"Why not just play by the rules? Why did you have to be so curious?"
Su Ming shook his head as he inspected the remodeled Batcave, speaking to the swaying Joker behind him, who was covering his mouth. His tone carried a sense of exasperated disappointment.
"In Gotham, people only recognize the costume, not whoever is under the mask. That's the game rule everyone accepts. I said I was a plumber, but you just had to find out who I was. Scared your teeth right out, didn't you?"
The Batcave had now become the Spider-Web Cave Restaurant. The Joker had somehow acquired a great deal of green and purple silk and decorated the entire place with it, hanging up beautiful curtains.
He had even prepared a long dining table, set with candles and cutlery. The white tablecloth was spotless.
But aside from the giant dinosaur, everything that had originally belonged to Batwoman was gone. Even Brother Eye's mainframe had disappeared.
"Pfft! Hehehe! You were the one who knocked them out!" The Joker's mouth was full of blood, yet he was delighted, laughing cheerfully through the gaps in his teeth. "I know who you are now. That style of terrible jokes—you're Deathstroke, aren't you? Interesting. There's another mask beneath the mask. You're practically a riddle."
After saying that, he curiously examined the glowing radiator pipe in the plumber's hand. It was wreathed in Golden Light and crackling with electricity. How amusing!
"Where are Batwoman's things? I didn't come here to chat with you, and I don't care about your business with her. I want all kinds of 'metal,' along with those little inventions she collected."
Without turning around, Su Ming tapped and knocked at the walls, trying to locate any Secret Doors that might exist.
He knew the Batcave had many