Don't take my blame [comprehensive British and American]

The loud noise made the people immersed in the banquet jump, and they subconsciously turned around.

The bulging black bag was dumped in the center of the banquet hall.

Those who can come to the banquet are all decent people in Gotham, no matter how unsettled their hearts are, they will not show one point on their faces.

They seemingly calmly called the waiter and asked him to open the bag.

The moment the bag was untied, a pungent smell came out.

As the bag was opened, a familiar face was exposed to everyone.

The sudden change made the people around them seem unresponsive. They stared blankly at the scene in front of them. Then, a sharp scream made the scene boil, and the chaos became louder and louder.

"Call the police!" Someone yelled.

The waiter took out his mobile phone with trembling hands, but before the number could be dialed, a hand wearing a white glove snatched his mobile phone away.

Weird laughter sounded in the banquet hall.

"Oh dear, don't spoil my show."

In the small dark room behind the banquet hall, a petite girl was blocking the host of the banquet against the wall, looking up at him expectantly with a small face.

One tall and one short confronted each other in the dark, and finally reached an agreement. As soon as Bruce put his hand into the suit, he heard screams from outside. His hand stopped abruptly, and he frowned, listening to the chaos outside. The sound is getting louder.

Bruce's expression sank, and he looked back at the little girl who was still looking at him expectantly, as if he hadn't noticed the commotion outside at all.

"I'm sorry, girl, I need to leave first, and you can come to me later with the question you just said."

After hearing Bruce's words, Sienna's expectant eyes disappeared, and she looked at him with an unhappy expression on her small mouth.

But now is not the time to coax the little girl, Bruce opened the door and strode out of the room.

Sienna thought for a moment, then opened the door and trotted after her.

The two hadn't reached the banquet hall when they heard a gunshot.

Bruce's expression became more serious, and he quickened his pace. From a distance, he saw a man with green hair wearing a clown mask, revealing half of his face covered in oil paint, and a man in a green suit standing on the stage. gun pointed at a young male.Surrounded by a group of hooded men pointing guns at other party guests.

The whole scene was under the control of several gangsters.

And at the man's feet on the stage was a male corpse. Seeing his face clearly, Bruce's eyes burst into anger.

The deceased was a director of the Wayne Group and had spoken to him an hour earlier.

He looked up at the man on the stage.

clown! ! !

Bruce clenched his fists tightly, and the muscles in his arms were particularly obvious with his hands.

And Sienna, who was following him, also saw the corpse on the ground. She stretched her head to take a look, but found that she didn't recognize him, and there was no other emotion in her eyes, so she focused on Bruce again.

At this time, the clown on the stage discovered his existence.

"Wow, our protagonist today is finally here, welcome Bruce...Mr. Wayne!"

The other people at the banquet looked back when they heard the clown's words, and automatically took a step back to the two sides, making way in the middle.

The Joker and Bruce stood at both ends of the crowd and looked at each other like this.

Bruce noticed that the clown was looking at the little girl beside him, and he subconsciously took a step forward to block the little girl behind him. His actions made the clown smile inexplicably.

Sienna stood behind Bruce, grabbed his arm and stretched out her little head, looked at him and then at the clown opposite.

"Huh? Clown? Seems wrong."

She tilted her head and made a small doubtful sound.

The person in front looked like the psychopath that Arkham encountered, but it didn't feel like it.

Bruce heard the little girl's words clearly, he looked back at her and continued to look at the clown.

"Sir, what's the matter with your visit?" Bruce's tone was still calm, perfectly unaffected by the surrounding environment.

Now everyone's eyes are on him. In this situation, he can't go back and change Batman's equipment, and he has to look at this mysterious little girl behind him. Now he is just an incompetent playboy, and he has to fight with Batman here. The clown circles around until the police come.

He just took a step forward to call the police. This is his secret line with Gordon. I believe Gordon will not let him down.

"This one is a gift for our little bat, but today, let's not discuss that little bat, um, let's play a game." The clown kicked the corpses under his feet hard, and then moved some The messy green hair was smoothed out, pinned behind the ears again, and continued, "Well, let's choose a lucky baby, who should we choose?"

The clown looked around pretendingly, and finally turned his gaze back to Bruce.

"Then invite us, Mr. Bruce Wayne, please!"