I haven't been a big brother for many years

"We'll find him, Master Bruce."

Ah Fu's steady voice came through the earphones, slightly calming Bruce's impetuousness.

"Temporary notice, now we will insert a video just received from the TV station." Gotham TV station is still constantly bringing bad news.

Today is nothing short of a disaster for the citizens of Gotham.

"I want you to participate in my game." A hostage apparently held by the clown tremblingly read the manuscript.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to play."

"But I put a lot of surprise toys on bridges and tunnels." The screen of the video turned around, and a guy wearing a clown mask arrogantly pointed a gun at the head of the hostage.

But the real clown isn't there.

Bruce slowed down the picture and said firmly: "The clown is not on the TV station, and he didn't give any hints."

He looked at Lucius: "Lucius, you must help me! I want to find Ryan."

Lucius said with a headache: "Mr. Wayne. This is not the reason why you can monitor the whole city."

Looking at the huge monster in front of him, Lucius no longer felt the horror he felt when he first saw it.

There is only helplessness and indifference left, and their behavior is breaking the law: "You used my sonar principle and used it on every mobile phone in the city. Now the whole city is covered by your 'submarine' 'It's under surveillance."

"Bruce Wayne." He looked at his boss seriously, and he looked at the children who grew up: "It's wrong to do this."

"Lucius." Bruce's cobalt blue eyes were full of pleading: "I have to find Ryan."

Lucius smiled sarcastically: "What about the price? Is it illegal?"

"Only this time."

"Surveilling 3000 million people is not within the scope of my job." Lucius said, but he had already put his coat on the back of the only seat in front of the monitor.There was no way he could refuse his request.

"I'll pay you overtime." Bruce smiled gratefully. "Here's an audio sample. If he talks within range of any cell phone in town, you can tell where he is."

"But please regard this job as my resignation." Lucius looked firmly at the back of Bruce Wayne who had already walked to the door: "This machine and I cannot coexist in Wayne Company."

Bruce looked back at him and smiled: "After you find Ryan, you enter your name. It can only be used once."

"I just want you to find Ryan, only this time, he is all I have."

……

"Do you want some milk?" The clown held a glass of milk and brought the glass to Ryan's mouth.

Ryan sat on a chair with his hands tied to the armrests of the chair.She was still wearing a white oversized hospital gown, and her feet were bare.

Ropes were tied around his waist and neck. In fact, there was no need for the clown to tie these ropes at all, because the muscle relaxant had already taken effect, and his limbs and torso could not move at all.

He stared blankly at the huge stained glass in front of him. The sun was almost setting.

The last sunlight of the day, and also the most beautiful sunlight, poured in from the glass, wrapping his whole body in orange.

Such sunshine did not make him feel uncomfortable as an albino patient, but made him feel warm.

His white hair and complexion are unique, and now in such a sunny place, he is like God's favorite angel, as if he will spread the wings behind him in the next second.

The clown looked at such a picture with satisfaction.

Ryan hooked the corner of his mouth: "No, I don't want you to help me go to the bathroom."

The clown hesitated, and threw the cup out casually.White liquid and fragments of the quilt splashed in the distance.

"Hey, listen to me." The clown walked around in front of him and looked down at him with a rare smile on his face: "If you fall into Joanna's hands, at least it will be better than falling into Batman's hands."

Ryan looked at him sideways, with obvious puzzlement in his eyes: "What made you have such an illusion?"

"Look. At least when I met you before, you were much more interesting than now. But look at you now." He clicked his lips, looking very regretful.

Ryan said nonchalantly, "But I don't like the way I look."

"Then do you like the way you are now?" The clown sneered, "Like a bitter woman, ha, ridiculous love."

"A bitter woman?" Ryan raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I look like a bitter woman? You seem to have no vision since you came out of Arkham."

"Hey! Everyone thinks that!"

"Really?" Ryan mocked, "I think you look like a jealous woman."

The clown tilted his head and thought for a while: "A resentful woman and a jealous woman...we really are made for each other!"

"..." Ryan shook his head slightly funny: "I hope you didn't tie me up to disgust me."

"of course not!"

The clown half-closed his eyes and stretched out his arms: "Look at this place!"

Slanted columns reinforce and support the thinner walls, forming a special exterior wall structure.

There are three gates in the center of the shell-like dome, and the light, exposed ridgeline flying rib frame dome constitutes the interior.

The windows are inlaid with patterns in multicolored glass.There is also a large circular glass rose pattern on the main entrance.

Gotham Cathedral.

The clown walked slowly to the podium. Although he was still wearing the purple suit, he was wearing a priest's Roman collar.The little white piece stuck in his throat looked funny and ridiculous.

His left hand was pressed on the Bible, with a devout look on his face, he closed his eyes, as if intoxicated by the holy atmosphere here: "I will hold a wedding here for you."

"I assume your brain is not bad." Ryan stared at the huge stained window and laughed unceremoniously: "Homosexuality is not recognized by the Catholic Church."

"Oh! God." The clown took his hand off the Bible and stared at him fiercely: "Can't you like a woman? May the Lord curse you!"

"Father." Ryan sneered, "Pay attention to your words."

The clown raised his eyebrows viciously: "Little Jordan, I'm serious. If you don't keep your mouth shut, I will consider letting you wear a wedding dress."

He picked up the blond wig that was thrown on the ground and threatened.

"In this way, I can hold a normal, perfect wedding that is approved by the Lord." He bit the words one by one, emphatically reading "approved".

"okeyokey~" Ryan wanted to shrug his shoulders very much, but his body had already disobeyed orders, so he could only show a helpless expression.

……

"...Batman, are you there? I think I've found the Joker."

"Yes, you should have found it too." Bruce listened to the crazy voice of the clown on the giant ship that replaced bridges and tunnels to transport people away in the headset:

"You each have a detonator that detonates the other ship. As long as one of your ships presses the button first, I will let the people on that ship live."

The police prepared two boats to send people away, one carrying the unforgivable criminals captured by Harvey Dante, and the other carrying ordinary, innocent and lovely citizens.

"Captain, there are hundreds of oil barrels in the cabin that may explode at any time, and this." The crew went downstairs to look for the generator and found a detonator.

The power to the two beds was cut, and they could not leave this coast for an hour, nor could they communicate with the other ship.

The people in the cabin looked at each other, and the air was eerily quiet.

"Of course, if no one presses the detonator after an hour, I'll press both at the same time - within a second."

Batman sighs, but he trusts the citizens of Gotham.As long as he finds the clown and stops him, the whole city can be saved: "Where is it? Lucius."

Lucius didn't hear the voice in the cabin, he only heard the conversation between the clown and Ryan from the monitor: "West side."

He was a little complicated, and always felt that he heard something strange.

Batman started the Batman motorcycle and drove west quickly.

Lucius added hesitantly: "Gotham Cathedral."

The recording of the clown in the cabin is still playing: "Bat~ I know you can hear~"

"You can only come alone, and I planted a tiny micro-bomb in his neck. Haha, cutie bomb. You know, it's as powerful as it is small. "

Batman involuntarily stopped the motorcycle and stopped.

The wind noise brought by the speed made him unable to hear the sound in the earphones clearly, and his hands were shaking anxiously.

"But..." He changed to a serious-sounding voice, but was suddenly amused by himself: "You know, a small bomb in the neck~"

No matter how powerful it is, just the location where it is installed is terrifying.

"You must come alone." It's best to dress more solemnly, and he even secretly hid the camera.

The clown secretly added in his heart.

"Joker? I just heard you say bomb?" Ryan frowned and asked the clown who was sneaking behind the podium.

The clown hastily disconnected the communication, smashed the device with his foot, and even threw the phone out of the window. He looked at Ryan calmly: "Yes, I loaded a bomb on the boat. What's wrong?"

Ryan raised his eyebrows: "I heard you say micro bombs."

"Yes, that's right." The clown smiled kindly and whispered, "Why are you so damn sensitive to this word..."

"I put micro-bombs in the bottom of oil drums on the ship," he explained.

Ryan frowned, thought about it carefully, and found that the clown really didn't need to lie to himself: "Are you sure you injected me with a muscle relaxant? I feel a little sick to my stomach."

"I told you to drink some milk." The clown muttered, "Batman's movements are too slow!"

He took out the remaining potion on his body, carefully checked the instructions, and there were no side effects marked.

"Would you like some candy or chocolate, baby?" This will make your stomach feel better.

The clown took out the candy out of nowhere, and his purple suit was like a four-dimensional pocket.

Before Ryan could answer, the stained glass in front of him suddenly shattered, and a motorcycle rushed in directly, "Stay away from him!"

"Wow~" The clown danced excitedly. He pulled out his baton and licked his dry lower lip: "Welcome! Batman is here!"

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