A meow and a dog

The clown sat downcastly in the dining room, his expression was sluggish, the corners of his mouth curled up exaggeratedly, if not for the notorious makeup on his face, perhaps the penguin sitting opposite him would not be able to help but sympathize with him, but now he was trembling all over, looking around Zhang Wang seemed to be begging someone to save him—even if that person was Batman.

But there was still silence all around, which instantly shattered Penguin's fantasy.He turned his eyes back and stared fixedly at the limp spoon in front of his eyes - after witnessing how it penetrated the bridge of a prisoner's nose yesterday, he decided to stay away from this bloody thing up.

But while he was staring at it nervously, the thing poked him in the face suddenly and quickly.The Penguin almost thought his doomsday had come, oh, the only pointy and tall organ in his body except the umbrella tip was gone!

With a yelp of terror, he rolled off his chair.

But the thing just slid forward and was thrown onto someone's plate in the back - because someone yelled, "Guess what soft, unconceived thing fell on my plate!"

"Boring!" cried the clown morosely.He stared at the penguin man on the ground like a poor Antarctic penguin shivering from the cold.Then he jumped up suddenly, threw the dinner plate on the dining table, and said with a resentful tone like a lady who lost all her property: "Why didn't they lock the little bat in! Oh, it caused us to be separated for so long. He pretended to wipe his eye sockets, and occasionally blew his nose with a handkerchief he didn't know where he came from.

Then, as if he had thought of a good idea, he suddenly turned over the table and lifted the penguin to the chair, and gently ran his hands through his hair, just as the penguin was trembling and couldn't help rolling his eyes and was about to faint When passing by, the clown suddenly patted Penguin's head in a frighteningly large arc, and said in a cheerful voice: "Hey, maybe I should save a bed for him."

He shrugged off Penguin - who collapsed on the floor gasping for breath - and hopped out of the restaurant like a rabbit, his expression artificially theatrical, wondering where he was going to hit the bat's nest .Oh, the underground is nice!In the fall he'll be sure to dig up ten little bats!

Thinking this way, the clown bounced all the way back to the cell. He took the cane he had brought from the Riddler's cell, looked at it with distaste, and then began to dig holes with great interest.

But before he dug twice, after a curious person tapped the ground with his cane, a big hole suddenly appeared there, and the exciting moonlight of Gotham appeared in front of the clown at night.

"Oh~." The clown exclaimed with surprise on his face, but out of respect for the profession of prison escape, he quickly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, jumped on the spot a few times exaggeratedly, and then took the With a green cane, he rushed out of the big hole.

"Oh, Riddler, I didn't expect you to love the clown mummy so much~." He kissed the stick a few times, leaving a few weird lip marks, and then he left this boring place in the night with satisfaction. People disgusting buildings.

The clown with the hat on his head sullenly stands in line next to the ice cream van in Gotham Park, he was going to buy an ice cream or something - hey, what fun to put that thing upside down on someone else's head! — but not at all now.Oh, at this time he hated these idiots and serious idiots, no, no, no, although the clown loves them from the bottom of his heart, and is willing to give them his greatest possession - laughing gas, but this gift After getting spoiled by a stinky bat, it's no longer fun.

The clown felt like his brain was rolling back and forth on his body a few times, like he was doing ballet on the back of Bat Kiss - no, that's not a great clown metaphor!The clown became more and more angry, because what he thought was his head was inflated like a balloon, so he had to push aside the group of people, walked to the stall owner in a detour, and begged him pitifully: "I want some lovely snowballs—" he said, rubbing his hands over his eyes as if with too much emotion, and then suddenly he pulled the clown gun out of his green overcoat and screamed: "Or would you like some vitriol?—Merry Christmas!"

He watched boredly as the stall owner rushed out of the door in fright, grabbed a child with his left hand, and said in a low tone: "Hey, why doesn't he understand the artistic sense of this behavior!" The child who was stuck pushed aside, and majesticly got in through the window selling ice cream, and flew his hat out of the window, the clown took off his coat, revealing the sales uniform inside, and shouted uncontrollably: "Oh, I Like this!"

He jumped into the driver's seat again, checked the rearview mirror quite professionally, and then drove the "big guy" onto the road with twists and turns.

"—Want some ice cream, Bat? You'll love this!"

Sure enough, after he excitedly posed, the car suddenly fell to one side irresistibly. Before the clown could react, a gloved hand grabbed his collar from the side of the window. When the word "whoosh" dubbed by the clown ended, he was rolled by Batman with a rope and thrown into the grass on the side of the road.

"It's a good harvest today, eh, clown?" The little bat kept his dead face as usual and walked towards the clown, even though he was holding handcuffs at the moment, he looked a bit like the vicious penguin they described, but to the clown, this was more It's like a bad joke - but seriously, he can't believe Bat is still doing this now!

"Oh, it's time for you to change your equipment, I said, something like a gun—" The clown said in a frustrated tone, but he showed a provocative, provocative expression, "Oh, you Like them? Hey, I forgot that little bats don't like guns, not a single one!"

Batman walked over to handcuff the clown's hands as usual, but the script changed its tune at this moment, the clown sensitively found that his little bat seemed to be in a good mood today!But what can't be seen with his—the clown's eyes?

The clown wobbled in place for a long time. When Batman was about to knock him out and take him away, the clown suddenly put on an aggrieved expression, holding the corner of Batman's cloak like a prostitute. He squeezed his throat, The tone of voice is enough to turn from Metropolis to Star City, and then turn around from Seaside City to Central City and back again: "You have failed others, little bat~, you smell like vulgar powder~! Oh, It also has the bad breath of the riddle villain~!"

The clown blinked and stared at his little bat accusingly: "And I, after only two days in Arkham, became like this! How could you do this to me~?"

But Batman didn't pay attention to the corners of the Joker's mouth desperately twitching, he didn't even seem to move his eyebrows.

The clown lost his mind. He stared at Batman for more than ten seconds, and then simply rolled on the ground: "Oh no! You can't treat me like this! It's not fair!!!"

Batman squatted down when the clown was being unreasonable, and seemed to want to check the safety measures he had made on the clown, but at this moment the clown remembered the Riddler's cane he threw on the grass, and he reached out to grab the stick-like thing , poked lightly at Batman's arm, and before he could complain, a small needle suddenly protruded from the bottom of the cane, and in another flash, the little thing disappeared immediately.

The clown threw aside the handcuffs he had loosened, and poked the cane enthusiastically. Under his fiddling, the thing stretched and stretched out various interesting things, and the green light on the front of the cane flickered.However, the clown quickly lost interest. He threw the weapon that the Riddler had been studying for a long time on the ground, and moved Batman to the ice cream truck with great difficulty. Bats come home to cook soup.

But before going on the road, the clown felt very puzzled that he had forgotten something - but in the next second he put it behind him with an exaggerated grin - whatever it was.

The author has something to say:

There is still about one chapter left to be coded-so there is no more manuscripts for this extra episode (sorrowful face)... Sure enough, I shouldn't double-update...then see you on Saturday~

PS: There is no outline product, but please believe that Mr. J will not unfold it magically!