Chen Mo looked at Joker.
"You use other people's suffering to prove the world won't change. But every time, you have to rig traps, kidnap people, release poison gas, and edit footage to make your joke work."
He paused.
"That means you know the world doesn't become what you want on its own. You have to break it yourself."
Joker fell silent for half a second.
Then he laughed aloud.
"Beautiful. Truly beautiful. You know, Spider-Man? You almost sounded like an adult just now."
Chen Mo raised his hand and tightened the webbing.
Joker swayed where he hung.
"And you sound like a piece of trash who blames the world for everything."
Joker grinned.
"That's exactly what I am."
Batman stepped forward.
"The main controls are behind that door."
Chen Mo looked at the smiley-face door behind Joker.
Red light seeped through the gap, and the ticking of a countdown came from inside.
Three minutes and six seconds.
Three minutes and five seconds.
Batman walked up to the door and began cracking the electronic lock.
Hanging upside down nearby, Joker said softly, "Are you sure you want to go in? There might be answers inside, or there might be more questions. I usually like mixing the two. It makes everyone look very busy."
Chen Mo yanked him down, slammed him onto the floor, and added another layer of webbing.
"You'd better keep quiet now."
"Really?" Joker looked up at him. "Really?"
He repeated it, his voice softer.
"Are you sure you don't want to hear the last joke?"
The cracking device in Batman's hand gave a soft beep.
The lock released.
But the door didn't open immediately.
The screen lit up, displaying a sentence:
Three people.
Joker slowly sat up and leaned against the wall like a drunk preparing to