A retired magician raises a bucket daily

Arkham is still under reconstruction due to the big explosion a few days ago, so the most dangerous places now are the Gotham Police Station and Blackgate Prison where criminals are held.

The lunatics are still in the police station, haven't found a new place to stay, have just been cleaned up, and their injuries haven't healed yet, so they are extraordinarily law-abiding.

The number of people who like to make troubles has decreased by more than half, so the workload of GCPD has been greatly reduced in the past two days, and the number of people who stay up late at night and work overtime has also decreased by more than half.So much so that the sudden clown's 'dream battle royale' woke up all the drowsy staff.They were still in the process of restarting their brains in a daze, and a large number of residents who felt terrified and disturbed had gathered outside the police station.

James Gordon originally slept well at home. Older people are more lethargic and rarely wake up at night, but at around two o'clock in the morning, he suddenly shivered in bed and always felt dizzy when he woke up. Suddenly, he stared blankly for a long time, and finally got out of bed to close the window.

Five minutes later, Gordon appeared fully dressed in the basement of his home.

"Xiaoba!" Gordon called his daughter outside the door, and said doubtfully, "I seem to have something wrong...or am I dreaming?"

"Because... the clown did something again," said Barbara, who was still trying to save the city's network equipment. It was recorded with a mobile phone, "Gotham is in a very dangerous state now."

Gordon watched the video in silence. After a while, he gently rubbed his daughter's hair, "...I have to go to the police station."

Barbara raised her head and looked at her father. She had just had surgery on her leg not long ago, and was finally able to get rid of the wheelchair and stand up again. However, she was still recovering and could not walk for a long time. She warned: "Be careful on the road."

Too many people gathered at the entrance of the police station, so Gordon had to sneak in through the back door. The lights inside were brightly lit as always, but few stayed in the hall, so quiet that even the panic and fear of the crowd outside seemed to disappear through the crack of the door. Little by little it seeped in.

"Lucasio, thank God, you are still here." Gordon walked around and saw the only old guard who was still patrolling.The guard had a serious expression and saluted Gordon after seeing him.

Lucas is very old. He has spent three quarters of his life in the police force. His wife and children died in a bombing planned by the Joker a few years ago.He also hated the clown, and later he hated the self who did nothing and watched Gotham slowly corrupt and degenerate into such a situation, so he harbored that trembling guilt, and every day he didn't want Gotham to will get better and better.I don't want to let others suffer like this again, and I don't want to see any lunatics set off a fire of nothingness for 'freedom' again.

Even if he has only meager strength.

Gordon patted Lucas on the shoulder, but he didn't know what to say, and everything was stuck in his throat.The incident has been brewing for three hours, and he has seen too much on the way here.

When the fear of death follows you around like a shadow, oppressing your nerves, there is nothing a person can't do.

The reason why human beings are different from other primates is that they are smart enough, cunning enough and crazy enough.

Look at the unscrupulously polluted environment, endangered animals one after another, melting glaciers, dead refugees... which one is not proof?

Gordon let out a long breath and asked, "Where are some other people? Is there something uncontrollable happening here?" He was ready to hear the news that they all skipped work and ran away.

Every wrinkle on Lucas's face was stained by the erosion of the years, and the eyelids pressed the eyes down, but when the eyes fell behind, they seemed to be shining brightly. He said: "Those children go to Cracked down on those lunatics, you know, and when they realized what was going on, they yelled louder than any rabid dog."

"They're going... oh... I, I'll go and see, can you be alone here?" Gordon was stunned for a moment, but soon he realized that the two sides of his cheeks His muscles tugged a bit, as if he wanted to laugh a little, and that smile came from the bottom of his heart, from the comfort in his heart.

Even if everyone is living in the gutter, there are still people looking up at the stars.

"Of course I can." Lucas held the stun baton in his hand. He had a gun and more powerful weapons, but he chose this in the end.

The crowd outside knocked on the iron railings and reached out to the Gotham Police Station, which was close at hand, as if they wanted to hold the brightest morning star in the winter night.

And Gordon and the others don't know what they can do now, but they will still do their best not to make the situation worse.

Some people want to touch the stars, and some want to clear the clouds for them.

"TT<, trash." Damian stepped on a person in Robin's uniform, kicked the opponent's arm with his toe, and kicked the gun he was holding in his hand, "I can't even fight You don’t dare to come out to rob, are you a fool?”

The bastard with a cropped head pressed his cheek to the ground and took a mouthful of dust. Although Robin was young, his strength was not light at all. He swore that the place where he was kicked must have swelled up with large bruises.

Perhaps it was because the current situation was too weird, which gave them the illusion that the end was coming, so the gangster asked Robin stubbornly, "You are fucking fools if you still come out to meddle in this kind of moment?!"

Damian stepped on his head again, mocking coldly: "'This kind of juncture' is not a reason for you to commit a crime, idiot."

Gunshots sounded ahead, Robin narrowed his eyes and looked towards an alleyway not far away, where Dick was wrestling with another group of people, Damian made a 'tsk' sound, thinking that he would go to Blackgate Prison later, Grayson also It was too slow, so I picked up the gun on the ground and went to that place.

Seeing that he was gone, the gangster immediately stood up, hissed and endured the pain in his body, and limped away in the other direction, "Crazy, all crazy, I still want to live... ..."

Reed and Jason were rushing towards the GCPD. Thanks to the convenience of Batman's strongholds in various places, they avoided the most crowded place and sneaked into the prison from the Batcave under the police station.

"It should be in here." Reed's hand was pressed against the rough stone brick wall, and the magic power extended inward along there.They discover that the Joker doesn't have the confines of the factory he's hiding out in, but they all agree that the Joker must be in the game.

Someone like him must have witnessed the eventual fall of humanity into chaos - Bruce Wayne from Joker Professional Profiler Level [-].

"Wow, they are so quiet today." Mr. Red Hood whistled. The prison is not as chaotic as they expected on the way here. After all, the streets are already like that. How can there be peace and tranquility in here? a piece of?

——It really is true.

A spent hypnotic gas rolled down at his feet, presumably from a policeman's backpack weapon.

"It seems that everyone is at the same economic level as the mother bird." Jason, who only had a brick in his backpack, said.

There should have been a scuffle here more than ten minutes ago, there is still some smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, and bullet holes are left on the wall.

But they are all asleep now, forced into a state of sleep.

The two of them counted them one by one, and were surprised to find that no one was arrested. Reid said, "The efficiency of the police station is quite high."

"After going through so many times, I should have experience." Jason was referring to the criminals who often escaped from the Gotham Police Department.

They stood in front of the Riddler's cell and saw the Riddler with his hands folded on his chest, his complexion pale, like a lifeless wax figure, sleeping there peacefully.

On his wall there is also a riddle he wrote at some point:

Gotham is on the same latitude as Doom.

Do you see the madness factor buried in the ground?

Worm like maggots on frozen corpses.

The lunatic who was fanned.

What am I?

"Like poetry," Jason commented.In the past, he always didn't like what the Riddler said, but this time, it was a rare time for Jason to think that his writing was good, "But everyone can guess it easily."

Reed nodded in agreement, "It seems that we have found the right place, he has seen the clown before."

There is no doubt that the answer to the riddle of the Riddler is 'clown', and this riddle is more like an instruction, telling these people that he has seen a clown.

"Looks like the clown pissed off a lot of people," Jason said.This group of villains often cooperate, and even if they don't cooperate, they are not very good at exposing each other's old secrets. The Riddler's ability to write such a straightforward hint means that he does not support the clown this time, very much!not support!

"...Zi...T...Test...Test," the communicator on his body made a sound of electricity before coming out, "Hello, can you hear me?" ? This is Iron Man."

Tony's voice came from inside.

"Yes." Reed picked up the communicator and talked to them.

"OK," Tony said, tilting his head to Tim, "the test was successful."

Another communication line was opened after a few seconds. Dick and Damian seemed to be in a bit of confusion, and the background sound was a little noisy.

"We—had some problems, but quickly!" Dick said in evasion. He used the same voice changer as Batman, but the obvious metallic sound couldn't stop his jumping voice, which was inexplicable With the illusion of a lively version of Batman, "Speak first, OVER."

"I have good news for you, we have restored a little network communication," Tim said, "I contacted the oracle, and she said that the chief is already at the police station, Dahong, have you seen it?"

Reed and Jason looked at each other, "No, there is not a single person in the prison of the police station, nor is there a lot of people. We didn't see anyone in it... There is only a plausible story about the clown. hint."

"What hint?" Tim, who claimed to be the world's second detective, was in high spirits, and his listless hair was a little frizzy.

Reed recounts to Tim the riddle the Riddler left on the wall, "Do you know what else is down there?"

The location of the prison and the location of the bat cave are at about the same depth. Jason has been in this bat cave for a while, but he said that the bat cave is at the bottom, and there is no deeper place.

"No more..." Tim said hesitantly. He has a very high level of authority in the Batcave and basically knows everything about the Batcave. The place deeper than the Batcave... seems to be none.

"Yes." Bruce said behind Tim, not far away his heroic spirit watched all this with a smile.

"How?" Tim said in shock. "I've checked everywhere...Even Connor didn't see anything deeper."

"Go down from the stone brick in the last room of the prison. There is a brick that is different from other colors. From there, you can reach a room I... built. That is the deepest place in Gotham."

Jason and Reed walked to the last cell as he said. There was no one there, the door of the iron cell was not locked, and there were some weird words and patterns graffitied on the walls.Jason's tone suddenly became a little strange, "...Why are you building this here?"

"..." Bruce said nothing.

Jason obviously recognized the owner of this cell.Whether it's Blackgate Prison or the prison of the police station, there are exclusive cells reserved for those regular customers, and the owner of the cell in front of him is obviously... the clown.

"answer me."

"...just an interrogation," Bruce replied curtly.

"You haven't interrogated enough places?" Jason sneered.

Bruce fell into silence again, and Tim saw his back straight, but felt that Batman was extremely vulnerable at the moment.

He had a period of time - right after he lost Jason, and before Tim showed up, he thought about killing the Joker.This room is for clowns.

The lead wraps the room so perfectly that even Superman won't know the Joker died in it.

He was able to let the clown die quietly without leaving any traces, because the clown has too many criminal records, and it is commonplace for the clown to disappear from the crowd's sight for a long time.As long as he kills the clown here, he can save a lot of trouble.

But in the end he didn't do it either.

Because Tim showed up.He saved him, a middle-aged man trapped in hatred.

"So you thought about it?" There was a moment of stalemate in the communicator, and no one dared to make a sound, and finally Jason said quietly.

"... countless times." Bruce responded to Jason, his mouth opening and closing, and then just squeezing his hands together, "all the time."

"I see."

Jason lowered his head and spoke slowly.He blinked hard a few times, not understanding why his heart was beating for joy.

So cheap, Jason Todd, your impressions are so cheap.Jason thought to himself: He didn't even put it into practice.

"Let's go down and take a look." He pulled Reed back and adjusted himself, "See if the clown is really down there."

Jason sniffed lightly, and only Reid heard it, "You are always ready to support."

"receive."

Jason cut off the communicator and planned to start researching how to open the tunnel.

Reed grabbed his arm and pulled him a little towards him.

"What's wrong--"

The vampire approached him, and quickly and gently touched his metal mask. The metal was too cold after being blown by the evening wind, and Reed subconsciously licked his lips. He missed Jason's soft and warm lips for a few seconds. a feeling of.

"I want to comfort you, but I don't know what to say." Looking at his slightly widened eyes, Reed sighed, "If I love you less, I can talk more."