The left and right walls of the quaint room are all covered with bookshelves. Although there are two windows like doors as partitions, it still looks gloomy and depressing when the curtains are drawn. The red light on the bedside against the north wall suddenly flashes, and on the bed

There was a squirming movement and the quilt was lifted from the inside. A humanoid figure stepped out of the bed, limped to the door and opened it.

"Don't bother me with this kind of stuff anymore, you know I don't want to know or understand anything right now!"

The white-haired old man at the door, dressed in an elegant suit and with a kind smile, turned on the bedroom light and walked into the room.

"Sir, you must attend tonight's party, because today is the anniversary of Harvey Dent. As the largest philanthropic businessman in Gotham City, your attitude is particularly important!"

The man turned his back to the old man and closed his eyes. The light was not dazzling, so it was not uncomfortable to adapt. After being silent for a long time, the man spoke to the old man.

"Using the first and second floors as the venue represents my sincerity..."

"That red light..."

"It's nothing."

The old man looked at the red watch on the bedside table with some surprise. The flashing light used to be legendary, but now it was just flashing. The old man sighed in his heart, and then organized some words to persuade the young master in front of him.

"Young master, I always believe that people in the darkness must be extremely eager to embrace the light. I once chased poachers on the grasslands of Africa. An accident caused me to lose my footing and fall into a canyon. I couldn't see my fingers. I didn't blame others or sit still and wait for death.

, I always firmly believe that I can survive through hard work, even if I am bruised and bruised, even if I am desperate in my heart, I will never give up my understanding and pursuit of the value of life..."

"Afu...it's time for you to host the party!"

"Wish you a sweet dream..."

Persuasion was worthless. His indifferent body turned his head and he couldn't even see his face. He limped to the bedside, turned off the watch and threw it in the trash can. The old man bowed and said that, then turned and left the bedroom, leaving

The man below stands alone in a house as dark as an abyss, blending into the darkness and embracing it.

Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye. The dazed man standing on the bed bent down and picked up the watch from the trash can. He picked up the crutch and limped out of his bedroom, walked around the corridor and suddenly stopped.

After stepping down, in the corridor of the exhibition room on the third floor, a woman wearing a maid uniform was watching. If she was just in a daze or envious, it would not attract the man's attention. The key was that on the other's neck, in a flash,

The passing light was a relic of his grandmother, a diamond necklace worth 20 million US dollars. It should have been in the safe around the maid's knees.

"ah!"

The maid turned around and screamed. After all, the man was used to being silent, so even with a cane he didn't make any sound, and the maid didn't notice at all.

"Sir, I'm really sorry. I just came here to work today, and then I got lost."

The maid explained with a horrified expression, and the man wanted to laugh, slightly curved the corner of his mouth and said jokingly

"You're new here, and the thing around your neck doesn't look like you picked it up from the ground when you got lost."

The maid subconsciously touched the necklace around her neck. She no longer pretended to be cowardly and timid, and casually waved her hand and approached the man.

"Of course I picked this up!"

Only two meters away from the man, she suddenly made a smart move. The man fell to the ground without any reaction. The maid in high heels was as agile as a cat. She jumped up the window and took off the white hair on her head.

Silk scarf, winking at the man charmingly

"Thank you for your gift, Mr. Bruce Wayne!"

She jumped down from a height of ten meters and landed steadily on the grass. She took off her maid's outfit, wearing a tight black leather jacket with a cat-eared mask. She raised her head and looked at the man in front of the window, blowing a kiss to him.

Disappearing in the woods, Bruce Wayne laughed again. Today he laughed more times than in the past thirteen years. At that moment of confusion, Bruce Wayne thought he had returned to thirteen years ago or even...

The time before the update.

The red light on the watch is still flashing. Bruce Wayne now has another reason to go into the secret room, that is his grandmother's necklace. Although 20 million is not very valuable, it is indeed his priceless treasure. He goes to the study and presses the button

After pressing the piano keys, the statue on the side of the study rotated and a staircase appeared, and Bruce Wayne walked in.

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"What on earth do you want!?"

On a high slope almost a kilometer away from Arkham Asylum, Peter sat on the grass and looked in the direction of Arkham. Harleen Quinzel behind him asked curiously. The surging bad guys had already begun to interact with each other before they left the prison.

Massacre, this was something she had expected, but the sudden rise of the storm made Harleen Quinzel eager to know the answer and what the man in front of her wanted to do.

The fascination with clowns has actually caused Harleen Quinzel to be very confused. As the saying goes, doctors cannot heal themselves. What they are talking about is people like Harleen Quinzel. They understand their own weaknesses, but they cannot control their madness.

, all the healing techniques learned are just for showing to outsiders.

A product of the effects, especially mental confusion, the idea of ​​imitating the Joker has taken root in Harleen Quinzel's mind, and as Peter killed the Joker, Harleen Quinzel suddenly became more eager.

Desire to become a clown to replace the clown and become the only one in this world.

She fell in love with the clown's madness and everything about the clown. This disease started to spread from love, and then spread and eroded the brain like a virus. In the end, Harleen Quinzel's transformation would change little by little.

Becoming another kind of clown may not be as chaotic and crazy as the clown, but it is definitely no less crazy than the clown.

"Do you really want to know!"

Peter smiled and covered his head, letting the surrounding wind blow his hair back and forth. The most primitive evil is about to bloom and bear fruit in Gotham City again. After thirteen years of oppression and silence, this city will be better than thirteen years ago.

It was more chaotic before, but now the city no longer has the clown, the king of the night, but this is just right.

For that practitioner, everything will become more interesting, maybe lacking some excitement, but neither he nor the knight of the night has time. The attack is missing but he must still be alive. His first move is to summon the superheroes of this world.

, use your own way to strengthen them one by one, and then find a way to attack and return home.
Chapter completed!