[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

No one knows how the clown got enough HMX explosives in a short period of time after breaking out of prison, and how he avoided the bat sonar all over Gotham.

But the truth is, everyone has to take what he says seriously.

Because he is a clown.

Even in Gotham City, where there are so many villains and villains, the Joker is an unprecedented, bad guy.

"Since you still have so many annoying helpers, I will only give you 5 minutes to see which gift you prefer," the clown rubbed his chin with a smile, then stretched out a finger and tapped the screen, "The phone is about to run out of battery, so don't chat for now. I look forward to your choice."

The pale face disappeared instantly.

Batman was still holding the mobile phone he found from the patient, so hard it seemed to crush the screen.The sky cleared completely, and he could see his own reflection in the reflection of the pitch-black screen—a face that was expressionless but full of anger.

Five seconds later, the screen that had been blacked out suddenly lit up, with several large numbers running across the middle, beating non-stop.

00: 04: 50

"BAT?" Diana stepped forward and patted Batman on the shoulder, "We—"

However, before she could say what she said, Batman had already turned around and left. He jumped down from the rooftop, leaving only an erratic shadow and a sentence in the moonlight.

"I'm going to investigate the location of the source of the explosion."

"Pietro," Cyril watched everything silently, seeing that Batman had set off to find the explosives buried in Arkham, he instead raised his staff higher, "Get ready for the finishing touches. "

A second later, the Hulk roared out into the icy blizzard.

Howls and screams can be heard endlessly. Most of the escaped patients wearing thin hospital clothes could not withstand Hulk's fists, and because their speed was forcibly reduced by magic, they could not escape. They could only hold their heads and groan in pain after being knocked down. .

Following the instructions of the mage, Kuaiyin moved easily. He opened his baseball jersey, which was covered with handcuffs that had been prepared a long time ago, and the silver shone brightly.

After 1 minute, the last resisters of Arkham Prison Break were subdued.

"Robin..." Looking at the scene in front of him, Dick couldn't help walking to Cyril's side, and said, "He was just abandoned like that? Is there any way to save him?"

Xi Ruier remained silent, looking at Ye Yi, who had just grown up and moved out to study in college. To be honest, he should still be considered a teenager now.

The elf curled up his mouth and smiled, and said as gently as possible: "He has his own choice, you should know him well."

Dick clenched the short stick tightly in his hand, and lowered his eyes: "I know, compared to the whole Arkham being blown up and countless lunatics losing their places of detention, it is possible to continue to run out to make trouble, and wait until the clown has had enough to play with Luo Bin's resurrection seems to be a little easier. Anyway, if you can be resurrected, why should you care?"

"You really think so?" Cyril asked back.

Dick tensed up.

"Resurrection is not a panacea. There are many things that are lost and cannot be recovered." Cyril frowned slightly, and looked at Dick with calm and gentle eyes. "Why don't you help Batman find the source of the explosion now, How about it?"

Dick struggled for a few seconds, then lowered his head in frustration: "I'm sorry, today is really bad, I lost my composure...but I want to go out and find Robin."

"Of course," Cyril said, "do whatever you want, leave it to us here."

00: 02: 37

Less than half of the time has passed.

Cyril handed over the scene to the "Bright" agents who led the team into Arkham and the Arkham medical staff who had recovered their consciousness. They also followed Batman's appearance and jumped directly from the rooftop.

The sky after the rain is extraordinarily fresh, mixed with the unique cool air at night, just taking a few breaths will make people feel extra comfortable.The elf mage was still wearing the robe that was full of blood and had a big hole pierced by the spear/spear, and he didn't have time to change it, so he looked extremely embarrassed at this time.

As early as when the plan to ambush the war knights was formulated, Cyril pulled everyone into the team in advance, and now he can confirm the location of Batman through the system panel.

He found Batman in a basement.

00: 01: 00

1 minute left.

"Can you defuse the bomb?"

Cyril asked.

"Yes, but it will take a little more time."

Batman squatted on the ground, concentrating on studying the bomb/bomb left by the clown, as if completely devoid of any distractions, and was terribly calm.

The phone was placed on the ground, right next to Batman's feet, the countdown on the screen kept flashing, the numbers were cold, and time passed like water.

"I understand."

The elf tore at the clothes stuck to his body, and was lingered at the tip of his nose by the bloody smell of the blood that hadn't fully dried. He licked his lips. Excessive blood loss made his lips dry and pale, making him a little uncomfortable.

Cyril waited quietly.

until the number on the screen returns to zero.

00: 00: 00

The Joker called again, but Batman still pressed to answer.

The video was connected, and as soon as he saw where Batman was, the Joker burst out laughing.

Laughing out of breath.

"Really..." He covered his stomach, smiled and shook his head, "I really have a good understanding with me, and I found the place where the explosives were placed so quickly..."

Batman stared at the Joker through the screen, his calm and cold eyes seemed to penetrate space, "HMX gun/powder is more powerful than TNT, and the cost is higher, it is difficult for you to get enough HXM in a limited time, So it can only be placed in the most vulnerable part of the building to exert its greatest power. This is common sense."

"Smart." The clown suddenly stopped smiling, and suddenly moved his head in front of the camera, his dark pupils filling the entire screen, "Since you have made a choice, it's time for me to keep my promise."

Batman still maintained a half-squatting posture.

He took out the batarang, disassembled the handmade bomb/bomb with a simple structure, pulled out the batarang with faint blue luster in the shadows, raised his hand, and cut off the calculated bomb/bomb wiring.

After finishing everything, he clapped his hands and stood up.

The camera, still on the ground, is distorted, capturing only the corner of his tattered cloak and the broad back.

"Please," he said.

The clown put down the phone, dragged the thick baseball bat in his hand, turned and walked towards Robin who was tied to the concrete pillar.

"Good evening, Mr. Clown."

A clear and pleasant voice sounded behind him.

The clown couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and looked towards the voice.Unexpectedly, his view was blocked by someone who wasn't supposed to be there.

A tall and slender elf crossed his arms, holding a staff, and walked over step by step, blocking Robin's front.

He was covered in blood, with golden braids tied low. The torn part of the blood-colored robe exposed the white and lustrous skin on his chest. In the dark space, his texture reflected a faint golden light, like a character in a children's fairy tale book.

"Obviously you have underestimated Batman's 'helpers'." Cyril tilted her head slightly, and turned the direction of the staff. "In the face of absolute power, your tricks are really... childish."

A light-colored magical energy passed by, and hit the clown lightly.

He turned into a sheep.

A sheep with a white body, a green head, and red lips.

It still looks funny.

The baseball bat that was originally held by the clown fell to the ground and rolled outward a few times.

Behind Cyril, Batman stepped out of the portal and cut the rope that bound Robin with the Batarang that he hadn't had time to put away.

The child's breathing was steady and his vital signs were normal.Batman saw a needle hole in his neck, which should have been caused by an overdose of sedatives injected by the Joker and caused a coma.

Cyril bent down and picked up the green-headed sheep on the ground, "Send it back to Arkham?"

Batman nods.

"Seriously, if someone threatens me like that, I will kill him." The elf raised his eyebrows lightly and rubbed the little lamb's soft head. "Do you need me to meddle in my own business?"

"No need." Batman replied.

Cyril shrugged, not commenting on this expected answer.

The clown sheep in his arms kicked his hooves around frantically, his rosy mouth, which looked as if it had been painted with lipstick, was wide open, and there was a noise that could be howling or laughing.

The elf clicked his tongue, lifted the lamb by the back of his neck, and moved him out of his arms. The meanness in his bones came out involuntarily. He looked the clown sheep up and down, and suddenly commented: "What an ugly sheep!" something."

Batman: "..."

The big black bat curled the corners of its mouth soundlessly, and the edges and corners on the lower half of its face softened.

Afterwards, that rare smile was like a flower in a mirror, fleeting in a flash.He hugged the second-generation Robin horizontally, walked through the portal that hadn't been closed without saying a word, and returned to the Arkham Asylum.

Fortunately, Arkham's medical equipment has always been high-quality, so Batman didn't send Robin back to the Batcave. He just ordered two bottles of blood recovery potion and antidote potion for Jason to drink, and then found a Arkham's resident doctor asked him to do a general physical examination for Jason.

And Ye Yi, who had just run out not far away, soon received a message from Alfred, and turned back in embarrassment.

"What's going on here?" Dick looked at his younger brother, who was not short of arms or legs, a little confused, "I thought Batman chose..."

Cyril was finally able to take the time to change his clothes. He was facing the reflection of the window glass at this time, cleaning the blood on his face, hands and neck with water balloons.Hearing Dick's question, he couldn't help but smile: "Batman has never made any choice, whether it's Arkham's patients and doctors or his little Robin bird, he has to save it."

Seeing Cyril's look of knowing everything inside, Dick felt a little wronged: "Then you still tricked me into going out to find Robin, and didn't tell me anything."

"The clown is able to grasp the situation on our side so accurately, it must be because of some surveillance equipment or eyeliners. If we talk about everything, we won't be able to rescue Robin successfully."

Dick asked in confusion: "Then you don't say anything... Is it because of telepathy that you can communicate with each other?"

Xi Ruier smiled: "To be honest, I really have a telepathy this time."

Dick: "..."

I seem to have forgotten something important.

Author has something to say: Charles: I do too much.