Should I Move If the Joker Lives Across the Hall?

After the Joker left, his wife went to the door.

She looked at Bruce Yu across the hall. "Hello? My name is Jane Queen. We'll be neighbors from now on."

"Ah, my name is Bruce," he said, looking at Jane Queen's belly, "How many months pregnant are you?"

"Six months"

"That's not small."

"Yes! To prepare for her birth, my husband has been leaving early and coming home late. I really don't know what kind of place needs Joker performance late at night. I hope everything goes well."

Bruce Yu smiled kindly. "It's probably a bar or nightclub that needs to liven things up. Get some rest, Mrs. Jane."

"You too, Bruce ~"

After the door closed, Bruce Yu plopped down on the sofa.

"The Joker's across the street? Judging from his appearance, he shouldn't be insane yet."

"It all started when the two Red Hood recruited Jack, a circus Joker who couldn't find a job, to steal from a chemical plant. Jack was so startled by Batman's sudden appearance that he fell into a pool of chemicals."

"After being disfigured, Jack ran home in a sorry state, only to find his pregnant wife dead from a faulty appliance, and then he went insane."

Bruce Yu rubbed his chin. "I really thought this was just a story the Joker made up for Batman! I never imagined it was true!"

Main God Fang Yu: "The Joker's love for Batman is genuine; he always mixes true feelings into a bunch of lies."

"This is not good." Bruce Yu thought carefully. "There are too many villains in Gotham. Maybe I should just run away."

Stephen Fang: "Running away is useless. The DC World is prone to apocalyptic crises. There are many universes in the universe. Once it is destroyed, it will switch to another Parallel World to tell the story. First of all, we can't even confirm which universe you are in. But no matter which one it is, given the nature of DC comics in the future, you will be affected even if you hide in the ends of the earth."

Uchiha Yu: "DC uses the story of the Batman Who Laughs as an example. Even if your universe is a relatively peaceful universe, one day, a grinning bat will appear in your universe, Carnage your universe's Superhero, and turn the entire Earth into its Hound Farm."

Stephen Fang sighed, "From many perspectives, what you're about to face is more difficult for you to break down than what any of us are going through."

Bruce Yu slumped onto the sofa, his emotions slightly overwhelmed.

However, even after years of suppression and bullying, he was still "Fang Yu". After a period of self-digestion, he stood up.

"Then I need to think about how to arm my universe! That way, even if Darkseid comes to Earth, or the Batman Who Laughs comes to my Minecraft, at least we'll still have World War I chance!"

Stephen Fang: "Why don't you solve the Joker problem first? That way, at least your world won't have the Batman Who Laughs or Black Superman."

Main God Fang Yu: "That's thinking too far ahead. Remember the plot of a certain movie version of Justice League? After Darkseid's army came to Earth, there were very few Superhero left on Earth. Black Superman became the number one henchman, and Batman only managed to resolve the crisis by teaming up with the Joker."

"In many incidents, the Joker has also been Batman's Think Tank; this guy can even be used as a trump card. Simply nipping him in the bud might not be a good thing."

Pirate World Fang Yu: "So... just wait and see if your neighbor goes crazy."

Uchiha Yu: "It's not necessarily a bad thing that the Joker lost his wife and the child in her belly. Didn't he later get a small room from Arkham Asylum as compensation for it?"

Bruce Yu: "I've heard your hellish jokes before, and hearing them today, I can see you're definitely not going to heaven."

At the same time, Jack, who had just stepped out of the apartment, was grabbed by two white men in suits and led towards a nearly wrecked car.

One of the guys, wearing sunglasses, grinned and asked, "Why are you dressed like a Joker when you go out?"

Jack smiled sheepishly, "Well, that way, my wife won't think I did anything wrong, and the police won't know what my face looks like."

"Hehe."

Jack got into the car, feeling extremely uneasy. He looked at his two accomplices, whom he had only met twice, swallowed hard, and asked, "Are you sure nothing will happen? Um, isn't there any security guard at that chemical plant?"

The driver in the front seat, a cigarette dangling from his lips, replied, "Heh heh, Jack, leave these problems to the guys in our hands!"

Jack was still conflicted, but when he looked out at the chaotic street and saw his Joker costume reflected in the car window, he thought of his wife waiting for him to bring money home to pay the rent, and his child who was due to be born in a few months.

Jack, get ready to be a bad guy for once!

The night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed impossible to see through, with only a few faint lights in the distance illuminating the place.

Jack followed behind the two Red Hood Gang members, his steps unsteady, his heart pounding in his chest as if it would burst out.

They traveled at a brisk pace, and the deathly silence around them made the journey seem increasingly eerie.

Soon, a chemical plant exuding a chilling aura came into view.

This is a shady factory that ostensibly produces food additives, but secretly manufactures Happy Pills).

Jack watched as the two men ahead of him quietly approached the dozing black security guard at the entrance.

The security guard was quite old; perhaps he was too exhausted to be aware of the impending doom.

In the blink of an eye, one of the Red Hood Gang members suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed the security guard's neck tightly like iron clamps.

The security guard's eyes widened instantly, filled with terror and despair. He tried to struggle, kicking his legs wildly and weakly prying at the other hand, but to no avail.

Seeing this, another man quickly stepped forward and covered the security guard's mouth to prevent him from crying for help.

Before long, the security guard's body gradually went limp and he fell to the ground like a broken doll.

Jack's heart clenched, and a strong sense of unease washed over him.

He bit his lower lip, his brows furrowed, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

"This... this is too ruthless." He muttered to himself, subconsciously taking a step back.

But at this moment, behind him was the vast darkness of night, and ahead lay these two dangerous companions. After much hesitation, he gritted his teeth and followed.

The three arrived at the entrance of the ventilation duct, which was narrow and dark, filled with a pungent, putrid smell.

The lead member in the Red Hood skillfully removed the grille from the ventilation vent and climbed inside first, moving as nimbly as a Nezumi searching for food.

Jack took a deep breath, suppressing his inner resistance, and followed him into the ventilation duct.

The space inside the pipe was so cramped it was suffocating, and the pipe walls were covered with sticky grime. Every time you rubbed against it, you got goosebumps all over your body.

Jack could only crawl forward with his body bent over, using both his hands and feet, his knees and elbows aching from the friction against the tube walls.

After climbing for an unknown amount of time, they finally entered the chemical plant.

As soon as he landed, Jack was stunned by the sight before him.

The interior of the chemical plant is extremely large, spacious and gloomy, with crisscrossing pipes winding and spiraling overhead and on the walls, like a giant spider web, isolating it from the outside world.

"Stay close, don't wander off," a Red Hood member said menacingly to Jack in a low voice.

Jack nodded quickly and followed closely behind them.

They carefully navigated around each obstacle, moving closer to their goal.

Soon, a thick iron gate, as solid as a fortress wall, appeared before them. The rivets on the gate were all large, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster in the dim light.

Undoubtedly, the priceless precision machinery lies behind this door.

"See Nappa narrow pipe on the roof of the factory? You can go to the next room, and then open the door from the inside," another Red Hood member explained quietly, pointing to the ceiling.

Jack looked up and saw that the pipe was hanging high below the ceiling, pitifully narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, and the pipe walls were smooth, so that one could easily slip and fall.

Below was a pool filled with a green liquid that emitted a strong stench.

His throat was dry, and he swallowed with difficulty.

"Hurry up!" The Red Hood member at the head of the group shoved Jack.

Jack was extremely unwilling, but considering that he was in a dangerous situation, he knew that if he didn't comply, these two guys wouldn't let it go.

And he really needed the money.

He never wanted to live like that again, enduring the Byakugan he received at the circus!

He gritted his teeth, walked to the wall, and began to climb up the pipe support.

With each step he took upwards, his heart pounded higher, his hands were sweaty from tension, and his grip on the support was slippery.

After finally climbing onto the pipe, he lay on it, inching forward inch by inch, his eyes fixed on the front, not daring to be distracted for even a moment.

Just as Jack was struggling forward, a faint noise suddenly came from inside the chemical plant, as if someone was quietly approaching from the shadows.

The sound was amplified Limitless in the silent space, startling the three of them so much that they froze instantly, not daring to breathe...

After a while, the sound disappeared, and the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hurry up! There must be a security guard patrolling by. Open the door to that room quickly, we'll give you the money after we sell the machine! 100,000! Hurry!!!"

Jack strained with all his might, gripping the cold edge of the narrow pipe with both hands and kicking his legs in the air, trying to find a foothold so he could move even a fraction of an inch further.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, each gasp echoing in the silent space. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, hitting the chemical pool below and being swallowed by green pus with a "glug."

Just as Jack was struggling to climb halfway up, an unexpected turn of events occurred!

A tall, dark figure seemed to materialize instantly from the depths of darkness, appearing silently and ghost-like behind the two Red Hood Gang members!

Before the two could react, the dark figure moved with lightning speed, delivering a powerful straight punch that whistled through the air, slamming it hard into the back of one of the men's heads!

The man's body fell forward like a kite with a broken string, and he instantly lost consciousness!

Immediately afterwards, the shadowy figure showed no mercy, kicking another man in the abdomen. The man screamed and was sent flying into the air, crashing heavily into a machine next to him with a dull thud before sliding to the ground and Fudo.

Hearing the noise below, Jack's heart tightened, and he instinctively looked down.

That one glance froze his blood instantly, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

The iconic bat silhouette loomed in the shadows, its cold, piercing eyes radiating a chilling power!

Jack felt a chill run down his spine, and a deep fear welled up from the bottom of his heart, instantly engulfing his entire body!

He was just an honest man who was doing something wrong for the first time! A man like that would tremble at the sight of a policeman, let alone Crime Fighter like a ghost!

In his extreme terror, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and the sweat on his palms, like butter, lubricated the pipes.

In an instant, his fingers could no longer grip the slippery pipe wall, and he fell straight down into the green chemical pool below that emitted an eerie glow!

Batman had just dealt with two Red Hood Gang members when he turned around and witnessed Jack falling to the ground.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he instantly sprang forward, rushing towards the direction where Jack had fallen.

However, by a mere Zero a second, his fingertips barely grazed Jack's clothes, but he couldn't save him.

Batman dashed to the edge of the chemical pool and watched helplessly as Jack thrashed about in the water, waving his arms flailing about and choking on the pungent liquid. His cries were drowned out by the gurgling of the water.

Without hesitation, Batman quickly took the Grapple Gun from his waist, raised his hand to aim at Jack, and was about to pull the trigger to pull him out of the chemical pool.

Just at this critical moment, a chaotic sound of guns being picked up suddenly came from behind, which was particularly jarring in the empty chemical plant!

Batman's eyes narrowed, knowing danger was approaching again. Without thinking, he flicked his wrist, and a Batarang shot out like a black lightning bolt toward the source of the sound.

Almost simultaneously, alarms blared throughout the chemical plant, their piercing sound seemingly about to shatter eardrums, instantly breaking the deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, the valve on the pipe connected to the chemical tank suddenly opened, and a liquid emitting a strange odor gushed out, flowing rapidly along the pipe.

At the gate of the factory, a bald man was smoking a cigarette with an angry look on his face. The cigarette butt in his hand was clearly extinguished in the darkness, reflecting his ferocious face.

He kept cursing, "If that damned bat sees what's being produced here, he'll definitely burn it all down! Has the stuff been dealt with yet?"

The subordinate beside him hurriedly nodded and bowed, reporting, "The raw pulp has all been dumped into the river! There should be no way to prove it!"

Inside the factory, Batman grabbed the gunman by the neck and slammed the back of his head against the ground twice!

After seeing the other person roll their eyes and completely pass out, Batman jumped to the edge of the chemical pool.

The pool's dark green bottom was revealed; the automatic flushing system was already activated. Batman blinked thoughtfully at the drain outlet.

The camera cuts into the sewage pipes, passes through the dark and twisted passage, and finally sees a glimmer of light ahead.

A man with a full head of green hair and deathly pale skin looked at his reflection in the polluted river, grabbed his hair, and first wept bitterly.

As I cried, I started to laugh through my tears.

That laughter was extremely eerie.

There will be 6000 words more later.