wiped the sweat beading on her forehead.
She hadn't expected this man called Joker, who looked so deranged, like a pure madman with a scrambled brain, to possess such immense mental strength beneath the surface, or to be so sensitive and perceptive. Miaomiao was still a minor, after all, and the power of her Illusion Song wasn't particularly stable. He had nearly broken free of her mental illusion.
Seeing how exhausted Miaomiao looked, Damian even set aside his usual sharp tongue and frowned slightly. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, just a little tired. Let's get out of here before the guards notice."
[Wait! Someone's here!]
"Who is it? Come out!"
Tim's warning and Damian's shout rang out almost simultaneously. Miaomiao, whose mental energy was badly depleted, hadn't noticed anything amiss. At their warnings, she bared her nails in the same direction without hesitation.
After a brief silence, a pair of black tactical boots emerged from the shadows, and a familiar voice rang out-
"So this is why you