"Are you planning to shock me? I am a modified person, and your toy that can stun ordinary people will at most make me happy."
Su Ming stretched out his hand calmly. As he said, the clown's electric shock toy was just fun for him.
If the Joker is playing tricks, throw him into prison, and ask Batman for a reward - the Joker's capture fee.
"Oh, no, no, no, why do you doubt me, my old friend? Deathstroke, you really make me sad, hehe."
The clown pretended to wipe his tears and peeked through his fingers to see Su Ming's reaction. However, his peeking look was too exaggerated. His fingers were completely spread apart, as if he was afraid that Su Ming would not be able to see his big eyes.
"It's okay if it's not. Don't waste time. The Justice League will be back soon and you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
Su Ming is not Batman. He has no time to play games with the clown, nor does he want to guess riddles or listen to jokes. He just wants to get money now, find a good place to sleep, and spend it.
If you get the money, the whole family will make two buckets of Kaifeng vegetables at a time, one bucket for you and one for Barry.
Barry has a lot of credit for his achievements. Su Ming is a person who knows how to repay kindness, but after all, this is the money obtained from killing people. If you give Xiao Shen the money, he will definitely not take it, so give him some food.
Yeah, it’s something that’s hard to refuse.
Su Ming has a bill in his heart. He hasn't had time to calculate it carefully yet, but it is definitely tens of millions of dollars. He saved the world, survived, satisfied his bloodthirsty desire after transformation, and made a lot of money.
.
Although the money hasn't been received yet, the long list of numbers has already made Su Ming like the mercenary job even more.
The clown found that Deathstroke seemed to be distracted. He was obviously still bleeding from his shoulder, but he seemed to be holding back a smile in a weird way. The laughter was a little bit intrusive, but when he heard it, it was sincere, and the clown also laughed happily.
"Haha, do you want to guess what it is? I'll give you a hint. I found it in the Batcave."
"Oh? Batman's good stuff? Then give it to me. You can play with the head."
Su Ming hung all his equipment back on his body, twitching his fingers to signal him to hurry up, as he was still preparing to ask for the account.
"Alas..." The clown sighed, his shoulders slumped. He felt bored. No one else was as interesting as Batman. He didn't even play guessing games: "Okay, here you go, I think this
It’s a good thing.”
He gently placed a small object in Su Ming's palm. He actually didn't know what it was, but a feeling told him that it was important.
This feeling makes no sense, but the clown believes in himself.
The most important thing is - he likes this thing. The smiling face on it is very sincere, like a person who has breathed laughing gas, which makes him happy.
Originally, he planned to give this to Harley as a gift to see if they could reconcile. He tried to kill her last time but failed because he felt that the attempted murder might have damaged the relationship between the two.
A small gift might remind Harley of him and try to kill him. That would get rid of the current boredom.
But now he wants the head of the Laughing Bat to be used as a ball, so it would be a good idea to exchange this gift with the death knell.
However, when the thing came into Su Ming's hands, before he could even see what it was, a blue light took him away instantly.
The blue light flashed away, and Su Ming was no longer where he was. Only the clown was still holding the head, maintaining the gesture of giving something.
"Huh?" The clown quickly took back his hand. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, um... that's right, but I haven't closed my eyes yet."
He counted loudly with his fingers. Very good. There were still five fingers, not four or six.
But why did the death knell suddenly disappear?
"Interesting, hahahaha." He clapped his hands, and a living person disappeared in front of his eyes. This was simply the best show: "So what you wanted to play was hide and seek, hee hee, here I come!"
The Joker began looking for signs of Deathstroke everywhere in the Batcave, behind the burnt Brother Eye console, under the chair where the Watcher was strapped, and even inside his own shoes.
He searched them all.
The result was no, the death knell disappeared out of thin air.
"If I can't find you, I give up and come out!"
He was so tired that he was panting, but he still couldn't find anyone. He gave up. He wanted Deathstroke to come out and tell him how he did it. He liked this game, and he wanted to learn it and play with bats.
But no one would answer him.
He wandered for a while and found that the death knell was gone, and he was immediately dejected.
"You're leaving, and I'm leaving too...Am I really leaving? I'm really leaving! I'm taking the head with me, right?"
He looked around, only Barry and Diana were still tied to the stone pillars and unconscious, the headless body of the Laughing Bat was motionless, and the monitor whose head was covered with broken glass could only whine as his mouth was gagged.
There was no other movement in the cave.
"Hahahahahaha, then I'll take it as your acquiescence."
He raised his laughing head, nodded with satisfaction, and was ready to leave.
But when he was about to reach the entrance of the cave, he seemed to remember something again. He turned back, took out a stick of lipstick from his pocket, and painted a big smile on both Diana and Barry's faces.
Seeing that the two unconscious superheroes now looked happy, he laughed and ran away with his head in his hands.
The monitor breathed a sigh of relief, the clown ignored him, this madman...
However, the clown came back again and thrust the lipstick into his hand.
"Take it, hold it steady! Hehe..." The clown licked the corners of his mouth, sticking out his tongue like a snake, constantly lifting his chin, looking at him nervously: "Smile, smile
, give me a smile."
The monitor was gagged and his whole face was deformed. How could he smile?
"Why are you so serious? The smile should be deep in your mind!"
I heard that this person was called the Monitor before, and the clown was unhappy again, but the joy of getting the laughing head made him almost forget about this old man.
After all, the only one who can monitor him is Batman, and this 'monitor' sounds like a knockoff.
As annoying as the Laughing Bat, he doesn't even know how to laugh!
The clown grabbed the lipstick and drew a smiley face on the monitor's brain with great force. How could the brain withstand such great force?
Instantly it becomes like adding chili oil to the tofu.
It's a mess.
"Big...smile, very good."
The clown clapped his hands with satisfaction, not knowing how he could see the smile among the messy red and white things.
But his mood improved, and he no longer paid attention to the monitor who was constantly twitching violently. He laughed and walked away, disappearing into the night outside the cave.