Duke stood in front of the window, watching what the clown did.

Quizel walked behind Duke: "Boss, what are you looking at?"

"I'm thinking about one thing. Batman was unable to resist the Joker's personality invasion, and the Joker was unable to resist his personality exaggeration. Isn't this very strange? Logically speaking, there is always someone who wants to lose!"

"You mean, someone lied?"

"Who knows!"

...

Wayne Manor!

The housekeeper Alfred pushed the dining cart into the bedroom. He was in a good mood today. Mr. Wayne, who had been in a coma for two days, finally woke up. Although the request for eating strawberry sundae as soon as he woke up was a bit strange, intake of sugar was good for his body, he readily agreed.

In the luxuriously decorated bedroom, Wayne lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and fell into deep thought. When he came to his senses, he realized that at some point, his little finger was inserted into his nostrils.

"This is not the style of a clown. What did he stuff in my mind..." Wayne was saying, feeling the soles of his feet itchy, and he couldn't help but buckle it.

So, when Alfred pushed the door in, the scene he saw was like this. His master first clenched his feet, then clenched his nostrils with his hands that clenched his feet, and then... he clenched his feet again!

Alfred: "…"

Who am I, where am I, and what happened?

"Afu, you are here, just give me the sundae." Wayne silently put down his foot-pulling hand and returned to his rigorous style.

"Master, are you okay?" Alfred cared.

Since the clown sent Wayne home that night, Alfred couldn't eat or sleep well because his master was not wearing clothes at the time. Fortunately, Wayne woke up now and looked good, so he felt a little relieved.

"To be honest, I've never been so good, so you don't have to worry." Wayne replied, if he hadn't had a big spoon and digging the sundae, it would have been more convincing.

"Master, I think you need a physical examination." Alfred felt scared when he thought of the clown's methods.

"I'm just thinking that way." Wayne stopped taking sugar and was in a coma for two days, but he was not at all uncomfortable, but instead felt his physical strength exploded.

This is not a normal reaction!

...

Bat Cave!

Wayne stood in the middle of a pile of sandbags without blushing, and iron sand flowed out of the broken sandbags. Wayne picked up a grain of iron sand, rubbed his thumb and index finger gently, and the iron sand turned into plasticine.

Wayne's face remained unchanged, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He turned around and walked to the wall of the cave and punched it hard. The fierce fist roared and the hard stone wall was pierced like tofu, and half of his arm was buried deep in it.

Hurry!

Wayne pulled out his arm and looked at the skin that was cut by sharp gravel, which healed automatically in a few seconds, without even a scar left. He was shocked in his heart. He remembered what Duke said to him at that time. There were not many enemies who could make him specialize in combat plans. He didn't think about it carefully at that time, and now he understood the profound meaning of this sentence.

"Master, I think you should take a look at these, there are physical data about you now." Alfred hurried over, holding a stack of documents in his hand, and his words were full of disbelief.

Wayne looked at the document in front of him, raised his hand and put it down again, and then took it three times in a row and started to read it. At this time, even though he had always been calm, he couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Power, agility, acuity, and physique are improved in a leap, surpassing the limits of human beings, and reaching the inhuman field. The data of bench presses, sprinting data, etc. all break the world record by a huge margin. Even some non-human heroes and villains cannot do this.

Wayne knew that some data could not be measured by machines, just like his senses and mind, his thinking was so clear that he could recite the pi. He also had the ability to recover and endurance, and his strength was constantly pouring out of his body. He felt that he would jump around without eating or drinking for ten days.

To be honest, he is like playing against a hundred of them in the past.

Wayne put down the document and solemnly asked his trusted housekeeper: "Afu, am I still a human?"

"Of course! In theory, you evolved!"

Wayne didn't say anything when he heard this. He raised his head and looked at the various equipment around the bat cave, such as bat suits, bat chariots, hook and grab guns, and cable launchers. These most trustworthy props in the past look so pale and powerless now.

"Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, really!" Wayne exhaled heavily, his eyes becoming more determined.

"But you seem to be worried... Do you want me to give you a psychological counseling?"

"It doesn't matter, men and dogs will change a lot if they don't see each other for a few days!" Wayne replied subconsciously.

"Uh, what did you say?" Alfred looked confused.

Wayne was also confused. What was going on with this line? Why did he say it so skillfully?

"I mean...I'm hungry, Ah Fu, make something for me to eat!"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Chocolate sundae, milk needs strawberry flavor, but in fact it's fine as long as it's sweets. I think it's very anxious if I don't take sugar... Ah Fu, why do you think of me like that?"

"Master, eating too much sweets is not good for your health!" Alfred's eyes twitched.

"It's okay, I have decided to eat what I like and live a short life."

"Master, are you serious?"

"Of course..." Wayne said as he was right, his face suddenly changed as he finished speaking, shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "Afu, I need a psychological counseling, no, it's psychological treatment!"

"You are right, we'd better start now." Alfred called out, and his master played a playboy during the day and played a bat at night, and finally got schizophrenic.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

"You said!"

"How is Gotham these two days? I mean the clown. Is there any news about him these two days?"

"I'm sorry, maybe the clown is too hidden and there is no news about him. The nights in Gotham these two days are as always..." Alfred said, thinking: "If you really want to say something, it's probably the south of Gotham City, which is rare in these two nights. But you also know that this obviously has nothing to do with the clown. If he was in the south, he wouldn't know what would be in chaos there!"

Wayne nodded and decided to go to the south tonight to check it out.

...

At this time, on the south side of Gotham, there were always one or two urban stains on the steel jungle with tall buildings. The dark smelly ditch, low dilapidated bungalows, and chaotic slums not only had dirty surfaces, but also secretly filled with all kinds of ugliness.

A used factory warehouse has the door welded to death and the windows are sealed with iron, like a prison isolated from the outside world.

Ten meters square, the room was dimly lit, and six fierce men with various tattoos woke up from their coma one by one. Their skin was black and white, tall and thin, but they all had one thing in common, that is, their photos were all hung in the Gotham Police Station and were rewarded with a large bonus.

"Damn it, where is this?" The black man woke up and was smoked by the musty smell in the room.

In the closed room, the roof is filled with dark yellow light bulbs, and the black toilets are blocked and separated, breaking to half of the dirty mirror. It can be seen that this is a used bathroom, with disgusting stains on the floor and the walls, which are very dirty and smelly.

"Bastard, who gave you the courage to kidnap me? Do you know who I am?" The black man looked at the disgusting toilet beside him and almost vomited it out. He roared and stood up and walked towards the dim toilet door. As a result, after walking two steps, he heard a sound of iron chains colliding and fell to the ground with a snap.

The black man looked down and saw that his ankle was tied with shackles, and the iron chains passed around the thick sewer pipe behind the toilet, locking him here.

The other five people in the toilet were the same, each with a toilet and chain. The six people looked at each other. Although they were all brave villains, this was the first time they had seen the situation in front of them.

mischief?

No, no one has the courage!

Kidnapping? Imprisonment? I rebel?

This is possible!

Rush silly

After a chirping sound of electric current, an old TV suddenly lit up on the wall opposite the six people, and the black and white picture shone with snowflakes.

The strange scene made the six people's scalp numb, and then they saw even more terrifying characters appear.

Gotham's Nightmare Clown!

The clown sat on the screen in a suit, her hair meticulously combed into a big back and applied hairspray.

Yes, very energetic!
Chapter completed!