Gotham City has been getting very lively lately, so lively that many people are confused.

After the people of Gotham enjoyed the peace for several years, all of a sudden, overnight, all the ghosts, snakes, and gods of Gotham City popped up.

Criminals, bounty hunters, mercenaries, gangsters, swarms.

The Joker provokes Batman every day and engages in complex brain-burning crime games, but now, in this game, there is obviously a lot more players.

Bruce had just come out of the mayor's office, his face expressionless, but everyone could see the gloom in his eyes, and the city's richest man was not in a good mood.

It's 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 to do tricky things in the quickest way.

But Bruce is not a fool, he has long sensed that there is something wrong with this mayor, and it is the person who Downey arranged in the first place.

But so what? What could he do? Kill this mayor directly?

What's the difference between that and a criminal, not to mention that this mayor is doing a very good job.

The phone rings, and his old butler, Alfred, sends him a bad message.

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

"This scoundrel!" Bruce's expression was cold and hard, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

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

It's been a long, long time since there have been any vicious incidents in Gotham City.

The soil on which the gang survived was shoveled away by Donnie five years ago and paved with concrete. There is a gray character Anderson in the underworld under the leadership, using iron-blooded means to clean up batch after batch of new gangsters who are not afraid of death, as long as the source of evil, the owl court, does not take the initiative to stir up trouble, ordinary gangsters are easy to deal with.

The Owl Court is very honest, and the more they know Donnie, the more honest they become, and they don't dare to move casually.

At the civilian level, it is a guy named Old Jack who overseers, an old man who was a homeless man a few years ago, has already taken control of a large number of weapon channels in Gotham City, and has become a loyal person planted in Gotham City by the Sky Eye Society.

With the addition of the mayor, who openly and secretly made it convenient for Old Jack and Anderson, the entire Gotham City was completely transformed, and the crime rate plummeted, becoming one of the lowest crime cities in the United States - although the covert massacre against the gangsters continued, it was the ambitious guys who died, and no one took pity on them.

Gotham City has also been honored by the White House more than once for this.

But now, Gotham City has suddenly become lively, all kinds of chaotic people have run into Gotham City, and some citizens have even said that they have seen the battle between magicians and demons, and they have been ridiculed.

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

Bruce put down the phone, his brow furrowed slightly, his senses had not degenerated, and he clearly smelled danger.

The profession of magician has not been an unacceptable term for the past two years, and Bruce has forced himself to accept these new superhumans, but the mood is not so good.

His instincts told him that Batman might have to put on his suit again, that he wouldn't allow the city to become chaotic again, that Sin City's hat had been taken off so hard, and that he would never allow anyone to be buttoned up again.

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

Bruce took a breath and limped to his feet, the first thing Batman did to return to the darkness was to find a way to heal the lame leg first, and every rainy day, this painful leg reminded him of Harvey, who was knocked down from a tall building and died, the two-faced man who had gone from knight to criminal.

Five years is enough to change a lot of things, but a lot of things can't be changed at all.

……

In a hidden place, an eerie conversation is going on.

“…… A lot of people think I'm crazy, clown, but I know you won't, and you'll agree with me, right? I always tell people, don't take yourself very seriously, you don't know how great the others are, I've seen many, many troublesome guys, I've been killed many times, but no one cares about me......"

The clown licked his lips and went crazy, and every moment he took a knife and slashed it around his mouth, muttering something in a whisper, but no one could hear him.

The strange guy in front of him, whom he had known not long ago, just glanced at it, and this mercenary who called himself Deadpool followed him to death, saying inexplicable words in his mouth.

"Look, Joker, you're a great guy, I mean, you're nothing now, but you're probably great in the future, I've seen a lot of you, and every single one of you is surprising and annoying......"

Deadpool chattered, patted the table from time to time, and walked around nervously. It's hard to find a guy who doesn't take him for a crazy person, and he has to say a good thing.

"Hey, man, do you know what you're like right now, an alcoholic! Hah, but I know you're not an alcoholic, because alcoholics don't say such clear crazy things - I mean, your topic is interesting, but I don't think it's interesting, let's talk about something else. The clown muttered, making a loud noise, took the knife out of his mouth and slammed it into the table.

Then the clown muttered in a low voice, nervously carving a pattern on the table, a pattern of a large bat.

"Oh, you really annoy me, I really want to kill you with a knife......" Deadpool was a little dissatisfied, pulling out his carbon steel knife and gesturing at the Joker's neck.

The clown grinned, "I suddenly like you a little, huh...... It's like you now, and it's more of my appetite. The red you are different from the black you. ”

"But I always feel awkward......" Deadpool looked down and tugged at his dark clothes, frowning, a little unhappy.

The clothes that were originally red were suddenly entangled in a black slime-like creature, and they became like this, but he thought it was fresh, so he didn't tear them off.

This black thing gives him a new color of uniform, more speed, and more strength. Oh, the only downside is that it magnifies his inner desires, but that's not a problem, is it? Master Deadpool has always been a good guy who can restrain himself.

"Why don't we just do something more interesting, I'm bored, I can help you have some fun, but it costs money, and my commission is very expensive." Deadpool chattered, and when he saw that he had attracted the Joker's attention, he excitedly said, "Batman! Or Bruce Wayne! ”

"Joker, I'm proposing that we go straight to Bruce Wayne's trouble! We take knives and put them around the necks of him and his girlfriend Rachel, and with a bang, smoke rises, and Batman will save Rachel! ”

Deadpool said with his teeth and claws, very excited.

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

"What do you say? Do you know what you're talking about? I'm looking for Batman, it's that big bat~ It's not some noble boy Bruce! ”

The Joker suddenly went berserk, picked up the knife, and rushed up with a brisk stride and stabbed Deadpool in the stomach, one, two, a dozen stabs, and kept stabbing him.