American Comics: I've turned Superman into a dark superhero and created a dark universe.

Superman pulls the giant bell at Arkham Asylum.

Clang, clang, clang...

The piercing assembly whistle rang out.

One by one, the mental patients ran quickly to gather in the indoor hall.

Hundreds of mental patients in hospital gowns stared blankly at Superman.

It seems we have to wait for Superman to issue the order.

Superman kicked the wall open and shouted:

"The exercise is now beginning."

"You're free. Go all out in Gotham City and party. Do whatever you want."

"You, clown, stay."

With Superman's command.

The group of mental patients were originally confused and dazed.

A dazzling light shone in their eyes.

"Ah~~~~ The exercise has begun."

"It's a holiday today."

"Hahaha, isn't it Sunday today?"

"The dean is so kind, he actually gave us a holiday."

"I want to buy a rubber band, make a slingshot, and shoot through the director's windows."

"Idiot, look, isn't that the dean's head?"

"Wow, it really looks so real."

"I want to send the dean's head to his house."

"Are you fucking stupid? Just put it on him directly."

"Yes, I found the dean's body."

"Quickly find a screw, and quickly find some nails."

"I guarantee that once its head is attached, it will be perfectly secure."

"I, Penguin, have finally emerged, and the entire music scene is at my feet."

"Hey bro, let me give you a riddle: What does it mean when a toad blows up a balloon?"

"That's easy, a toad blowing up a balloon has quite a lot of breath."

"I really am the Penguin, the underworld emperor of Gotham, and you're insulting me."

"It's a good thing the hospital director isn't here. If he were, he would definitely speed up your treatment."

Penguin, Riddler, Two-Face, Bane, Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze, etc.

These vicious and uniquely mentally ill individuals.

Arkham came out in a mess.

Breathing in the fresh air outside.

Even my mood is sweet.

"Gotham, here I come."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"If we write more about Superman, we'll be completely free."

The whole of Gotham was in a frenzy.

The Superman destruction of Arkham is rapidly escalating.

at the same time.

Inside Arkham Asylum.

The Joker stared at Superman with utter composure.

Then he bowed deeply to Superman:

"I am deeply impressed by your generosity."

"Hahahaha, I'm so happy."

"I suddenly have a urge to have a competition with you."

"That is to see who has caused the more deep-rooted chaos."

"So, what do you think? Are you interested?"

"I felt an unprecedented surge of excitement."

Superman Lin Fan simply couldn't understand the thought processes of these mentally ill people.

But they discovered that the Joker wasn't that hostile.

This led to Superman's plans.

There wasn't much resistance.

As long as the other party is willing to cooperate.

Lin Fan didn't even mind preserving their independent personalities.

After all, controlling a marionette is not a very fun thing.

"Let's put the competition aside for now."

"I'm here to cooperate with you."

The clown was quite surprised, thought for a moment, tilted his head, and asked Lin Fan:

"I have witnessed your abilities on television."

Is there anything you can't do?

Why did you choose to collaborate with me?

"Do I have some special value?"

"Never mind all that."

"I am very interested in your proposal."

"Hahahaha, I promise you."

"Whatever your conditions, I will agree to them."

"Because it's so interesting."

Super God Lin Fan bluntly stated:

Do you want to become a superhero?

The clown burst into laughter after hearing this.

The laughter was hearty and unrestrained.

It was as if I had heard the craziest and funniest thing in the world.

My own ideas are crazy enough.

I never imagined that Superman's ideas were even more open-minded than mine.

This is chaos and disorder.

That is the ultimate goal the Joker pursues.

I, the clown, represent a concept.

What kind of concept is that?

Chaos!

A kind of madness!

An order has been turned upside down!

The collaboration proposed by Superman was exactly what they wanted.

Even if it's just a suggestion.

That left the Joker with no reason to refuse.

The clown felt his blood boil, his expression became frenzied, and he asked in a low voice:

"What should I do?"

"I couldn't resist standing on the high platform."

"I couldn't help but face the reporters' microphones."