American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1000 Batman vs. the Joker

Seeing Batman captured, the Joker on the rooftop clapped his hands in satisfaction, the applause crisp yet abrupt.

"Fantastic! The only redeeming quality of these idiots is that they're still somewhat useful."

He turned around and gave the mime couple an exaggerated bow. "Now, please allow me to introduce the real main course for tonight!"

As he spoke, he suddenly pointed to the alleyway below.

Two burly men, both dressed in tacky clown costumes, were roughly dragging the limp Batman into the depths of an alley. Like throwing away trash, they slammed him onto the damp, dirty concrete, right beneath the Joker.

Batman lay face down, his shattered helmet rolled to the side, revealing blood- and mud-stained black hair, his body twitching slightly from the effects of the drugs and his injuries.

This Dark Knight, who once struck fear into the hearts of Gotham's criminals, was now reduced to weak, feeble breaths.

The clown strolled to the edge of the roof, looking down at his prey as if admiring a newly completed work of art.

He slowly squatted down, resting his elbows on his knees, supporting his chin, his face beaming with joy and excitement.

"Look who this is!"

His voice suddenly rose, with an exaggerated tone, "Isn't this our dear Bat 'Baby'? Gotham's guardian angel? How did he end up in such a sorry state tonight?"

He pointed a finger at Bruce and said with a smile, "How does it feel to be trampled into the mud by the lambs you swore to protect?"

He tilted his head, his tone both sweet and malicious.

The dim light in the alleyway outlined the silhouette of a clown crouching, his green hair fluttering in the wind.

He looked down at the dark knight struggling in the mud at his feet, his face covered in paint showing no anger or hatred, only pure pleasure.

With each painful spasm of Batman, each heavy breath, the flames in the Joker's eyes burned even brighter.

Erica and Marcos stood silently in the shadows a few steps behind the Joker.

Rain dripped down Erica's hair as she watched the clown's terrifying antics, her clenched knuckles turning slightly white.

Marcos's gaze warily swept over the clown's back, then over the comical henchmen in the alley who were excitedly rubbing their hands together, waiting for their "boss's" next instructions.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the ceaseless sound of Gotham's rain and Batman's intermittent breathing coming from the alley below.

The Joker slowly stood up, opened his arms, as if to embrace the entire crazy and desperate night in Gotham.

He took a deep breath, snapped his fingers, and said to his men in the darkness, "Bring Batman here, and while you're at it, bring our other friend, the Comedian."

A few minutes later, several thugs dressed in tacky clown costumes roughly dragged the two heavy figures up and threw them onto the wet ground like two bags of garbage.

One is Batman in a coma.

Batman's shattered mask rolled to the side, revealing Bruce Wayne's blood- and mud-stained jawline.

The other was a comedian who was bound hand and foot, tied up like livestock awaiting slaughter.

His signature shotgun was long gone, leaving only his tattered combat uniform.

The clown strolled over to the comedian, squatted down gracefully, like an artist examining his canvas.

Somehow, a small industrial electric drill appeared in his hand.

The drill bit spun at high speed, emitting a piercing shriek.

"Hey, old buddy."

The clown laughed and gently patted the comedian's blood-stained and sweat-covered cheek with the cold tip of his drill.

"How about we play a game called 'Electric Drill Massage'? It'll cure your stubbornness!"

"Get out of my way! You're insane!"

In response to the clown's threat, the Comedian spat at him.

After attacking the Ozymandias, the wounded Comedian had just returned to Gotham when he was captured by the Joker and his men.

The comedian tried to struggle free, but the ropes dug into his flesh.

"Oh!"

Then, the comedian's strong arm was pressed firmly onto the cold cement floor by a thug.

Shh! Relax and enjoy the service!

The clown chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Without hesitation, he slammed the high-speed spinning drill bit hard into the comedian's bare left deltoid muscle.

"Ugh!!!"

The comedian's signature hoarse laughter was instantly replaced by a heart-wrenching scream.

The drill bit was frantically gnawing at his arm, making a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the ground red, only to be quickly washed away by the rain.

The muscle fibers were torn apart by the drill, and the comedian's body convulsed violently like a fish out of water. Veins bulged on his neck and forehead, his eyeballs bulged out of pain, and inhuman hoarse sounds came from his throat.

"Tell me, where is this Dr. Manhattan you're talking about?"

The clown asked excitedly.

"Ugh!!!"

He didn't lessen the force in his hand at all, and even deliberately pressed the drill bit down.

"Tell me, where is that guy in your world who's all blue?!"

"I...fuck...your mother!"

The comedian forced out a curse through his teeth.

The excruciating pain in his body was causing him to lose consciousness.

“He…threw me here, threw me into this world, just…to…kill that…damn cat of the Pharaoh!” He practically roared, his voice unusually loud in the rainy night, “I…don’t know where that blue bastard is, fucking…let me go!”

Perhaps it was the Comedian's roar that woke Bruce, or perhaps it was his body's instinctive reaction to the excruciating pain.

A few meters away, Batman, who was lying on the ground, suddenly twitched and his tightly closed eyes snapped open.

His cloudy pupils regained a sharpness in an instant.

Bruce immediately saw the Joker's back, and the Comedian being pinned to the ground, his arms a bloody mess, screaming in agony.

His gaze also fell to the side, to the pantomime and marionettes with a morbid excitement on their faces.

Anger, like magma, instantly washed away the pain and weakness in my body.

Bruce Wayne let out a beast-like growl, unleashing his last bit of strength from somewhere, and sprang up from the ground.

Ignoring the excruciating pain tearing through his body, he lunged at the clown who had his back to him like a black lightning bolt.

"clown!"

This roar was like a thunderclap.

The clown turned around abruptly, and the smile on his painted face froze instantly.

Erica (the marionette) reacted immediately upon seeing Bruce wake up.

Her fingertips tensed instantly, and the invisible threads of her sword shot out like venomous snakes.

Marcos (the mime) slammed his hands together in the air, and a completely transparent, sharply edged glass wall instantly condensed in Batman's dash path.

Batman's charge was so powerful that he crashed into the invisible wall with a loud thud.

Spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the hard breastplate, and the enormous recoil caused his vision to go black and his blood to surge.

But Bruce withstood the impact, his body twisting incredibly with the force of the collision, and delivered a fierce side kick aimed at Erica's temple.

Erica gave a cold laugh, tilted her head slightly, and the tip of Batman's boot grazed her hair.

At the same time, she flicked her finger, and the incredibly strong thread wrapped around Batman's calf, tightening abruptly.

The sharp thread instantly cut through the Kevlar fibers, digging into the flesh, and blood gushed out.

"Uh!"

Batman grunted and paused in his movements.

Marcos seized the opportunity, his hands moving with the elegance of a conductor.

A dozen sharp, completely transparent glass cones instantly condensed in the air, shooting towards Batman's vital organs like a torrential rain, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound.

Batman twisted his body to dodge, while simultaneously throwing several batarangs at Marcos.

However, Erica's silk threads severely distorted his movements.

"Puff puff!"

Several glass spikes grazed his body and embedded themselves in the ground, scattering cement debris, but a few still pierced his shoulder blades and ribs.

The excruciating pain made his vision go black, and he froze completely.

The clown had already retreated to a safe distance, clapping his hands and emitting a piercing laugh.

"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful, Bat Baby! Look at you, risking your life for an old butcher, how touching! Hahahaha!"

Batman knelt on one knee, blood gushing from his wounds and the tight straps, staining the rainwater beneath his feet red.

Erica sneered and tightened her fingers, the silk threads cutting deeper into his flesh.

Marcos, meanwhile, made a fist with both hands, and new glass spikes condensed in the air, aiming at Batman's throat and heart.

"Game over, darling."

The clown smiled and pulled out a tiny folding nozzle from behind the belt of his flashy purple trousers.

He smoothly unfolded it, connected it to the fuel canister hidden in his crotch, and with a click, a miniature flamethrower instantly took shape.

Orange flames leaped in the nozzle, radiating scorching heat.

"A warm farewell to you!"

The Joker grinned maliciously and aimed his nozzle at Batman, who was almost powerless to resist.

His finger slowly moved toward the trigger, about to shoot flames at Batman.

At this critical moment!
"Buzz!"

A blinding golden beam of light, like a sword of divine punishment, descended from the sky without warning and crashed into the open space in front of the clown and the mime couple.

The intense light instantly engulfed the leaping flames, illuminating the entire roof as bright as day.

At the edge of the beam of light, several figures crashed to the ground like meteorites, splashing up large amounts of water.

At the very front of the group of figures, Peter appeared, carrying his youngest daughter, Mordred.

Mordred buried her face in her father's shoulder, her big, curious eyes looking at the clown.

Beside Peter, Azu floated off the ground, arms crossed, looking at the three clowns.

Raven was shrouded in the shadow of a deep purple hood, the shadows flowing around her like living things.

Immediately following behind, Pharaoh Witte Vitius strode out, holding the Siamese cat Boubastis tightly in his arms.

The cat seemed a little restless, squirming in his arms.

The Saturn Girl helps Johnny, an elderly man with faltering steps.

(End of this chapter)