After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Pamela didn't think there was anything wrong with her hasty exit: Please, there may not be anyone in Gotham who understands Hilda's horror better than her. She has personally experienced the destruction of the other party, even the Arkham riot this morning. At the time, she hesitated for a while because of Hilda's existence—as long as she thought of the monster Hilda in the outside world, she felt that there was nothing wrong with staying in Arkham in peace.

Although Pamela finally escaped from Arkham without resisting her inner voice, but for the little lunatic to face Hilda?No no no no, forget it.

Hilda wouldn't have killed Harley anyway, but if she tried to save him, neither of them would have escaped a beating.

She ran away very fast. Dick had a dignified look at first, thinking that he was destined to be unable to escape a fierce battle, but now he couldn't help being stunned, feeling that all his vigilance and prudence had been fed to the dog.

Hilda let go of her hand, Harley Quinn started immediately, but was bound by those ubiquitous chains in the next second.

Harry: "Sweetheart, so you like this kind of play? Bundle play?"

Hilda didn't answer her, but looked at Dick: "You're not filming?"

For a moment, Dick became the center of attention, and he blinked innocently: "Uh... I, it seems... the camera seems to be broken."

Hilda: "It doesn't matter, anyway, I don't know how to get round if I continue to shoot."

Dick & Penguin: ...so you were trying to smooth things over just now? ? ? ! !

Hilda's face was full of "self-defeating": "Today is really unlucky. The first filming actually encountered so many troubles. If I knew it, I should only record vlogs and not do live broadcasts."

Dick said quickly, "It's all my fault."

"It's not your fault," she shook her head, looking at Harley Quinn staring at her indifferently, "Arkham Patient, right? Well, everyone has trouble with me, and you've all been blocked by me. "

Harry laughed: "You're so cute, Honey!"

"Since you will choose to escape from prison, you must be very reluctant to stay in Arkham," Hilda twitched her lips, "I will find all of you and send them back one by one, and none of you will escape. .”

Harry was aroused by this statement with a hint of irritation: "...what big talk are you talking about."

"Am I talking big, you'll soon find out," she replied, taking Harry's chin with one hand and lifting her face up, forcing her to meet her eyes, "Now tell Who am I who orchestrated this escape—or, in other words, who, is trying to get me right?”

Harley stared at Hilda, those eyes were particularly black and white, as if any long-term emotions could not stay here, she didn't realize the strength and weakness of the two at the moment, but simply thought this scene was very ridiculous : "Do you want to hypnotize me, cutie?"

——It would be interesting if that were the case.Harry thought, you know, before she became a super villain, she was best at these little tricks, no one could hypnotize a psychiatrist like her...

She opened her mouth uncontrollably, and said that sentence easily: "Of course it's my little pudding, my dear Mr. J."

--what happened? !She roared in her heart, but at this moment Harry was like a puppet, and could only be manipulated by others.

"Mr. J?" Hilda repeated, bewildered, she turned her head and asked, "Who?"

"The clown." Coppert replied one step ahead, "The biggest lunatic in Gotham City, a virus. It turned out to be him! I knew it, of course only he can do this kind of thing!"

Hilda looked at Harry again: "Where is he?"

"...He's..." Harley hated the current situation, she had never encountered such a thing, although the clown did not ask her to keep his whereabouts secret, but whether to expose the whereabouts of Little Pudding, shouldn't it be Freedom in her hands?She gritted her teeth, trying to rely on her willpower to resist the force that pushed her to say everything.

"He..." She couldn't help herself to open her mouth, and then a venomous flash flashed in her eyes, she took the initiative to slam back hard, and the back of her head hit the cement board, her brain was dizzy, and she passed out completely.

Hilda: "..."

She told the artificial intelligence: [The clown...]

[The clown is live broadcasting throughout Gotham City.] Xiaolan replied immediately, it seemed that she had already started work before she opened her mouth. He put the live broadcast page in Hilda's mind, [Two 10 minutes ago, he He led the clown gang into the scene of a charity auction on the outskirts of Gotham, moved everyone present, and started a live broadcast to shout to Batman from the air. 】

Hilda's expression was unclear: [Live broadcast... very good, it really is deliberately against me in the ring. 】

Xiaolan: […]

[So what is this woman planning? ] Hilda glanced at the unconscious Harley Quinn, 【Does she think the information she keeps secret is valuable? 】

She turned around and walked in the direction of Penguin and the others, while casually asking: 【Is there any other information worth noting? 】

【Yes...】 Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, and replied, 【Miss Martina Walker, Mr. Wayne and his adopted son are all at this charity auction... Moreover, the clown seems to be aiming at Mr. Wayne to go.He got the news that Mr. Wayne is funding Batman from nowhere...]

Hilda stopped in place: 【What? ! 】

Penguin was frowning and searching for something with his mobile phone, but suddenly raised his head: "I know the whereabouts of the clown—"

Dick looked at him, Cobbot raised his mobile phone, zoomed in on the photo that was widely circulated in the media, and said to Hilda, "He seems to be targeting your boyfriend."

Dick:? !

He was a little confused for a while, and the images of Batman and Bruce Wayne in his mind were replaced and exchanged. He swallowed and asked tentatively: "...Mr. Wayne, Mr. Wayne?"

"Obviously," the penguin said reservedly, with a flash of light in his eyes, "my dear friend, if you need my help..."

"If I need your help?" Hilda interrupted him, repeating with a half-smile.

The penguin immediately changed his words: "I hope you can accept my little help. After all, you saved me again. If I can't do something for you, I will feel bad conscience!"

Dick twitched his lips.

In this moment, he has pulled out his phone and quickly understood the current situation - the clown broke into the charity auction and held all the participants hostage, and his main target was the famous Gotham baby Bruce Wayne, he got the tip out of nowhere that it was Wayne who provided financial assistance to Batman, so he wanted to see how Batman would choose between his employers and other ordinary people in the city .

This is another multiple-choice question for measuring the value of human life.

It's not the first time that the Joker has posed this kind of problem to Batman. Is there a price for human life?If so, how to measure it?Is the life of an important person more expensive than the life of an ordinary person?Are those close to the hero more expensive than the lives of strangers?

Different people will give different answers and make different choices, but Batman... no matter how he chooses, what is left to him is only the pain that gradually accumulates again and again.

He is not a god, what is hidden under that terrible black mask is just a human being in pain.

...but this time is different.Perhaps the clown thought that what he gave was a multiple-choice question of value, but by mistake, it was the chooser himself who stood at one end of the balance at this moment.

Dick knew that, given the choice, Bruce Wayne would not hesitate to sacrifice himself.However, the current situation is that there is no way for Batman to appear, unless there is chaos on the scene or a new situation draws the clown's sight away.

Dick clicked on the picture, the clown with a ferocious smile, the tense Bruce Wayne, and...

He zoomed in on the corner, and there, a rebellious blue-eyed boy was staring at the clown—

Dick looked up, looked at Hilda, and said softly, "...Miss Hilda, shall we continue filming today?"

"No," Hilda flatly denied. She took out a hair tie from her pocket and said while tying up her black hair. "I'm going to save my boyfriend."

There was a surge of heat in Dick's heart. He glanced at Hilda moved, and felt that no matter what Hilda's status was, at least her feelings for Bruce were true—then he coughed and restrained his emotions: "I... …I'm scared, I think, I want to go home and see my girlfriend."

The Penguin glanced at Dick casually, thinking that his lying skills were really bad, so he was afraid if he was afraid, what girlfriend?How could he have a girlfriend with such a submissive boyish face?

"Okay, let's go." Hilda waved her hand casually.

"Wait!" The Penguin suddenly thought of something and stopped Dick. He looked at Dick with an unclear expression, as if he suddenly discovered something.

The atmosphere changed suddenly.

Hilda didn't speak, she moved her fingertips and looked at Penguin.

Dick paused, his heart sank, and he had already started to think about the way to get out, while slowly looking at Penguin, showing a pale and nervous smile: "First, sir?"

The Penguin raised his chin arrogantly: "You can't go."

Dick gasped for breath: "Why, why?"

"There's no reason," the Penguin showed a sinister smile that fit his identity perfectly, and said logically, "You're leaving, do you want me to be the driver?"