It was another dark cloudy day in Gotham. When the Pale Knight and Dr. Quinzel arrived at Arkham Island again, Deathstroke was waiting for them outside the Waverider's hatch.
Arkham was razed to the ground before the freezing incident, and yesterday Batman blew up the cannon and left a mess. Now many engineering teams are clearing the ruins, but fortunately the spacecraft can float on the river.
Although there was no sun, this man still got a deck chair and held a bottle of orange soda in his hand, as if he was enjoying a vacation.
"Good morning, Jack." He moved his sunglasses to the tip of his nose and greeted with a smile.
"Good morning to you too, Slade." Jack smiled a little reluctantly, because he knew not long ago that Batman would not go to Earth 0 in another multiverse with them. The voice in his head made a fuss, and he
The dose had to be increased.
Deathstroke sat up and looked behind the Pale Knight, with a brief expression of confusion on his face. He asked: "Where's Batman? Has he decided not to go with us?"
"He wants to stay in Gotham, you know." Jack rubbed his hair. He only felt his scalp itching: "The Court of Owls is still hiding in the dark without any clues. Another strange murder happened in the city last night.
case, he said Gotham can't live without him."
"Oh? A murder case?" Deathstroke showed some interest and took a sip of soda: "What kind of case can hold Batman back? Do you want my help? In fact, the orangutan and I are both very good detectives.
."
Dr. Quinzel shook her head. She looked up and down the spacecraft and said, "Batman doesn't like others to participate in solving his cases. You are outsiders after all. He must be suspicious of you."
Jack shook his head. He acted more open-minded. Maybe he had a better impression of the hero team in the form of Legends of Tomorrow, but maybe it was because the medicine was getting stronger. He answered directly:
"Actually, there is nothing that cannot be said. A strange murder occurred in a church last night. A group of people were slaughtered like livestock. The murderer combined their corpses and carved wooden antlers into a weird totem pole. According to Bat
Xia said that there was a lot of blood at the scene, but the brain and internal organs of the corpse were all missing."
"Is there such a thing?" Deathstroke frowned, and the expression on his face looked very solemn, but as he said himself, he was very good at solving cases, so he immediately gave an idea: "You can tell Bat
Xia, things like totems often represent pagan beliefs, and this incident happened in a church, then he should consider ritual killings carried out by crazy religious groups."
"He has already started investigating along this line of thinking." Jack smiled, not knowing why he was proud of Batman: "So far he can't judge the identity of the victim from the corpse, but as long as he gives him some
Time will always provide the answer."
Deathstroke also smiled. He stood up and guided the two of them to the spaceship. He nodded as if in agreement, with a righteous look on his face:
When Su Ming and his team were roaming in the place he named the CW multiverse, time had no meaning to the Waverider's actions. On Earth 0 in another multiverse, something was happening underground in the Hall of Justice.
.
That is, a group of women's clowns and Luthor successfully sneaked into Batman's dormitory area and found the imprisoned Laughing Gordon.
"Ah, let me do it, let me do it, ahem, overwrite permissions, come up with authentication, password: Martha!" The clown pressed the button on the side of the prison with a smile on his face, and he imitated Batman's voice.
It's so lifelike that it even has Batman's fingerprints and pupil patterns on his hand.
Unlike before when Green Arrow and Deathstroke talked to Gordon through the fence, he and Luther were going into the prison to conduct a physical examination on the crazy director.
"Verification passed." A line of text appeared on the small screen nearby. The cell was opened. Gordon, who was tied like a caterpillar in a straitjacket, was leaning in the corner of the room, spitting bubbles out of boredom.
The Laughing Virus changed his mind and drove him into madness, but it did not change his body, so he was still the old smoker.
This was because I was addicted to smoking, and being tied up and unable to move made me feel very uncomfortable.
"Hahahaha!" The clown laughed and patted his belly, then suddenly sighed. He turned to look at Luther, who had taken off his wig: "Do you think Batman lacks inspiration? Why are all the passwords Ma?
Sha? I’ve been playing this game for so many years and I’m a little tired of it.”
"Maybe he didn't change the password on purpose because he wanted to continue the game with you." Luther looked at the crazy director expressionlessly, shook his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to the side: "Mossie, put the syringe
Give me the test tube and don't let anyone disturb me."
The secretary taught the boss things very diligently, but of course, she may not be able to fulfill the latter request.
This is the headquarters of the Justice League. The superheroes may be walking around above everyone's heads at this moment. Who knows when they will find everyone.
But she still nodded, turning her head back and forth in a vigilant manner, like a meerkat on the African savannah.
"Don't be so serious, little cutie, as long as my Mr. J is here, we won't be in any danger." The joke came over, and the crazy woman tugged on her earlobe: "Look at my ears, do you want to
Running wildly? Because all deer have red noses, hehe."
"Haha! That's good, that's good. You are so considerate in your jokes. I like this Flash joke." I don't know how the clown understands this joke that is not funny at all. After all, he is crazy: "You always make me laugh.
You feel happy, so how should I reward you? By the way, how about getting some people to play Saw Man Box?"
"What a great idea, Mr. J, I love you so much." Xiaodian danced happily, as if he didn't realize any danger at all.
Faced with such a crazy teammate, Mercy glanced at her boss covertly, while Luther was expressionless at the moment, just calmly grabbing Gordon and drawing blood from him with a needle as thick as his forearm.
If he wants to crack the Laughing Virus, Gordon's blood is currently the purest sample. He has had enough of women dressing up to sneak into the Justice League once, so he needs to prepare all the materials at once to avoid having to collect them in the future.
"Ridiculous bald man, he expected you to come to me. Do you really think you can decipher the truth of the universe now that you are neither human nor ghost?" Gordon leaned against the wall very calmly and was grabbed by several arms of Luther.
There was no resistance, but a contemptuous smile: "This is not a disease, but a belief and a thorough understanding."
Luther raised his eyebrows indifferently and injected the black blood from the large syringe into the test tube he carried:
"Want to use words to confuse my judgment? Nice try. It seems that the Laughing Bat has taught you something for you to recite when I catch you."
"you do not believe?"
Gordon's tone became more contemptuous, and he even laughed.
"Why should I believe it? Just wait for my antidote, Director Gordon." Luther turned and left, asking his secretary to close the cell: "The Laughing Bat may have expected that I would find you, but only he could have expected that.
Is this true? What about Batman and Deathstroke? Think about this."