The party that Bruce had prepared had turned into a stage for the Joker. The man was wearing a dirty purple jacket with a green singlet underneath. He had a crooked tie and his face was painted white. There were two scary scars at the corner of his lips, they looked like they were about to rip his mouth open.
Paired with the black paint on his eyes, the undisguised malice in his eyes, and the messy hair and high hairline, if you ran into this man on the street, you would choose to stay as far away from him as possible. This man's face had the word 'dangerous' written all over it.
He was the kind of person who should be locked up in a mental hospital after being discovered. Arkham's name was a perfect match for him.
Rachel was more than willing to follow Bruce's advice and hide here until he returned. Unfortunately, Rachel couldn't bear to see the people here get slaughtered by this madman. As a prosecutor, Rachel knew better than most how crazy this man could get when he went mad …
She just wanted to buy time until Bruce returned. But when she stood up to face the Joker, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. The Joker released Leonard. He hummed as he stood up. His hand that held the knife ran through his hair. He seemed to be worried about his image that couldn't get any worse.
He approached Rachel. He looked at her and revealed a very 'polite' smile. In all fairness, when the Joker wasn't crazy, his voice was very pleasant to the ears. It had a unique magnetism to it.
"Miss Prosecutor, Madam Rachel … Can you tell me, Harvey, your boss, where is your boyfriend?"
Rachel didn't answer. He walked around Rachel. He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. He seemed to have smelled something that normal people couldn't.
"Are you afraid of me?"
He took a step back and slid the knife across his face. His voice was sorrowful. "I know, girls are afraid of me … Is it because of the scars on my face?"
At this moment, he was very quiet, like a person who was looking for someone to pour out his sorrows to. But at the next moment, in the blink of an eye, he exploded like a wild beast. He stretched out his hand and pinched Rachel's chin, who was caught off guard, and pulled her body towards him.
The others couldn't help but scream because the clown's knife was right at Rachel's neck. His breathing started to quicken and the gentleness in his eyes was gone. Instead, it was replaced by a touch of madness, a madness that wanted to destroy everything beautiful and violent.
"Do you know how these scars came about?"
Rachel's face was fixed in place. The sharp blade was pressed against her cheek. If Joker moved his finger, it would leave an ugly scar on her face. Probably because he saw the fear in Rachel's eyes, Joker felt that his evil desire was satisfied. His knife relaxed slightly.
His voice and emotions became gentle again. It was as if he was telling a story.
"I used to have a wife … She was very beautiful. I loved her very much. She was as beautiful as you. She didn't mind my ugliness or my personality. We were very loving. She always told me that I was unhappy because I thought too much. She always encouraged me to smile …"
The clown licked his lips, and this action caused the scar on his lips to move as well. It was a smile that would cause people to lose sleep at night, and his story continued.
"But even the most perfect person has a weakness. She liked to gamble and was in a lot of debt. Those damn gangsters disfigured her face … We didn't have the money for the surgery. Really, really, I couldn't do anything. Do you know how painful that was? I couldn't do anything … "
Joker's words were painful, but his face was cold. It was as if he was telling someone else's story.
"She stopped smiling. She cried all day. I wanted her to know that I didn't care about those scars. I just wanted to see her smile. So I put the razor in my mouth … I wanted to tell her that it was nothing. It was really nothing … I didn't care what she looked like."
A strange smile appeared on his face.
"But do you know what happened? Here came the funniest part … She couldn't stand me anymore. She left … Hahaha, you see, how funny this world is! When I saw the unbearable side of this world, my tolerance for it reached its limit! "
He let go of Rachel and took a step back. He ran his hand through his hair.
"Look, I'm always smiling now. I'm always …"
"Puff!"
Something in Rachel's hand pierced his abdomen, but it was blocked by Joker's fingers. Blood dripped to the ground. He looked up, as if he couldn't feel the pain. He tilted his head and looked at Rachel carefully.
"Look, look, I underestimated you … You little wild cat."
It was a dagger. A gentle woman like Rachel shouldn't be carrying such a thing, but it was in Rachel's hand. It was a gift from Saber for self-defense.
"Bang!"
Joker waved his hand and Rachel's body fell to the ground.
"You're a little violent. Aha, I like you …"
He sniffled and strode forward. But the next moment, he looked at the glass in front of him. There, a dark red shadow was rapidly approaching.
"Bang!"
The glass shattered. Joker shielded himself with his left arm and retreated quickly. He sensed danger, but not everyone was as sensitive as him. Two of Joker's thugs raised their guns instinctively. The red shadow jumped a few times on the ground. Then, everyone heard the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.
The thug who raised his gun had a dagger in his chest. His body went limp and fell to the ground. The other thug was about to shoot, but the shadow rushed forward and picked him up. It spun twice on the spot and threw him into the broken glass behind them.
Everyone heard a drawn-out scream. Only then did they see who it was. He was wearing dark red battle armor and a dark red cloak behind him. However, he was wearing a broken ghost mask. The mask was distorted as if it was broken into pieces. There were also three black burn marks on it that looked like the claw marks of a wild beast.
He took out his dagger from the chest of the villain who was lying in a pool of blood, and then pulled Rachel up from the ground. Under the blue lenses, there was a smile of reunion in his eyes. He reached out and touched the red and swollen part of Rachel's face.
"Don't worry, I'm here …"
"Sa … You … You're still alive. That's great. Thank God."
Rachel and Saber had never stopped contacting each other. They were very good friends, the kind that didn't involve romantic feelings. He reached out and blocked Rachel. He looked at Joker and the thugs who had gathered around him with weapons.
"Hello, Joker …" he said.
The voice that was distorted by the voice changer resounded in the hall. It wasn't hoarse, but it was extremely heavy, even bringing with it some echoes. "Were you the one who caused the explosion in the Devil's Gang?"
Joker was stunned. Before he could answer, Saber snorted.
"Ah, I'm really confused. The answer doesn't matter. You know what? I really don't like you, but I'm really happy to see that you're still alive … "
"But you'll only live until tonight!"
Bang!
The floor beneath his feet cracked open, and his entire body instantly surpassed the speed of a normal person. He rushed out with the speed of a cat hunting for its prey. The Clown Gang member couldn't even aim properly.
"Ah, a new troublemaker! Do you think anyone can run around in this city in these days just because they don't have the right to do so? "
Joker gritted his teeth and raised his gun.
"This game is getting more and more fun … This city is crazy. Anyone wearing a mask can jump out and become a hero."
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots rang out. Saber rushed into their formation. The guy in the front row couldn't block him. The dagger pierced his heart and was pulled out.
Poof!
The L-shaped blade on his other arm brushed past the neck of the unlucky guy, causing blood to spurt out. The Joker's eyes twitched when he saw this. He quickly broke away from the others and sprinted forward on all fours. He could tell that this guy was completely different from Batman. Killing people was as easy as drinking water for him.
Joker hated people like him who had no bottom line. This meant that many of his tricks were useless against Saber.
In a short 4 seconds, only one of the Clown's men was left. Seiber's gun was pointed at the Clown's forehead. All he needed to do was to move his finger and the Clown would be dead. At this moment, a scream came from behind him.
"Ah!"
When Joker crawled over, Rachel realized that something was wrong. She wanted to dodge, but someone pushed her. She lost her balance and fell to the ground. Joker held her hostage.
"Hey, you, put down your gun or I'll …"
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
The Joker's head was pierced by a bullet. Warm blood splashed on the faces of the people around him. They screamed and ran away. Saber held the smoking gun and turned around. He looked at Joker and Rachel in his arms. He sounded confused.
"What did you want to say? Sorry, I didn't hear you. "
"You're a troublemaker …"
A look of annoyance flashed across the clown's face. He lowered his voice and said, "Why do bastards like you always appear when I'm having fun? Those gangsters are really useless!"
"Don't ask too much of them … they're just a bunch of trash."
Saber stepped forward and Joker stepped back. Saber's low voice rang in the hall. "They're just like you. No, no, no. You're much worse than them. Look at you, a pathetic lunatic. You don't even know what you want. Do you really think you can control everything? Do you really think that your pathetic brain is filled with something shocking? "
"What are you trying to prove with your crazy behavior? Does it mean that everyone is as ugly as you are? "
Saber bent down and picked up his knife.
"Let me tell you … your little tricks are useless in front of my knife. I killed 200 people to find you. If necessary, I'll kill anyone who stands in front of me and prevents me from finding you. You've offended someone you shouldn't have. If there's no accident, you're dead tonight."
Saber held the knife in front of him. He tilted his head.
"You see, you need some luck. Really."
"Hey, don't be so sure …"
Joker wasn't angry at Saber's mocking words. On the contrary, his voice was filled with a special kind of interest. He took a few steps back and placed Rachel's body outside the platform. Behind them was the broken window. His gaze swept over Saber. Being looked at as if he was some kind of object, Saber felt goosebumps rise on his skin.
"Do you think you're a person without a bottom line?"
Joker's voice was full of playfulness.
"I don't believe that a person has no bottom line. When you still have something you care about, your strength will become your biggest weakness. I like to prove …"
Bang!
A black shadow fell from the sky and landed silently behind Joker. A punch landed on his neck and sent him flying forward. The other hand supported Rachel. In the dark night, Batman's cape parted behind him.
On the other hand, Seiber bent down and lifted the clown up by his collar. Beneath his ghastly mask, his eyes glinted coldly.
"What did you say you wanted to prove?"
Joker's face didn't show any fear. He opened his mouth and an unlucky expression appeared on his face.
"The show is about to start. Unfortunately, I'm just an audience. This is really disappointing. You're right, I need some luck."
But in the next moment, the helplessness turned into a terrifying smile. His tone became relaxed.
"But demon, do you really think that the black bat that fell from the sky will let you kill me?"
The empty hall was filled with scattered debris. It should have been quiet, but the atmosphere in the hall froze after Joker's words.
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