I really don't want to be a disaster

He jumped up and down in Gotham eagerly, hiding here and there for a long time, thinking that he would be able to smash a wave of points.

Unexpectedly, Pan Zhengyi, the legendary clown in cosplay, who was born out of nowhere, cut off his beard directly.

This script...is completely wrong!

How the hell do you know when and where to explode?

Are you a prophet?

Or peeked at the script?

Is there any humanity left?

Is there any reason?

Do you have any compassion left?

"But it's okay..."

Li Erpang cried for a while, and quickly took out his mobile phone. Fortunately, he buried... more than one bomb!

Li Erpang never fights unprepared battles!

He wouldn't be so stupid as to put all his eggs in the same basket and explode!

This is wisdom, you two idiots!

Li Erpang just turned on the cell phone he snatched, and checked the time, it's almost time, hurry up!

Just now.

There was just a blast over there.

Unexpectedly, in the sky above Gotham, everyone can look up and see the phantom of Joker, and laugh again.

Seeing that gloomy smile, Li Erpang suddenly felt a kind of inexplicable...

An ominous foreboding.

"Jie Jie Jie - Crazy! It's also art!"

Flipping his palm, and then flipping it again, Pan Zhengyi suddenly pointed to Gotham City.

Another place!

Archie Goodwin International Airport!

With Pan Zhengyi's palm falling.

boom!

Soaring flames!

fry!

In Gotham City.

Zhu Yun'er, who was posting the post with the fastest hand speed, suddenly put her legs together and clamped them tightly in fright.

that direction...

It's the airport!

It's the explosive point she planted!

"Pan! Zheng! Righteous—"

Pan Zhengyi didn't seem to intend to stop at all.

I saw him closing his eyes, and his smile became more and more crazy and charming.

Palm together, one drop!

Vince Finkel Bridge!

fry!

Fall again!

Evanston High School!

Fry!

ACE Chemical Treatment Plant!

Fry, fry, fry!

……

"Crazy! Crazy! The world has gone crazy!"

Li Erpang stared blankly at the devil-like figure in the sky.

I feel like I have no fuc... to say.

This is obviously the bomb he planted, why did those two idiots come to a cosplay show and robbed them of all their crime points?

For those explosion sites, Li Erpang didn't get half a dime at all!

Not at all—!

The whole of Gotham City!

Completely insane!

The bursts of explosions that soared into the sky were like the fireworks of a festival, completely igniting the emotions of Gotham City!

This...is Gotham!

The pristine Gotham City!

Now, no matter who it is, no one suspects that this Joker, who is like a crazy musician and directs the entire celebration, is a fake.

That figure, that face, that crazy smile, that miraculous criminal method, he is undoubtedly...

Joker!

The real Joker!

suddenly.

chug-

A frenzied burst of gunfire rang out.

into everyone's ears.

The legendary Joker, the King of Darkness...was hit by a bullet in an instant and ran away with his head in his arms.

"Yo-yo--"

sizzle-

The projections in the whole city suddenly went out.

It's as if Joker never came.

But now Gotham has long been engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Only this celebration proves that he, the Dark Lord, Joker, once danced in the Gotham sky.

Li Erpang: "..."

Irene: "..."

Zhu Yun'er: "..."

Su Xiaosu: "..."

Gotham: "..."

Dr. Jack: "..."

PIA!

Little James Gordon, who was fighting fires all over the city, couldn't help but smashed the hat on his head to the ground after witnessing all this with his own eyes.

Wait, why did you say again?

Deja Vu.

If James Gordon Jr. had such a setting of hatred value, that inexplicable Joker would jump to the hatred value No. 2 in an instant.

As for the first...

Needless to say.

Still that darn charming and darn enigmatic gentleman, Edward Rin!

All be damned!

All criminals deserve to die!

and many more!

Little James Gordon was taken aback suddenly.

If this round of explosions happened one after another, if it was the work of the fake Joker... then what about the riddle gentleman's target?

His hasn't exploded yet!

But now that Gotham is riddled with holes, there aren't many targets left for Gentleman Riddler to blow up!

Where is it fried?

where?

Where is the location indicated by that extremely difficult riddle?

No, it should be said, where else could it be?

There's nowhere to blow up, okay?

Little James Gordon was angry and tangled, and subconsciously grabbed a handful of hair.

Unexpectedly, I caught a lot of them.

……

……

Bruce Wayne took a bath silently.

Dim room.

No lights on.

On the huge round bed, the quilt is uneven, the peaks and peaks are gathered together, and the waves are like angry waves.

There seemed to be four slim figures.

But...it doesn't matter.

Bruce Wayne suddenly smiled.

From the wine cabinet in the room, he took out a bottle of Lafite red wine.

"Hmm... this year, the taste is average, but unfortunately there is no better one at this time, let's just let it go."

He took two more transparent wine glasses.

Humming a ditty, he took the elevator and went straight to the top floor.

The roof of the Wayne Building is a platform capable of accommodating helicopter landings, with a large "H" letter printed in the center.

Put the red wine glass and red wine on the ground.

Bruce Wayne thought about it, and moved a small table and two small benches downstairs.

After spending 20 minutes setting up the small table and bench, Bruce Wayne opened the red wine with a "boom" and poured it into a special decanter.

"Ha ha……"

Bruce Wayne was just wearing a bathrobe and slippers, sitting on a small bench with his eyes closed, as if he was waiting for something.

Or... waiting for someone.

……