Gotham City has become very lively recently, so crowded that many people are at a loss.

After the people of Gotham had enjoyed peace for a few years, suddenly all the ghosts and monsters of Gotham City appeared overnight.

Criminals, bounty hunters, mercenaries, gangsters, swarms appear.

The Joker provokes Batman every day and engages in complex brain-burning crime games, but now, there are obviously more players in this game.

Bruce just came out of the mayor's office with a blank expression on his face, but the haze in his eyes can be seen by everyone. This city's biggest rich man is not in a good mood.

It's even a little bad.

He and the incumbent mayor have been getting along very happily over the past few years. There always seems to be a tacit understanding between the two of them, to do the tricky things in the fastest way.

But Bruce was not a fool. He had already noticed that the mayor had a problem. It was the person who had been arranged by Downey.

But what about this? What can he do? Kill the mayor directly?

What's the difference between that and criminals, let alone the mayor's very good job.

The phone rang, and his old butler Alfred sent him a terrible message.

"Sir, the Joker once again declared war on Batman in front of the media." Alfred said.

Bruce said coldly: "What did he do this time?"

"He killed, killed five people, saying it was to celebrate Batman's five-year retiring gift."

"This villain!" Bruce's expression was cold, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

Although the Dark Knight has disappeared from the public for five years, it does not mean that it is completely extinct in the world, but to observe the world and the city from another angle.

It has been a long, long time, and there have been no vicious incidents in Gotham City.

The soil where the gang lived was shoveled and paved with concrete by Downey five years ago. The underworld is led by the gray figure Anderson, using iron and blood to cleanse batch after batch of new gangs who are not afraid of death. As long as the source of crime, the Owl Court does not take the initiative to pick things out, ordinary gangs can deal with it easily.

The Owl Court is very honest, the more they understand Downey, the more honest they don't dare to move casually.

At the civilian level, it was a guy named Old Jack who was supervising him. This old man who was a tramp a few years ago has already violently controlled a large number of weapons channels in Gotham City, and has become a loyal manpower for the Sky Eye Society to plant in Gotham City.

With the addition of the mayor, Jack and Anderson were given conveniences overtly and secretly, and the entire city of Gotham was completely transformed. The crime rate plummeted and became one of the cities with the lowest crime rate in the United States. Continue, but those ambitious guys who died, no one to pity.

Gotham City has also been commended by the White House more than once.

But now, Gotham City has suddenly become lively. All kinds of messy people rushed into Gotham City. Some citizens even kept saying that they had seen magicians and demons fighting, and they were ridiculed.

But Bruce knew it was true, and he came to the mayor to confirm the news.

Bruce put down the phone, frowning slightly, his senses did not degenerate, he clearly smelled a dangerous smell.

The profession of magician has not been an unacceptable term for the past two years. Bruce has also forced himself to accept these new superhumans, but the mood is not so wonderful.

Intuition told him that Batman should probably put on his battle robe again. He did not allow the city to become chaotic again. The hat of Sin City was finally removed, and he would never allow anyone to wear it again.

The clown wants to play with him? Very good, then try who can play who in the end.

Bruce took a breath and limped and walked hard. The first thing Batman did to return to the dark was to find a way to heal the lame leg. Whenever it rains, this painful leg will let He thought of Harvey, who had been knocked down by him and fell to death, the double-faced man who had turned from a knight to a criminal.

Five years have passed, enough to change many things, but many things cannot be changed at all.

...

In a hidden place, a weird conversation is going on.

"...Many people think of me as a lunatic, a clown, but I know you won’t, you will agree with me, right? I always tell people, don’t take yourself too seriously, you don’t know how much else you do. It’s great, I’ve seen a lot of troublesome guys, and I’ve been killed many times, but no one cares about me..."

The clown licked his lips, crazy, and after a while he put a knife into his mouth and slashed, muttering something, but no one could hear him.

The strange guy in front of him was someone he had met not long ago. After just one glance, the mercenary who called himself Deadpool followed him tightly, saying inexplicable things.

"Look, Joker, you are an amazing guy. I mean, you are nothing but you in the future. I have seen a lot of you. Every one of you is amazing and even more amazing. hate……"

Deadpool chattered, patted the table from time to time, walking around nervously. After finally finding a guy who doesn't treat him as a lunatic, he wants to say something happy.

"Hey, man, do you know what you look like now, a drunkard! Ha, but I know you are not a drunkard, because a drunkard can’t say such clear crazy things-I mean, your topic is interesting, but I think it’s boring , Let's talk about other things." The clown murmured, making a loud noise, took the knife out of his mouth, and slammed it on the table.

Then the clown murmured in a low voice, and nervously painted a pattern on the table, a pattern of a big bat.

"Oh, you really annoy me, I really want to kill you..." Deadpool was a little dissatisfied, pulled out his carbon steel knife, and gestured to the clown's neck.

The clown grinned wildly: "I suddenly like you a little bit, um... I like you now and have more appetite for me. The red you are different from the black you."

"But I always feel awkward..." Deadpool lowered his head, tugged at his dark clothes, frowned, a little unhappy.

The original red clothes suddenly became entangled with a black slimy creature, and it became like this, but he felt it was fresh, so he didn't tear it off.

This black thing gave him a new color uniform, faster speed and stronger power. Oh, the only drawback is that it will magnify his inner desires, but this is not a problem, is it? Lord Deadpool has always been a good person who can restrain himself~lightnovelpub.net~ Why don't we just do something more interesting, I'm so tired, I can help you have some fun, but it costs money Yes, my commission is expensive. "Dead waiter babbled, seeing that it attracted the attention of the clown, he said excitedly, "Batman! Or Bruce Wayne! "

"Joker, I suggest that we go directly to Bruce Wayne's trouble! We took the knife, put it on the necks of him and his girlfriend Rachel, and then banged, the smoke rose, and Batman would rescue Rachel. !"

Deadpool described it with teeth and claws, very excited.

But the clown suddenly stopped his movements and turned his head, his already hideous face became more and more distorted and terrifying!

"What are you talking about? You don't know what you are talking about? I'm looking for Batman, the big bat ~ not some noble boy Bruce!"

The clown suddenly went mad, picked up the knife, and rushed forward and stabbed the dead waiter's stomach with one knife, two knives, a full dozen knives, and he kept stabbing them.