"Ah-ha! Here I am, Little Bat. Beautiful night, isn't it? Gothamites are celebrating the 'Get-Rich Festival' once again. Oh, it's so funny my stomach hurts. Hehehehehe!"
After Batman made his move, how could Joker, his old opponent, not know that his plan had been discovered? He simply stopped hiding and burst into laughter, drawing Batman's attention.
The pale-faced madman picked up a knife and fork from a nearby table, striking them together in the darkness to create scattered sparks. In certain flashes, his tongue lolled entirely out of his mouth as he laughed, while his eyes seemed ready to pop from their sockets.
Batman silently appeared a short distance in front of him, his entire body concealed beneath his cape, carrying the cold dampness of the outdoors. A demonically hoarse voice emerged through his voice changer:
"Had enough fun?"
The Dark Knight rarely asked questions, but Joker was an exception.
"Oh, Batman, you break my heart. The game has only just begun. Patience, I haven't done anything yet. I want to know just how far you'll go to protect this roomful of criminals hiding beneath Order. Ho ho."
Joker laughed and bobbed his head, then began hopping around as he attacked with his knife and fork. He looked as though he wanted to gouge out Batman's eyeballs and eat them, yet he shouted:
"All right, you're still so serious. Actually, I don't want to know that boring stuff at all. It was just a joke! Hahaha! Smile, Batman. Would a gift make you a little happier? Guess what gift I prepared for you this time? And how it'll make you complete? Hahahaha!"
But the Dark Knight's only response was silence. He grappled with Joker in the darkness.
Joker's fighting style was chaotic, yet even conventional combat experts found him difficult