[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

"Long time, long time, no see..."

The green-haired man laughed strangely, his laughter seemed to have been polished by sandpaper, and it turned into the howling of a night owl, echoing in the room.

Sylvia only felt a cold current creeping up her back, as if the shadow of her childhood came alive, protruding claws and fangs from the dark, blowing out a cold wind...wherever the wind passed, the hairs stood on end.

——In fact, there is no need to "seem", the live video of "Childhood Shadow" is behind her, it is a living, living Joker, an antisocial lunatic who only commits crimes.

She trembled all over, and she froze slightly on the sofa, and cast her somewhat confused and panicked gaze at Peter.

Seeing this, Peter quickly touched the remote control to turn off the TV, but found that the remote control that was not out of power or damaged could not control the screen, nor could it change channels or turn it off.

His keen hearing has already picked up screams from other rooms in the hotel, accompanied by the sound of objects falling and people being tripped.

— that's the Joker's reputation, even in broad daylight, even if it's just on TV, enough to make people think they're in Gotham's midnight and the executioner has a guillotine hanging over the top of his skull.

The clown on the screen took a deep breath of air, showing an intoxicated expression. In the gray background, it seemed that several masked men under him were standing far away from him, leaning against the concrete wall, with a look of fear on their faces. - However, the clown probably doesn't care what his subordinates think of him.

One of the leading subordinates approached tremblingly: "Joker, everything is ready."

The clown waved his baton twice casually in the gesture of a conductor waving his baton, as if he was immersed in an unknown song and didn't hear what the other party said at all.

He put his right hand next to his left ear, making a listening movement. At the same time, the citizens of Gotham who reacted finally broke out into screams and faint cries.

"I know you miss me..."

"Ah! I miss you too... Batman!"

"Old rules, old rules, tonight the clown will be back in glory, and before that - oh yes, I have to pick up my little sweetheart cat..."

……

The screen shifts to what appears to be a prison.

Dark barbed wire and metal railings, full of iron gray, but in the center of this huge iron cage, there is a white-skinned woman wearing an orange prison jacket and reading a book with an unknown title, which is too bright and leisurely.

She sat cross-legged on a dark gray mat, and two rows of black letters were vaguely printed on her orange trouser legs, probably something like the name of the prison.

The rose-pink fluffy slippers set off her thin ankles even more pale.

Beside her feet, a cup of steaming black tea was placed on the ground, a hand with a raised pinky finger stretched out to lift the handle, brought the tea to her lips with broken lip makeup, and took a sip.

In the next second, probably aware of the presence of surveillance, the woman raised her eyelids with red and blue eyeshadow in surprise, and her blond ponytail with red and blue highlights on both sides of her head swayed with her movements.

"Pudding!~~~!"

"Harley Quinn" maintains an exaggerated expression of surprise, and a heart tattoo replaces her joy and jumps lively under her left eye.

The crazy woman yelled in a sweet and greasy voice, without moving her face, she threw the black tea in her right hand and the book in her left hand behind her with one hand. The lightning flashed when the iron cage was gridded.

Harry clapped his happy hands together, and his whole person was as sweet and crazy as the drama.

"Are you coming to pick up your little sweetheart, the cat is out of the cage~"

As she spoke, she laughed loudly towards the camera, her treacherous "giggle giggle" matched with the clown's previous performance, which was in perfect harmony.

Peter, who was touching the main button of the TV screen and wanted to turn off the screen: his face was covered with the sour smell of close love.

Sylvia in front of the TV: "..."

To be reasonable, she doesn't have as much shadow on Harley Quinn as she did on the Clown. After all, she is good-looking and infatuated, pitiful, scary, and cute all in one, and her deeds are not as crazy as the Clown's.

But these two live broadcast dog food to the majority of Gotham citizens like this, not only sprinkled it, but also forced it into the esophagus...

Really good?

:)

Even knowing that clowns mostly use Harley Quinn and that Harley Quinn is just a shaved head, she still feels...

#I'm afraid I don't want to choke to death single dog#

……

The camera cuts, and the clown under the purple suit reappears with his chest exposed.

But the topic he wants to talk about is not related to Harley Quinn. In fact, the criminal who released Arkham is just a small, small prelude: "You only appear in the night, only in the night..."

Everyone realized he was talking about The Dark Knight.

"Of course Joker wants to accommodate you~"

The green-haired lunatic said affectionately and considerately.

"At midnight, appetizer! Arkham Prison Break!"

The masked subordinates behind the scenes blew up the firework cannon in cooperation with his gestures, and with a "bang", the ribbons sprayed all over the sky.

"And—dinner! New wine in old bottles! My favorite tour, boat, big, camp, rescue~"

The last [Cruise Ship Rescue] was said by him as childlike as happy and happy, but as soon as the words of this phrase fell, all Gotham people who knew this allusion fell into even greater terrifying memories.

No one knew that on the main road, Bruce Wayne in a luxury car was staring at the screen on the street, his blue eyes turned dark with gloom and pain.Fingerprints were almost embedded in the hands holding the steering wheel, and the sound of "creaking" bones was clearly audible.

One of two, one of two, the old trick of the clown, the greatest achievement of the clown.

——It once killed Bruce's childhood sweetheart Rachel, and forced the former "Knight of Light" Harvey into another Gotham lunatic "Double-Faced Man".

And now, this old wine bottle has brought an even crazier hell wine.

"A boat of mutants prepared long ago, a boat of ordinary people who can be chosen~"

"You can only choose to save one, Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

The Joker spelled out his rules, not worrying about what the other party might find out from the information.

"Come and catch me! Kill me! Or they die! Joker is a good Joker who does what he says! Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

"I'm waiting for you in hell!"

"Batman!"

……

Silence, deathly silence.

The sudden black screen of the TV was as unpredictable as its sudden broadcast, only the sharp and piercing echo of the clown still lingered in the mid-air of the crime city, washing everyone's expressions into the pale word "fear".

In the suite of the Wayne Hotel, the amber and tan eyes met, and the same blankness was written in them.

"I..." Peter had just opened his mouth, but suddenly he paused and looked towards the door.

Sylvia also heard the shouts of Lightning almost collapsing in the other bedroom of the suite, Mr. Harrington's self-sufficient comfort, and the heavy tonnage of footsteps coming from the corridor...

The next second, footsteps rushed to the door here, and Ned hurriedly wanted to open the door. The door handle could be seen shaking slightly from the outside, but because it was locked, it could not be opened from the outside.

"Peter! Peter, are you in there, Peter?! Open the door!"

Sylvia patted Peter on the shoulder, and consciously disappeared in place.

The girl did not leave, and hid in the dimensional world covered by the network of Wayne Hotel, overlooking everything from the perspective of God.

Peter in the suite here confirmed that she had left and then opened the car. Ned rushed in and hit his chest. Fortunately, he could bear it with his spider strength.

Eugene in the opposite suite looked excited and flustered. He was already stuffing the clothes he had scattered on the bed into the suitcase, and it seemed that he planned to go back to Queens directly like this—he didn’t want to be “everyone” at all. One of the ordinary people who could be chosen."

The black teenager Abe who shared the room with him didn't stop him, but he didn't do anything else either. He froze in place, and it seemed that he was extremely confused by the "horror legend" of facing Gotham for the first time.

Most of the other rooms were filled with panicked people, and occasionally there were a few naked people who were clearly applauding for love in broad daylight... Sylvia, who was afraid of the eyes of needles, selectively ignored them.

The restaurant on the second floor was crowded with panicked people, and she recognized Michelle, Liz, and Cindy among them. The three of them were relatively calm, with Michelle as the backbone, and they seemed to be planning to go upstairs to find other students. They discussed countermeasures, but because the elevator entrance was crowded with people, they had to wait first—it was estimated that Ned had just run up the stairs.

Originally, Sylvia was just trying to avoid Ned, but after looking around like this, she suddenly thought of a question:

This is the Wayne Hotel, this city is Gotham, Wayne Manor is simply a landmark building, she can completely invade the Batcave.

And, the clown just carried out a TV broadcast, so it must be connected to the Internet. For her, no matter how skilled hackers are, they will leave traces. No matter how difficult it is, it is just a matter of pulling out one or two light beams from the data stream.

Now that there is a network and a signal, even if he builds a firewall that is stricter than the Ministry of National Defense, she can still touch the wall and listen to it.

Then you can quietly report to the master, and you can prepare in advance without waiting until 12 midnight.

In this way, when I think about it, it seems that it is quite simple?

#Before tipping the news, you have to face the master who probably wants to beat her to death#

But I always feel that the ugly master in the mixed universe is probably JOKER2.0, JOKERPlus.

I don't know what he will keep behind_(:зゝ∠)_

[The smile gradually disappears.JPG]

……

Dark poking left a mark on the network signal used by the clown for the live broadcast before, and Sylvia returned to the room again.

She intends to say hello to Peter and report on the itinerary, and then go to find Mr. Ugly.

However, when she came back, Peter and Ned were still having a heated discussion about "what should be done".

The room is filled with occasional Ned "Peter you can't just confront the Joker like this you should call the Avengers and let them handle it" and Peter "Comeon! Dude, this isn't just Batman's business!" rebuttal.

If Sylvia had leisure at the moment, she might follow Ned to persuade Peter.

But for one thing, she couldn't show herself directly to Ned;

Secondly, I sent a message to Peter and made a call, but found that the other party was obsessed with arguing and ignoring the phone...

Well, she can only go one step first.

I am very afraid that the clown will run to the wilderness without internet after finishing this important event. It is not impossible for him to leave his subordinates to wander around without their mobile phones.

So when Peter and Ned came to a conclusion and finally grabbed the phone and called Happy to notify Mr. Stark...

Only to find out that the little friend ran to find the clown alone.

Alone, run, find the clown,

Single (and) can’t be picked.

Peter: "..."

Ned, who waited for a long time beside him, found that his good friend looked paler and paler, as if he was too angry to say a word: "..."

He just made a reasonable suggestion, why did Peter look so terrified? ? ?

……

Gotham.

In the city underpass.

Sylvia found herself catching the last train, and she might not be able to find her if she was too late.

When she followed the clues, the clown was in a good mood and threw all the equipment for photography and transmission into the sewage of the sewer, and his expression seemed to just want to hear the splash.

Sylvia, who was caught off guard by the dirty face: "..."

艸。

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