There's always someone who thinks about my vests and they're fighting

Gotham, Arkham Asylum.

The white mist spread, and the sirens kept ringing.

Splattered blood, broken glass, messy footsteps, mixed with howls and screams of fear.In the white mist, there was chaos, like a supernatural event descending into reality.

Two tall men in white coats and gas masks stepped out of the white mist.

"To be honest, little crow, after seeing a lot of your little tricks, you're starting to get bored." The man walking on the left with a slightly funny gait said with a smile, "Next time you'd better change to a more interesting way, otherwise , I'm afraid I can't help but give you a hand, like, add a few clown scare boxes and a big firework? Bang! Hahahahahaha—"

"Shut up, Joker, we're only working together temporarily, it's not your turn to point me out." The man on the right said coldly, "Also, don't call me Crow, I'm Scarecrow."

"Are you angry? Don't be so serious, little crow." The clown took off the gas mask casually and threw it aside. The scarlet lips on his smeared pale face showed a funny and terrifying smile, "Scared What kind of scarecrow is a crow that is less than a human being? Why not paint it with colorful colors, dress up as a circus parrot, and play games with clowns—”

"...Shut up!" The Scarecrow clenched his fist restrainedly, and didn't hit the clown in the face, because he knew that the poison gas of fear didn't work on the clown, and he was no match for the clown in a single fight, "One day, always One day I will make you crazy, and Batman, and I will make you feel your deepest fear!"

"No, no, no, you're wrong..." The Joker corrected his messy green hair with a smile, "It should be——me, and that lunatic Batman!"

scarecrow:"……"

The Scarecrow was speechless.

Crazy people don't often think they are, and clowns are the worst of them.

At this time, the clown suddenly withdrew his smile, approached the scarecrow, and warned with a blank face through a gas mask: "Don't think about the little bat, he's mine!"

After finishing speaking, the clown returned to his hippie smiling face: "But you are very discerning, you are right, the clown and Batman are made for each other! Hahahahahaha——"

scarecrow:"……?"

The Scarecrow didn't know which sentence the clown drew such an unbelievable conclusion from, but this did not prevent him from feeling that the clown's condition had worsened again.

The Scarecrow sneered and said nothing.

He knows the Joker's obsession with Batman, but so what?Among the lunatics captured by Batman in Arkham, which one has no idea about Batman?

Even the Scarecrow himself is no exception.

In the process of developing fear gas and using it to commit crimes, the scarecrow's fear has gradually weakened to almost nothing.The only thing that scarecrow can feel fear is Batman.

Batman can overcome fear by will.

And the Joker, despite being immune to fear gas, is a complete mess, a lunatic that the Scarecrow can't understand.

The Scarecrow is not afraid of the clown. He even used fear gas to attack the clown in a sneak attack. He wanted to take the opportunity to bully the clown, but instead of succeeding, he was beaten up by the clown and laughed at.

This time, the Scarecrow would never cooperate with the Joker if it wasn't for the purpose of using the Joker's crazy admirers to get the medicine needed to make the fear gas and escape from Arkham.

Anyway, he has already left Arkham, and the Scarecrow is not interested in continuing to flirt with the clown. He quickened his pace and prepared to part ways with the clown: "Since we have already come out, the cooperation ends here, we..."

"No, no, no, our cooperation is not over yet—" The clown stretched out his right hand, raised his index finger, shook it from side to side, and grinned. "Don't you want to know what distracted the little bat's attention recently?"

"...you know?" The Scarecrow stopped.

The clown spread his arms and laughed, "Of course! The clown knows everything about bats—"

"A few days ago, white birds flew across the night sky of Gotham, and a woman attracted the attention of the little bat..." The clown grinned, as if smiling, but his eyes were extremely terrifying. His language expression was very confusing, just As chaotic as he is, he says what comes to mind, doesn't match up, sounds like a mess of unrelated things thrown together, like a psychopath who thinks and thinks, " ...Little Penguin is also looking for her recently, together with the Riddler, looking for that woman, a woman who likes gems - not Catwoman, by the way, for the little bat, I will kill her sooner or later... Just kidding... Hahahahahaha isn't it funny? Why don't you laugh? Sorry, I forgot that you still wear this funny mask, I can't see it even if you smile... I suddenly thought of a joke, the crow put on the mask and turned into What? The answer is Scarecrow! Hahahahahaha... Don't worry, don't be angry, little crow, I haven't finished yet... Where did I just say? Gems! Yes, special gems, gems that manipulate time! My friend Dormammu told me that the gem was in the hands of a mage, and he sometimes wanted to borrow it for fun..."

The scarecrow took a deep breath silently, so as to calm himself down and analyze the useful information revealed by the clown, but he provocatively said, "...does the clown have friends? A lunatic like you?"

"What joke are you talking about? Of course the clown has friends. In fact, the clown has many friends. Aren't you also a friend of the clown?" The clown stepped forward, hooked the scarecrow's neck, and said with a smile, "Let's go, My friend, let's find our other friend, the little penguin, to see if our little penguin has fallen in love again..."

The Scarecrow sneered and pushed the clown's arm away. He saw the clown's intentions, but he didn't agree: "You want to cooperate with the penguin? Forget it, I don't think he will agree to you. In Gotham, who doesn't know the penguin Do people only trust the Riddler?"

"Trust? Little crow, don't say such boring things, trust is the most fragile and worthless thing." The clown spread his hands and laughed, his expression seemed a little crazy, "Sometimes you just need to push the situation, Trust will turn into betrayal, how interesting... But compared to this, I have more interesting things to do now... No, no, it's not me, it's us! Let's call the little penguin, and the Riddler, Go and open the door for my good friend Dormammu, he can't wait to say hello to this world, hahahahahaha—"

"...That's your business, I don't want to get involved." The Scarecrow felt that the Dormammu that the clown was talking about was a dangerous character, so he calmly refused, and tried to sneak up on the clown, taking the opportunity to leave.

"You make me so sad, my friend..." The clown quickly resisted the scarecrow's sneak attack, pretended to cry a few times while fighting the scarecrow, and then laughed and said, "But the refusal is useless! Because the clown likes A lively scene! Hahahahaha—”

"...Bastard! One day I will kill you!" The Scarecrow resisted the clown's attack with difficulty and cursed in a low voice.

"Then I'm afraid I'll live for a long, long time, hahahahahaha——Little Crow, you are too weak, only your fear gas is worth seeing..." The clown easily twisted the scarecrow's arm with his backhand, humming with a smile With a strange song, dragging the scarecrow forward.

The Scarecrow was dragged forward by the clown. The two had just run away from Arkham. The Scarecrow was not ready yet, and there was not much left of the fear gas. He was worried that he would attract Batman, so he had scruples. He didn't dare to make too much noise, so he could only curse and follow the clown's footsteps.

That night, Bingshan restaurant welcomed two unexpected guests.

Penguin leaned on his black umbrella, with a gloomy expression, and preemptively said: "Joker, I have already said that you are not welcome in my territory!"

"Don't say that, little penguin, we are good friends who lived in Arkham together—oh, of course not the kind of friends you and the Riddler have." The clown teased with a smile, "Seriously, what trust, what love, Don't you feel bored?"

The scarecrow, who was ignored, watched the show silently behind the clown. He estimated that the remaining fear gas on his body might not be enough to bring down the penguin, and even if he could bring down the penguin, the clown would not let him go, so he simply gave up. Struggling, ready to lie dormant first, wait for the opportunity, and see if there is a chance to play tricks on the clown and take revenge.

"Boring?" Penguin sneered, "Only things that are destroyed are interesting to you. Have you forgotten that you once burned my truckload of goods just for fun?"

"Don't be so serious, little penguin, I remember." The clown laughed and said, "At that time, I planned to set off fireworks in your restaurant to celebrate, but I was in a hurry to find the little bat to play with, so I had to back away Set fire to the second best. Don't you like it? Next time I can change it to a more interesting way, hahahahahaha—”

Penguin clenched the handle of the umbrella and said expressionlessly: "...Sorry, I forgot that you are a fucking lunatic. I shouldn't try to reason with a lunatic."

"Hahahahahaha——" The clown laughed out of breath, "You are so cute, little penguin."

Penguin raised his umbrella to the clown with a cold face.

Penguin has been known to carry a wide variety of deadly weapons and gear in his umbrella.

Obviously, the Penguin has lost patience with the clown and is not interested in continuing the chat.

"Don't worry, little penguin." The clown smiled nonchalantly and raised his hands to show he was harmless. "I'm here to ask you to cooperate. You should already know the news about that woman and the time stone."

The Penguin paused, watching the clown's eyes gradually sharpen: "Do you want the Time Stone?"

"No, I'm not interested in the Time Stone." The clown shrugged indifferently, "Everyone knows that I'm only interested in the little bat. But you, Little Penguin, you want the Time Stone, right? The Time Stone, Manipulating time, you want to go back in time, don't you? Relive old dreams? Or save your mother? Penguin mother, hahahahahaha—”

"You are not allowed to mention my mother!" Enraged by the clown's frivolous and teasing tone, the penguin flicked his black umbrella and shot a burst of flames at the clown, "She is a saint! A lunatic like you won't understand."

The clown staggered away from the Penguin's flame attack, and slapped the flaming spot on the white coat he snatched from Arkham hilariously: "Don't be angry, you are too serious, I just want to be active Atmosphere. Listen, I have a plan, let's open a door for Dormammu, and then he will deal with the owner of the Time Stone, maybe you can take the opportunity to get the Time Stone?"

"You call this a plan?... No, do you know where the Time Stone is?" Penguin reacted.

"Of course—I don't know!" The clown smiled and spread his hands, "I don't know, but Dormammu knows, we just need to open the door for him and follow him."

"... After talking for a long time, who is Dormammu?"

"That's not important." The clown raised his index finger, with a hint of bewitching in his tone, "You just need to know that if the plan is successful, everyone's wish will be fulfilled—a happy ending for all."

"Everyone?" Penguin sneered, "What about you? What is your wish?"

"Of course the wish of the clown is to bring laughter to the world!" The clown laughed, looking crazy, "Besides, I hope that the little bat will not always be distracted by inexplicable things, he just needs to look at me and keep looking at me." Look at me, because only I, only I am his fateful opponent! I am his fate! Hahahahahaha—"