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Gotham City has become very lively recently, so lively that many people are at a loss.

After the people of Gotham enjoyed a few years of peace, all kinds of ghosts and monsters in Gotham City suddenly appeared overnight.

Criminals, bounty hunters, mercenaries, and gangsters all appeared in droves.

The clown provokes Batman every day and plays complex brain-burning crime games, but now, there are obviously more players in this game.

Bruce just came out of the mayor's office, his face was expressionless, but everyone could see the haze in his eyes. The biggest rich man in this city was not in a very good mood.

Even a little bad.

He and the incumbent mayor have gotten along very happily in the past few years, and there always seems to be a tacit understanding between the two of them, and they handle difficult things in the fastest way.

But Bruce is not a fool. He has long noticed that there is something wrong with the mayor, and he was the one arranged by Downey.

But so what? What can he do? Kill the mayor directly?

What's the difference between that and a criminal, not to mention that the mayor has done a very good job.

The phone rings, with bad news from his old butler, Alfred.

"Sir, the Joker has once again declared war on Batman in front of the media," Alfred said.

Bruce said coldly: "What did he do this time?"

"He killed five people, saying it was a gift to celebrate Batman's five-year retirement."

"This scoundrel!" Bruce looked cold, with a chill in his eyes.

Although the Dark Knight has disappeared from the public for five years, it does not mean that it is completely extinct in the world, but observes the world and the city from a different angle.

It's been a long, long time since there have been any bad things happening in Gotham City.

The soil on which gangsters lived was shoveled away by Downey five years ago and paved with concrete. There is a gray figure in the underworld, led by Anderson, who uses iron and blood methods to clean up batch after batch of new gangsters who are not afraid of death. As long as the owl court, the source of evil, does not take the initiative to provoke trouble, ordinary gangsters are easy to deal with.

The Owl Court is very honest, the more they get to know Downey, the more honest they become,

Don't dare to move casually.

On the civil level, it is supervised by a guy named Old Jack. This old man who was a homeless man a few years ago has already mastered a large number of weapons channels in Gotham City and has become a loyal man of the Sky Eye Society in Gotham City.

With the addition of the mayor, who facilitated old Jack and Anderson overtly and secretly, the entire Gotham City has been completely transformed, and the crime rate has plummeted, making it one of the cities with the lowest crime rate in the United States—although the massacres against gangsters have been secretly Go on, but the ones who die are those ambitious guys, no one will take pity on them.

Gotham City has been commended by the White House more than once for this reason.

But now, Gotham City suddenly became lively. All kinds of messy people ran into Gotham City. Some citizens even claimed to have seen the battle between magicians and demons, and were laughed at.

But Bruce knew it was true, and he came to the mayor to confirm the news.

Bruce put down the phone, frowning slightly, his senses have not deteriorated, he clearly smelled danger.

The profession of a magician has not been an unacceptable term in the past two years. Bruce also forced himself to accept these new superhumans, but his mood was not so good.

His intuition told him that maybe Batman should put on his battle robe again. He would not allow the city to become chaotic again. After taking off the Sin City hat with great difficulty, he would never allow it to be put on again.

The clown wants to play with him? Very good, let's see who can play whom.

Bruce took a breath, and walked with a limp. The first thing that brought Batman back to the darkness was to find a way to heal the limped leg. Whenever it rained, this throbbing leg let He thought of Harvey, the double-faced man who turned from a knight to a criminal, who was knocked off a tall building by him and fell to his death.

Five years is enough to change many things, but many things cannot be changed at all.

...

In a hidden place, a weird conversation is going on.

"...Many people think of me as a lunatic, clown, but I know you won't, you will agree with me, right? I always tell people, don't take yourself so seriously, you don't know how much else Great, I have seen many, many troublesome guys, and have been killed many times, but no one cares about me..."

The clown licked his lips, in a frenzy, and after a while, he stuffed a knife into his mouth and scratched it, muttering something, but no one could hear him clearly.

This strange guy in front of him was something he had met not long ago. After just one glance, this mercenary who called himself Deadpool followed him, saying inexplicable words.

"Look, clown, you are an amazing guy, I mean, you are nothing now, but you may be amazing in the future, I have seen a lot of you, and every single one of you is amazing and even more amazing. Hate……"

Deadpool chattered, slapped the table from time to time, and walked around nervously. After finally finding a guy who doesn't treat him like a lunatic, he wants to have a good time.

"Hey man, do you know what you're like now, a drunk! Ha, but I know you're not a drunk, because drunks don't talk insanely clear--I mean, your topic is interesting, but I don't think it's funny , let's talk about something else." The clown muttered loudly, took the knife out of his mouth, and stabbed it hard on the table.

Then the clown murmured in a low voice, and nervously carved a pattern on the table, a pattern of a big bat.

"Oh, you really hate me, I really want to kill you..." Deadpool was a little dissatisfied, pulled out his carbon steel knife, and gestured at the clown's neck.

The clown grinned wildly: "I suddenly like you a little bit, um... because I like you now, and I like you more. The red you and the black you are always different."

"But I always feel awkward..." Deadpool lowered his head, pulled his dark clothes, frowned, a little unhappy.

The original red clothes were suddenly entangled by a dark slime-like creature, and it became like this, but he thought it was very fresh, so he didn't tear it off.

The black thing gave him a new color suit, greater speed, and greater strength. Oh, the only downside is that it magnifies his inner desires, but that's not a problem is it? Lord Deadpool has always been a good man who can restrain himself.

"Why don't we just go and do something more interesting, I'm tired of it, I can help you find some fun, but it will cost money, my commission is very expensive." Deadpool muttered, seeing that the clown was attracted Attention, he said excitedly, "Batman! Or Bruce Wayne!"

"Joker, I propose that we go straight to Bruce Wayne's trouble! We take the knife, put it on his neck and his girlfriend Rachel's neck, and boom, smoke rises, Batman will rescue Rachel !"

Deadpool described it with his teeth and claws, very excited.

But the clown suddenly stopped what he was doing, turned his head, and his already ferocious face became even more distorted and terrifying!

"What are you talking about? Do you know what you're talking about? What I'm looking for is Batman, that big bat~ not some noble boy Bruce!"

The clown suddenly went berserk, picked up the knife, rushed forward and stabbed Deadpool hard in the stomach, once, twice, a full dozen times, and kept on stabbing.