Fast cleared his throat, shook the gun in his hand, and said, "If no one calls the police, when will Batman arrive? A bunch of idiots."

"The only function of those incompetent idiots is probably to hold Batman's phone?" The clown chirped to himself.

"Isn't it obvious enough that I did it? Do I have to make a banner with the words 'This is what a clown did' and put it on every building or person that I destroy..."

"Those idiots know that this is something they can't handle? Why do they call Batman?" The clown spoke faster and faster, and his dislike of GCPD could be heard from the language.

"I mean it--"

"You pay so, so much money to those governments and police stations every year. Have they ever protected you once?" The clown turned his head to the sky and rolled his eyes, his body was almost lowered down.

It seems that this can express how hard-working and serious he is with his supercilious eyes.

He whispered, imitating the sweet voice of a female operator in the police station.

"Oh... Sir, is your puppy lost? Okay, we will send the police to look for you as soon as possible. What? Are you in danger? Oh, that's a pity, all the police have been dispatched now, here It is recommended that you purchase accident insurance first~”

The clown used exaggerated hands and feet to act out what the female operator on the phone should look like.

The clown raises his fingers to show that after applying nail polish, he blows his nails, raises his hand and twists his body to look at the manicure.

The people around were amused by the clown's words and actions, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud, they only dared to lower their heads and laugh twice.

I have to say that the attitude and voice of the clown imitating the GCPD operator are very similar.

The government collects a lot of taxes every year, but never spends a dime on protecting taxpayers. The GCPD police will do their best for some trivial matters that are not dangerous, and they will prevaricate and shirk when they encounter real danger.

Only Bruce remained silent, moved his fingers slightly, and turned off the slightly vibrating communicator again.

You don’t need to guess, it’s the number of calls that Sheriff Gordon made to him. As the Joker said, if there is something related to these dangerous criminals, GCPD will always contact Batman at the first time.

But now, 'Batman' can't show up.

And Bruce, in order to prevent the clown from discovering the fault, he had to take the trouble to cut off the contact of the communicator again and again.

Suddenly, the clown stopped his movements, his body remained in this awkward movement.

Then he smiled. "I heard it, siren, police car."

Sure enough, not long after the clown finished speaking, they could see the red and blue flashing police lights outside through the refracting glass, and the loudspeaker announced something similar to 'Joker, you are surrounded, we will attack the club' discourse.

But no one saw half of the GCPD shadow enter the Owl Club.

Fast patted his leg excitedly and said, "Come on, little bat—"

"The person who will meet you and cover you has arrived, Comeon, show up~" the clown even hummed a song at the end.

He bowed slightly, trembling with excitement, like a cheetah waiting for prey to come into his hunting range, his green eyes refracting light turned quickly, searching for anyone who might be caught. Where Batman takes advantage of loopholes.

At the same time, he excitedly licked his lower lip, put his canine teeth against his lips, and muttered: "Where will you come from? Pull my hands from the sky and dump me in the air? Or grab my hands from the ground?" Give me a painful over-the-shoulder fall on my leg?"

The surrounding clowns and thugs also became vigilant because of Fast's actions, and the killer crocodile even showed its claws and prepared for battle.

However, what Fast doesn't know is that Batman can't do either, because now he can only sit stiffly on the sofa and keep sliding his fingers to turn off the communication.

Fast kept the adrenaline pumping for just five minutes, which made him feel very tired, and more importantly, Batman still didn't show up.

Fast withdrew his movement, he propped his chin with one hand, and the blade was stuck on his cheek. He didn't pay attention at all, but his expression became serious.

This is incorrect.

He deliberately gathered everyone in the hall, and left no one in the other places. If Batman wants to deal with this attack, he must come to the hall and lurk in the hall, as he used to do most, quietly Ground, cleared his men one by one.

But Fast did notice that none of his men fell.

Batman didn't come.

He walked around anxiously, scaring the hostages into a ball.

Fast scratched his hair irritably, and his upper and lower teeth collided together to make a sound.

"At this point, is there another criminal who is more troublesome than me and has taken over Batman? There can be no more troublemaker than me, um... Let me think about it, tell me quickly, Harley and Poison Ivy Have you retreated yet?"

Killer Crocodile, the only one who knew the situation of Harley and Poison Ivy, said honestly: "Boss, Harley Quay and Poison Ivy have gone to the abandoned playground in a low-key manner according to your arrangement."

Killer Crocodile paused, glanced at the TV hanging on the wall, and said: "And, according to the real-time news, there are only a few drunks making trouble in Gotham today, and there are no other criminals except you, the boss."

Seeing that Killer Crocodile exposed his self-deceiving questioning, Fast gave Killer Crocodile a fierce look. "Old crocodile, if you can't speak, don't speak."

Killer Crocodile scratched his head with an innocent face. Although no one could see the innocence on his face, Killer Crocodile didn't know what he did wrong. Could it be that the clown asked?

The clown touched his chin again, pretending to be thinking. "Did I overlook what holiday it is today? Is Batman on holiday?"

"No, that's impossible. Batman won't leave me for any holidays, and I looked at the calendar today, today is nothing, just a normal work day, is it Batman's work day? ?”

"Or is it actually some damn anniversary or carnival day announced by some weirdo?" The clown was thinking to himself, his voice low and terrifying.

The clown's brows were tightly frowned. He paced the hall, and the leather shoes knocked on the ground with a crisp sound, more like knocking on the hostage's heart.

God knows how innocent these cowards are who can only do the 'crazy' things they want to do but never do.

Who knows, the clown will break in today.Who knew the Joker would easily intrude on the court of owls.

No, it should be said that there is something unexpected about this?Isn't the reason why the clown is the third type of person in Gotham because he is fearless and doesn't care about anyone or any force?He will do whatever he wants.

But Gotham has so many forces and so many places, why did they just win the first prize?

They don't know where Batman has gone, they just know that if Batman doesn't show up soon, this maniac is going to kill them all.

They can only pray in their hearts that Batman will come quickly.

"Would you like to talk about it? Guess why Batman hasn't come yet?" The clown flipped his hands on the table, one leg folded on the other, his arms resting on his thighs and his chin.

"Maybe he was injured and couldn't come?" a thug from the Clown Gang guessed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was glared at by the clown.

"Impossible, there is no big news recently, how could Batman be injured. And even if he is injured, based on what I know about him, he will come, because he treats me as seriously as I treat him." The clown said The tone is a little proud.

Being rejected by the clown, the thug shut up angrily.

Another long silence.

The clown supported his head, and said lightly: "If no one guesses, I will kill you?"

"...Maybe Batman is at work right now? You know, shifting or something..." Another bold man who didn't intend to put his life on anyone else tremblingly spoke.

"...Do you want to listen to what pig talk you are talking about." The corner of the clown's mouth twitched. Are these people scared by him because their brains are starved of oxygen and cannot function normally?The export of all these words?

"Batman can't wear that black uniform 24 hours a day, he must have his normal job, maybe he's getting stuck with something, like an annoying boss, that's preventing him from changing into that black uniform." A female analyzed calmly.

These words gave Fast some inspiration, Batman's true identity is Bruce Wayne.

First of all, Bruce Wayne is the boss of the Wayne Group. It is impossible for him to be caught up in work, but he is very likely to be caught up in what the lady said now, causing him to be unable to Put on that black uniform.

The thing that staggered his hands and feet must be something that would reveal his identity as Batman. If only one or two people would know his identity, Fast believes that Batman will definitely be able to solve it, with money or threats of violence. of.

Because under the balance of power and disadvantages, the Joker must be more dangerous than those one or two people.

But if the number exceeds Batman's control, then once he acts, Batman's true identity will be exposed immediately, and then he will face countless actions against the Wayne Group, or people around Bruce Wayne.

Moreover, not everyone in Gotham likes the black knight, and there are countless attacks and negative news waiting for Batman.The thing that can kill people the most is always public opinion.

Even if Fast knows that Batman with an iron will doesn't care about the public opinion against him.

But he couldn't stand being around friends, colleagues, family, oh, and Fast had no idea if there was another Wayne besides Bruce.

It was Batman's responsibility to be killed because of Bruce's mistake. The path Batman chose cannot make those around him pay for his actions.

In other words, he is already in a certain dangerous state.This makes it impossible for Bruce to show up as Batman at all, because there are several guns pointed at his head, as long as he moves his head, he will be like a watermelon that has been pierced..

Fast thinking this way, his gaze skipped inadvertently.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his lips, his eyes full of smiles.

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