Once they had dealt with all the guards, Killer Croc knocked out every guard lurking in the shadows, blocked off all the waterways, and came up to join the others.
Next came the final obstacle-the enormous Mechanical Gate.
Naturally, it was no match for the "World's Greatest Detective."
After carefully examining the enormous gears, Batman quickly worked out the pattern. He stopped Red Hood and Harley Quinn from smashing their way in, then directed everyone to stand at different positions and move the gears.
As the gears shifted into place, the gate slowly began to open.
Everyone stood ready, weapons in hand.
They had no idea what awaited them behind that door.
Although Batman had repeatedly said that Miaomiao possessed immense mental strength and formidable combat abilities, there was always a chance-
What if the innocent Miaomiao really had been tricked by the shameless Mad Hatter and fallen under his hypnotic control...
That would cause them all unspeakable pain.
Before the gate had fully opened, Batman and the impatient Killer Croc charged ahead, with everyone else close behind.
But the moment they saw what lay inside, they all stopped dead-
What were they looking at?
There was no fighting, no screaming, no blood.
None of the unbearable horrors they had imagined.
There was only an enormous room that the Mad Hatter had decorated with absurd yet meticulous care-a crooked long table, a garish tablecloth in disarray, overturned teacups and teapots, water spreading into dark stains across the floor, playing cards scattered everywhere, and the cloyingly sweet scent of tea hanging in the air.
So bizarre, yet so quiet.
And the man who should have been responsible for all of this-the maddest, most dangerous, most uncontrollable Mad Hatter-was now slumped in the high-backed armchair at the head of the table.
His