"Joker won't lay all his cards on the table."
Bruce stared darkly at the glaring red dots on the map of Gotham City, an oppressive aura radiating from him so intensely it seemed almost tangible. His voice was low, like the thick fog that shrouded Gotham late at night.
"Where is Joker himself right now?"
[I'm keeping an eye on him.]
Damian's voice came through the communicator, distorted by a voice changer.
[He kidnapped a few employees from the Gotham Television Station and brought some equipment along. He's heading toward his old hideout now.]
It was that abandoned amusement park!
Tim immediately pulled up the surveillance feeds near Happy Avenue. Fortunately, Joker seemed unaware that they had already bought the place and begun renovating it. The newly installed cameras along the road hadn't drawn his attention.
Or perhaps he had noticed but simply didn't care. After all, Joker had kidnapped television station employees and made sure to bring a pile of equipment. His purpose was obvious: he wanted to pull his old stunt-
He was going to livestream his crimes from the amusement park!
[Damn it! If it weren't for those hostages getting in the way...]
Damian spoke through gritted teeth.
He was impatient by nature. His training in the League of Assassins had taught him to lurk in the shadows for three days and nights without food or water to complete a mission, but nothing irritated him more than having to hold back and tread carefully for the sake of those "weaklings."
If not for the hostages, Damian would have charged in long ago and taught Joker a lesson with his sword.
"Damian, don't act rashly! You are not to act alone before I arrive! That's an order!"
Now that they had located Joker, Bruce immediately put on his