Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

David took over Bruce's entire bed.

It's not that he doesn't want to go out with Bruce on night patrol, but Bruce has repeatedly emphasized that he will never take him out.

Besides, he was still a little tired.

But maybe it's a psychological reason, or it's really because N metal is far away from the range that can hurt him.

He felt as if he was not so uncomfortable anymore, and he slept much more peacefully.

He went to bed early and woke up in the middle of the night.

But there was still no smell of another person beside him.

David sat up with some doubts, and touched the watch by the bed.

A little more than two o'clock.

At this point in time, it's neither too early nor too late.

It's a pretty normal thing that Batman hasn't come home yet.

David was caught in a moment of entanglement, not knowing whether he should go downstairs and wait for Bruce to come back or lie on the bed and continue to sleep.

Bruce would be happy to welcome him home, wouldn't he?

David thought for a moment, then stood up and put on his dark blue silk pajamas.

Stepping on her slippers, she opened the bedroom door.

But as soon as he went out, he bumped into Alfred who was in a hurry: "The master's communication can't be reached!"

David's pupils shrank.

...

Arkham Asylum

It was not difficult for David to enter here without sound.

David squatted on the ground to examine the footprints.

This is where Bruce was tracked by satellite positioning before he lost contact.

David, of course, started looking for clues in the dean's office and the guardhouse.

he thought.

Recently, it seems that there are a lot of dangers lurking around Batman, but Death Shot and Death Knell seem to be directed at themselves, not against Batman.

But the reason why he will be targeted is also guessed because he is too close to Batman. After all, he has been a peaceful man in the past few years and can ensure that he has not provoked anyone.

Soon, he noticed something strange.

The control switches of several rooms on the central control room seem to have a little trace of man-made vandalism that is not easy to detect.

Similarly, all the surveillance cameras in the basement turned into pitch blackness.

His gut told him Bruce was in the basement.

But the possibility of problems with these two rooms is not ruled out.

After thinking about it for a while, he still chose to go straight to the basement.

On the contrary, the basement is not as dark as the corridor upstairs, and all the lights are bright.

After not taking a few steps, David felt a tingling pain in his temple, and his body suddenly became a little heavy.

A smile appeared in his heart, knowing that it should be here.

Bruce should be wearing N metal on his body.

Sure enough, Harley Quinn was standing in the corner, looking like she was waiting for something.

Harley seemed very happy to see him, she grabbed his arm, pulled him and walked towards a room: "Let's go~Mr. Joker has been waiting for you for a long time~"

"Where's Batman?"

He didn't care, and let Harley Quinn pull him forward.

"Of course he's there too. How can the game be without a big bat?" With heavy makeup on her face, Harley turned her head and whispered to David: "Although I don't like his people, but I still like his bat hip."

David smiled: "I like... well, his buttocks too."

"Aha, I like you very much."

Harry shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that I already have Mr. Joker, or if you are a girl, it will be fine."

"Can you shut up, Harley? You're going to ruin my game!"

There was a sound of the clown becoming a little distraught in the room, he poked his green head out and glared at the two of them viciously: "Oh, thank God that bad guy at Deathstroke finally brought you here, otherwise I would have kidnapped a weakling with him. Ordinary people don't have the ability."

"What do you want to do?"

David raised his eyes, looked at the unconscious Batman who was strapped to a hospital bed, and asked.

"me?"

The clown giggled twice: "I hate seeing other people fall in love the most. Seeing them chirping me makes me feel sick and I want to separate them quickly. The couple deserves to be burned to death!"

Harry stood in front of him and took his arm, whining softly.

"so what?"

David raised an eyebrow.

He is so annoying to clowns, his weird laughter combined with his own hearing bonus is simply a magic sound that hits his ears, and it can shock his eardrums in minutes.

"I saw him kiss you!"

The clown suddenly widened his eyes, and angrily condemned: "Why does he still think that someone will love him? I want him to see clearly! See your true face clearly!"

Although he was growling angrily, he dragged Harry out of the room together.

The old way.

David turned around, not surprised to find that there was actually a layer of tempered glass between him and Batman.

He wanted to smash this layer of glass directly, but his body seemed to be a little weak and not in a good state.

The metal door was closed heavily, and it was visible to the naked eye that some kind of gas was ejected from the corner on the other side of the glass.

David couldn't help frowning, but it seemed that the only thing the gas could do was wake Bruce up from a coma.

Batman soon coughed violently, opened his eyes, and then did the same as the first reaction of many ordinary people: struggling to break free, and looking around to observe the surrounding situation.

"David?"

He first saw his little white rabbit wearing a dark blue silk pajamas, looking at him anxiously with red eyes.

"Good morning~bat~"

The clown's voice came through a loudspeaker: "Miss me?"

His raspy laugh was distorted through the speakers, making it sound increasingly tortured.

"Look what I brought you. Bat, do you think this guy in front of you loves you? No, no, no, they're all demons in human skin, they only love themselves, Batman, who really loves you just me."

[It's complicated inside, right? ]

"Fortunately."

David sighed softly: "I'm used to it."

"What are you going to do? Let him go, he's not your game." Batman snarled angrily, tearing at the straps that bound his limbs, the straps that restrained his movements.

[Why don't you break the glass, do you still want to install it? ]

David shook his head, and punched hard on the tempered glass in front of him, but there was no broken mark on the hard glass, but his hand left a bloodstain on it.

"I did it myself."

He was a little helpless, and seemed really annoyed that he had been wearing N metal for so long.

He didn't even look at his trembling hands dripping blood drop by drop: "But... there is no way. Let's see what he wants to do first."

"useless."

The clown's laughter sounded extremely wild: "Even Batman can't break that piece of glass, maybe bullets can leave some cracks, but obviously, you don't have bullets."

"David! Stay there and don't move, I'll figure out a way."

shouted Bruce.

"Let me figure out a solution for you, how about it? This...Mr. Dumacher, hey, this surname sounds really familiar. You don't happen to have any connection with the puppeteer, do you? But..."

His lip licking was particularly disgusting and loud: "Let's start our game first, I can't wait."

"There is a tube of reagent in the cabinet behind you that has the same composition as the poison gas in my heart, inject it into your body, and I will press the stop button, how about it?"

This...David frowned, it sounds like this thing has been infected with the poisonous gas of maniacal laughter.

Before either of them could wonder what the stop button was, there was a rumbling sound above Bruce's head.

"I tell you this, Mr. Dumacher Jr. Injecting this venom means you die, not injecting it means Batman dies. Come on, the choice is yours."

His laughter grew more eerie, and he seemed very satisfied with his game.

What descended from the top of Batman's head was filled with huge iron blocks that looked like sharp needles.

David frowned suddenly - he didn't have the confidence to stop the movement of that huge piece of iron with his bare hands.

"Wait, David, don't listen to him! Listen to me, okay? Leave it to me and let me sort this out."

Bruce struggled, he could feel the possibility of the straps holding him down breaking, if the spikes could be used...

"Think about your family, your career, your friends, Mr. Dumacher Jr. If you inject those drugs, they will all go away from you, and everyone around you will only think you are a madman, a monster, and Or you'll just die."

"Batman is not a perfect lover, is he? Even if he dies, you can find another person to heal your flawed heart...! What?!"

David didn't pay attention to the voices of the two of them, but went straight to find the tube of light green strange reagent in the clown's mouth from the cabinet.

That's right.

The reagent that turns Batman into a maniac.

[David? ]

A little hesitation flashed across David's face, but he still pulled off the cap of the needle tube and inserted the reagent tube mercilessly.into his arm.

When the needle touched his blood vessel, it automatically pressed all the liquid into the blood vessel. The cold liquid was as cold as if it had just been taken out of the freezer, so cold that it was impossible to ignore his existence.

"Tsk."

The clown clicked his lips in dissatisfaction: "It's really boring. I hate this kind of drama the most."

"Stop it. Are you satisfied? Get that damn switch off!"

Even the last drop of liquid in the needle tube has been injected into the body, David's scarlet eyes are watching the monitor in the corner.

The speed at which the iron block fell was too fast!

"Aha?"

The clown sighed regretfully, and laughed again: "Who said I have to keep my promise? I'm a clown! Hahahaha, this is really the funniest joke I've ever heard."

David turned his head quickly, looking for the so-called "stop button" hidden elsewhere in the room.

He didn't dare to meet Bruce's gaze, for fear that the disappointment in those blue eyes would burn him.

David took a deep breath, he could clearly feel that the tube of reagent was working little by little.

"And this kind of picture doesn't satisfy me at all. Wait until you die, little bat. Guess if your little white rabbit will become exactly like me after you die?"

"He might kill people everywhere and destroy Gotham completely~"