The Joker was handcuffed as he sat in the prison of the police station, bored out of his mind.
He looked around in boredom. Other than him, there were many other prisoners in the cell. They were all members of The Joker who were captured that night and did not die. They took off their Joker masks, revealing a variety of faces. Some were young, some were middle-aged, and they looked like a motley crew. The only thing they had in common was their demeanor.
Their craziness made them look like a group of people who had escaped from Arkham.
They screamed in their cages, talking nonsense that no one could understand. The entire basement of the police station was filled with a foul atmosphere, as if it was a pilgrimage site for a group of cultists.
However, as their leader, the Joker sat quietly on the chair. He did not speak, did not make a fuss, and did not even change his sitting position. He seemed to be thinking about something.
On the wall not far away, the television was playing the statement that Harvey Dent had made 20 minutes ago. The prosecutor who had escaped death and completed another arrest seemed to be in a mess. However, the more he looked like this, the more it showed his work ethic.
Harvey was very relaxed when faced with the reporter's question.
"Yes, I'm not Batman. I've dreamed of being a superhero since I was young, but I can't be him. This operation was a well-planned arrest of the Joker. He is a very dangerous criminal. We sacrificed ourselves. They are the real heroes. We just did what we were supposed to do."
He looked at the camera and said sincerely,
"We are confident that we can restore order to Gotham quickly. This arrest has shown our determination. However, I still hope that the citizens can calm down. As long as we are united, people like the Joker are not scary. As for Batman, my identity has determined that I can't comment too much on him. However, personally, I have to thank him."
"If it wasn't for him, I would be able to meet you in a black and white photo."
"Tch …"
The Joker let out a mocking smile. He closed his eyes and leaned against the bars of the cell. No one knew what he was thinking.
Outside the observation room of the cage, Gordon and the other police officers were looking through the clown's belongings. To their shock, the clown had hidden a total of 23 small knives of different sizes in his clothes, but there was not a single gun. He seemed to be particularly fond of this kind of weapon that did not have much of a deterrent effect.
Click.
The door to the basement was pushed open. Gordon and Smith looked up and saw an unexpected guest.
Mayor Nestor walked into the basement surrounded by people. He walked to Gordon and looked at him seriously.
"Chief, you even fooled me."
Gordon replied apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor. I have to protect my family. Only by doing so can we capture him."
Nestor's expression suddenly turned joyful. He patted Gordon on the shoulder and said to the rest, "Don't worry.
"Look at our chief who just made a huge contribution. He really thought that I would scold him … No, Gordon, I just wanted to say that I almost thought that I had lost a true friend. Welcome back. With you around, I'm filled with confidence in this city."
The atmosphere in the basement became lively once more. Some of the young police officers even started clapping. However, there was one clapping that didn't make anyone happy. The mayor and Gordon turned around and saw the Joker sitting in the cell. He didn't have a smile on his face and seemed to be very serious. However, he was also clapping as if he was happy that Gordon had escaped death.
"So, this is the Joker?"
Mayor Nestor approached the cell and looked at the dangerous person who had turned Gotham upside down. The Joker looked back at him with a calm and slightly gloomy gaze. He looked just like a normal criminal.
But after a second, the Joker suddenly smiled. His eyes were filled with joy and the two scars on his lips were squeezed together with the white paint on his face.
"Mr. Nestor, you're so close to a criminal. Aren't you afraid that something bad might happen?"
Nestor was shocked by the smile and took a step back. When he saw the undisguised mockery in the Joker's eyes, the mayor's mood plummeted. Gordon saw that and stepped forward to ease the mayor's awkwardness. He used his body to break the eye contact between Nestor and the Joker.
"Actually, Mr. Mayor, I have something else to tell you. Why don't we talk about it in the office?"
Nestor knew that Gordon was trying to help him out. He smiled and patted Gordon on the shoulder.
"Go, hero of Gotham. No matter how big things are, they have to make way for heroes. Rest well tonight and spend some time with your family. We'll talk tomorrow."
Gordon smiled embarrassedly. He suddenly thought of something and asked, "What's the matter?
"Where's Harvey?"
Mayor Nestor asked as he walked out. "I had the people from the city hall send him home. He's a hero too and he needs to rest."
After the mayor left, Gordon's body stiffened on the spot. He slowly turned his head around and saw the clown leaning on the railing behind him. The clown was trying to squeeze his face out of the railing, but it only made him look more comical. Looking at Gordon's serious gaze, the clown stretched out two fingers and waved them in the air. He said with an innocent look on his face.
"Don't look at me like that. Didn't Harvey go back?"
As he spoke, he stuck his face in the railing and scratched his head. "Oh, maybe our hero needs some entertainment too. Going out at night is normal for young people, isn't it?"
Looking at Gordon's gloomy face, Inspector Smith immediately walked to the side and dialed on his phone. After three busy tones, everyone realized the severity of the situation.
"I'll go look for him immediately."
"No need."
Gordon stared at the Joker, trying to suppress his anger. "Lock him up in the interrogation room."
Twenty minutes later, all the police officers who had just relaxed were sent out to search for Harvey Dent. He was Gotham's newest hero and was synonymous with Gotham's law and order. If something happened to him, it would be a devastating blow to the confidence of the people and the city.
Inside the interrogation room, the clown placed his hands on the table and swung his fingers back and forth. He was having a great time playing with himself. There was a relaxed expression on his face, as if everything was under his control.
Wurz and the other gang leaders, who were already scared out of their wits, gave all their resources to Joker. They only had one request, which was to kill the Red Devil and then Batman. People in despair could not help but turn crazy. Wurz and the others were still in prison.
They had even volunteered to move in, especially after Maloney's gruesome corpse was found in the alley. Their dignity had long been shredded to pieces. It was too horrible to look at.
They already knew that they had gotten themselves into big trouble. No surrender was accepted, no negotiation was done, and the only result was to kill them all. They had already been driven crazy.
Gordon walked in and unplugged the power source of the surveillance camera in the interrogation room. He then sat opposite the Joker. The light in the interrogation room was weak. It could be said that other than Joker and Gordon, the surroundings were dark.
Gordon looked at him and said softly,
"Tell me, where is Harvey?"
Joker did not look at him and continued to play with his fingers. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth and asked,
"What time is it now?"
"What's the use of knowing the time? You should know that everyone here can't wait to kill you. Let's cooperate. At least you can keep your life. "
Gordon's tone was stiff. He probably did not think that he would get useful information from Joker. Hearing his words, Joker rolled his eyes.
"Look at me …"
He pointed at his face with his handcuffed fingers. There was a "gentle" smile on his face, as if he was chatting with an old friend. He smiled and said, "Do you think a person like me would care about a life? Come on, brother, I have a higher goal. "
He leaned back in his chair lazily.
"As for the time, it's related to whether our handsome Harvey will be in one place … or several places."
"Okay."
Gordon did not look at the time. Instead, he stood up and uncuffed Joker. Joker was a little surprised by this action. Gordon glanced at him. The director understood that when dealing with people like Joker, he could not think normally. He shrugged and picked up his coffee cup.
"I know I can't convince you, so I'll find someone else."
He walked out and drank his coffee. "I hope you have a good chat."
"Click."
The door closed, and all the lights in the interrogation room were switched on. Behind the clown, a black shadow appeared. Bruce reached out to grab the clown's head. When the clown was caught off guard, the clown's head slammed into the edge of the table.
"Bang!"
This collision was enough to make an ordinary person scream, but it only made Joker groan in pain. He rubbed his bleeding head and looked up at Batman, who was sitting opposite him. He looked at the bat-shaped helmet and said helplessly, "Hey, you bastard.
Don't start from the beginning. This will make the victim dizzy and make them unable to feel the pain. This is a very low-level method! "
Batman did not answer. Joker put down his hand and looked at him. There was a touch of excitement in his eyes. It was the excitement of a successful plan. He said excitedly, "Look, you see.
"You see, you're still here … You can't avoid this. You're always uncooperative. But this time, you'll play this game too. I know."
"This game is specially prepared for you!"
"Where is Harvey?"
Bruce's voice, which had been lowered by the voice changer, rang out in the interrogation room. In the past, he would use this method to intimidate criminals. After inflicting violence on them, very few people could withstand it. However, the Joker was different. He did not care about Batman's question at all. He just kept talking to himself.
"I want Batman to take off his helmet. I just want to see what you'll do. It's like a scale, you know?"
He stretched out his finger and gestured on the table. "One is a human life, and the other is your identity. I want to know what you'll do, hehe."
He leaned back in his chair. "You didn't let me down. You let 13 innocent people die, and you let poor Harvey take the blame for you. Tsk tsk, even a person like me feels cold-blooded. But don't worry, I'll tell you where Harvey is. I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!"
"Why do you want to kill me?"
Bruce asked. The clown made a shocked expression. He held his chin and licked his lips with his tongue. He said in a strange tone, "Oh, I'm so sorry.
"Hahahahaha, hahahahaha! Hahahaha, what are you talking about? I don't want to kill you. I've never wanted to kill you! Without you, what can I do? Go back and extort money from the gangs? "
He stretched out his finger and pointed at Batman, then at himself, and said meaningfully, "That's right.
"No, no, no, Batman, you make me complete!"
"You're just a scum who kills for money! You're no different from those damn killers! "
Batman said contemptuously. But this sentence provoked Joker. He slammed the table and then calmed down.
"No, no, no, don't copy what they say. You're different from them, you know? Even if you want to, you can't! "
He turned his head to look at the glass of the interrogation room. He seemed to be able to see the people standing on the other side. He seemed to be deliberately saying his words to them.
"To them, you're also a freak, just like me! When they need you, they'll sing your praises, just like in the past year. But when they don't need you anymore, they'll banish you, drive you away, just like how they treat a leper. They can't wait for you to disappear immediately. "
He waved his hands exaggeratedly, like a host giving a passionate speech. Batman looked at him coldly. Joker coughed softly, stood up, and opened his arms.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you may have heard about it from various places, but now, I'd like to solemnly introduce it to you. The rarest and most tragic mistake of the Creator is about to be presented to you!"
"Please allow me to introduce you to … ordinary people! Their body structure is ordinary, and to make up for this, their values are distorted. They inflate their importance to humans, boring social conscience, and haggard and withered optimism. Oh, this doesn't sound very hygienic, does it? "
The clown made a disgusted expression. His eyes were filled with malice and mockery.
"The most disgusting thing is that they value order, sobriety, and fragility. Once they're under too much pressure … they'll break!"
Under the dim light in the room, he stood up, walked around, and pretended to listen.
"Oh, I heard you ask how this thing is?"
"How else can it be? How can this pitiful, pathetic monster survive in this harsh, unreasonable modern society? I'm sorry, my answer is that it's not very optimistic. "
"Morals, rules, their so-called civilized rules are just a boring joke. They'll throw them away when there's trouble. They'll only be good people in times of peace. Oh, I said the same thing to the other Mr. Red. Do you know what he said to me?"
The clown spread his hands and revealed a smile.
"He said, I just want you to see that in times of crisis, these … these self-proclaimed civilized people will kill each other without hesitation … They'll eat each other. See, I think he's right. I'm really not a demon … I'm just thinking ahead, or should I say, retro. "
"You want to know what I'm doing, right?"
Joker leaned forward, and his voice became magnetic. "This is my game. You have to follow my rules. Choose one out of five … Let me see, who will you save? The great hero Harvey, an innocent little girl, a wife waiting for her husband to return, a little boy waiting for his father to return, or a … powerful mayor."
"Justice, purity, loyalty, bravery, power."
Joker held up five fingers. "Let me see, which one will you choose?"
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