Joker's plan
Dilapidated rooms, dilapidated windows, dilapidated sofas.
The two figures were sitting on the sofa, watching with interest... the worn-out TV placed in front of the sofa.
Oh sorry, should say less relish.
"The crime rate in Gotham is skyrocketing these days, we don't know if there's a secret behind it... People live in panic every day, but fortunately Batman and Robin are fighting crime day after day. , so that people can go out in peace during the day..."
In Gotham, Batman is not liked by everyone, and even most media are reluctant to give him a positive evaluation.
But obviously, this station falls into the category of supporting Batman.
The man sitting on the sofa was unhappy about this, and rudely picked up the remote control to change the channel.
"In recent days, Batman's actions have become more and more frequent, and the number of witnesses has continued to increase. It is certain that Batman's assistant Robin has indeed been replaced by a thirteen-year-old child..."
At the end of the news, the media even played a clip of Batman and three generations of Robins shooting the hook and flying up the roof.
The man looked at this clip and fell into deep thought.
"That guy really likes the new and hates the old. He has changed three Robins in just a few years."
At this moment, an enchanting and charming female voice sounded, and her words were full of disgust and hostility towards Batman.
"You know who I'm talking about, that stinky bat! I suspect he's a pervert with a crush on underage boys! He is extremely sus".
"I can't be wrong because I'm a psychiatrist and I can see that he's trying to hide his mental illness."
This is a tall, sexy, hot woman in shorts and a crop top, her hair are double ponytails, one ponytail dyed pink and the other blue.
Her name is Harley Quinn the Joker's loyalist follower
"And my little pudding will not be as cold-blooded as Batman. He will never change his assistants. Only I am qualified to stand by his side."
Suddenly, Harley showed an idiot-like expression that was enough to make people fall into glasses, and saw that she straddled the Joker's lap, wrapping her hands around his neck.
"Am I right, Mr. J?"
The next second, the clown pushed Harley to the ground impatiently.
"Harley, how many times have I said, don't disturb me while I'm thinking!"
"Although I didn't think about anything...I don't care if Batman likes little boys or old men, it doesn't matter to me if he likes getting poked in the ass, of course I don't mind poking his ass, I hope you can understand what I mean."
"I mean…"
"Uh!"
The clown grabbed Harley's neck and said with cold eyes, "I didn't say you are my assistant, and you are not irreplaceable."
The suffocation surged up, and Harry couldn't help rolling his eyes.
"I...I know...Mr.J..."
"Just know, my little sweetheart, I'm so proud of you."
The clown let go of his hand, then hugged Harry and laughed.
"I feel great, Pudding, we might be able to play this a lot later."
Harley's face was also full of happy smiles at this time, as if it wasn't her who almost suffocated to death just now.
"Hahahahahaha!"
The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
Do you think these two are weird? But this is their daily life.
Normal people will never understand the behavior of these lunatics.
"Batman is starting to regain his composure because of that new Robin, which is not a good sign."
Smiling and laughing, the clown suddenly changed into a serious face.
There was a strange light in his eyes.
"Batman is trying to hide his nature, and I'm going to uncover that and show people the real face of the Batman they adore, the real face of everyone!"
At this moment, the clown's tone was even a bit righteous and awe-inspiring.
"We need to give Batman a little new thrill."
After speaking, he calmly took out a photo from his purple suit and stuffed it into Harley's chest.
"Come here, Harley's, and bring the people inside to meet me."
The exposed corner of the photo on Harley chest just happened to be the sign of a building.
Tompkins Private Practice…
On the other side, Vongola Orphanage.
'Leslie is Batman's exclusive doctor. The Joker kidnaps the second Robin to make Batman out of control, but the appearance of the third Robin is very likely to make the Joker's plan fail. '
Snake Eyes held a sign with three sentences written on it.
Just now, Raphael told him about Leslie's secret relationship with Batman.
Then the two began to communicate abnormally. After the master of Snake Eyes was killed, he vowed to never speak again.
We don't know what the word has to do with the killing of the master, but Snake Eyes communicates with others either by sign language or by writing.
After getting a positive answer from Raphael, Snake Eye wrote another sentence on the sign.
'In order to further stimulate Batman and deepen Robin's hatred of Batman, the Joker might attack Leslie? '
"I can't be 100% sure, but I think it's very likely to happen. After all, Dr. Tompkins is not Batman and doesn't have such strong anti-detection capabilities."
Raphael said lightly, Leslie has always lived well in the original work but living well does not mean that he has not encountered danger.
"The process of her going to treat Batman, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not be discovered by someone with a heart. The Joker knows that she has a great relationship with Batman."
Snake Eyes nodded, Raphael's conjecture is very reasonable, a madman like the Joker can do anything to stimulate Batman.
If something happened to Leslie, Bruce and Jason would have a huge impact on even Dick, who was already solo.
"I asked Wanda and Pietro to look after the Tompkins Clinic just to protect her."
'I'll go as well. '
The last sentence, Snake Eye will not believe it anyway, Vongola must have other intentions.
No matter what Raphael's purpose is, Snake Eyes must personally go and confirm Leslie's safety.
"Of course you can, and that's exactly what I hope."
Raphael smiled mysteriously.
…
A few days later, late at night.
Crime Alley.
A private clinic was lit up, and it was the only building nearby that was lit late at night.
Even in the most chaotic Eastern District, doctors are generally high-ranking existences.
No one can guarantee that they will not get sick, not to mention that Leslie's medical fees are pitifully low.
Inside the clinic, Leslie was sorting out the medicine as always, unaware of the impending danger.
Led by a woman, a dozen people wearing clown masks gathered in front of the clinic...