After Peter finished saying this sentence, he seemed to have discovered something wrong with it.
Does he not know Peter or is Peter's friend Spider-Man
He couldn't help but fell silent, and could only use all his strength to move the stones piled up in the doorway destroyed by the explosion, but the loss of Spider-Man's superpower made this job not as simple as before.
Suddenly someone took over the heavy stone in his hand.
Spider-Man suddenly lightened his hand and raised his head in astonishment, facing a steel mask.
Stark threw the stone away, and an electromagnetic voice came from the armor: "How dare you hang up my phone?"
Peter: "..."
He took a step back frightened by Stark's tone, but accidentally tripped over the gravel under his feet.
But he didn't fall off the stone slab, Iron Man grabbed him just in time.
Stark quickly glanced at the information brushed out on the mask, lowered his voice after confirming that there were no watchers nearby, and said in an irresistible tone: "Go back to your assistant's office and change this suit. Come down, don't show up here again—continue the original undercover mission for now, but I will immediately let Fury arrange someone to replace you."
"Mr. Stark, please listen to my explanation..." Peter took a step forward in surprise, but almost tripped over a stone again.
Stark sent him directly to the ground below this time.
"I don't want to say it a second time, get out of here immediately."
Peter was silent for a moment.
"I understand." The young man said softly, then turned and walked towards the office building. The inside of the hood is a little stuffy, maybe because I sweated a little earlier.
Without superpowers, his physical fitness is not even as good as that of an ordinary person—otherwise, he wouldn't have spent so many years being bullied in school.
The young man's thin back looked a little dazed.
Stark frowned looking at the direction Peter was leaving, he opened his mouth and found he couldn't say anything - this kind of thing didn't seem to suit him.
What suits him better is to forget his troubles on the spot, so he raised the palm cannon and directly blasted away the stones blocking the doorway, revealing Harley Quinn waving a folding chair with an excited face inside.
But at the same time, the excitement was interrupted by another black figure that suddenly pierced through the ceiling from above the corridor and landed heavily on the ground.
Zhang Dianyu watched Harley Quinn's expression suddenly change from joy to depression.
"It's you again," she said with displeasure written all over her face, "Why are you, a big black flying mouse, disturbing the two-person world of Pudding and me again!"
A question mark slowly appeared in the minds of the other people present.
Even if he is mentally ill, shouldn't his brain be so bad that he can't see so many living people
Zhang Dianyu also felt a little uncomfortable—he was still a prison here, and those inside escaped casually, and those outside came in to save people casually, and he always felt that something was wrong.
But Batman and Iron Man are here to help, and he obviously shouldn't blame the two superheroes at this time.
"Harley Quinn," said a dignified voice, "you know that it is impossible for you and the clown to escape from prison in front of us."
Zhang Dianyu looked back and saw a blond man walking in wearing an American flag tights and holding a gaudy buckler.
Of course, there is no need to doubt the identity of this person—Captain America is the only old man who can dress like this without smiling.
Facing Zhang Dianyu's gaze, Captain America nodded slightly, showing a consoling smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Warden, the Avengers... and Batman, don't intend to interfere in prison affairs—these people are under the long-term surveillance of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Those on the list, we are here to help."
"Wow..." There was a soft exclamation from the inside of the corridor.
But the sigh didn't last long, and was quickly interrupted by a throat lock.
"Stop playing tricks, clown, what do you want to do?" Batman grabbed the clown by the neck with one hand and pinned him to the wall, paused for two seconds, then turned his head and introduced himself.
"I am Batman."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Although this sentence was not specific, he found that Mr. Wayne—no, Batman's face was facing in his direction.
All right, then he could only pretend he didn't know him and nodded reluctantly, watching the farce off the court with a slight frown.
The Joker let out a short laugh that escaped from his jammed throat like a trampled duck.
"Bat, bat, bat..." He clicked his tongue with excitement in his eyes, "Miss me?"
Batman was obviously used to this, and without hesitation pinched the clown's neck and bumped to the side, but behind him came a desperate sob from deep in his throat.
The clown covered his head and couldn't breathe out of laughter. When he heard Harley Quinn's sobbing, he stopped smiling a little and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Harry... did I bring my playing cards?"
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help it: "Why on earth do you want that deck of cards?"
"Well... my little warden..." The clown laughed again, "What kind of clown doesn't have playing cards? Of course I want a deck of cards." He spit out the blood foam in his mouth and looked at it with a smile come over.
Zhang Dianyu felt that the clown might not be cured, but he was different from Batman, he didn't intend to ask the clown what he wanted, he just wanted to tie him up and give him a sedative.
One needle a day, quietly.
Zhang Dianyu waved to the nurses: "It's your turn."
The staff in blue-green nursing uniforms rushed forward shyly, ready to forcefully put the clown on the boat.
Harley Quinn was stopped behind by Captain America's shield, but she didn't seem to intend to break through the encirclement, her eyes flickered with uncertainty.
"Wait," the Joker suddenly said lazily, "Warden... sir? Not even your gun-toting guards shot at me, except for some violent—I'll call it a criminal little bat vigilante." , what does this mean?"
He spread his hands and smiled wildly: "—I didn't do anything."
It makes a lot of sense.
But Zhang Dianyu is not a well-behaved warden—otherwise his free fire would have been turned off long ago.
He didn't know where the clown got the information, and he was able to discover the law of free fire in the prison. After all, usually law enforcement officers do not have the right to shoot directly, at least they need to fire a warning shot.
"You're right," Zhang Dianyu nodded in agreement, "Do it."
"I feel like I should stop...Captain," Stark said from a private channel, turning off the external voice, "but I don't think so, do you agree?"
team leader:"… "
After whispering, is there still a chance for him to object? And he stopped Harley Quinn here, and there was no way to prevent the paramedics from coming forward to take coercive actions against the clown.
But this is a prison, and no one else has a say in what the warden does with his mentally ill criminals.
Captain America also stuck to his position, did not take a step back, and held up his buckler to stand ready.
The clown raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay... I just want to go back to that morgue, isn't that too much to ask, Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu didn't want to pay attention to the clown at first, but his special love for the mortuary really made people... a little involuntarily curious.
He raised a hand to the rushing nurse: "Wait a minute, listen to him."
The nurses paused, seemingly relieved.
Zhang Dianyu felt a little strange, why did they know that clowns were dangerous—or, logically speaking, they shouldn't care about this
The clown licked his lips with a grin. "Mr. Warden, I'm very good—you know that, don't you?"
Zhang Dianyu glanced at his watch: "You have 30 seconds—Mr. Batman over there, please restrain yourself a little bit, I see you want to do it again."
Batman: "You don't know him at all, and you shouldn't have given him a chance to talk."
Zhang Dianyu: "Then you shot him dead long ago, why did you send him here?"
Stark gasped secretly and gave him a thumbs up from behind.
Batman: "..."
Since he covered his face, Zhang Dianyu couldn't see the wonderful expression on it, after all, he certainly wouldn't open his mouth in a circle like Peter was surprised.
The clown listened to this conversation and laughed so hard that he was about to roll on the ground. In fact, Zhang Dianyu probably felt that he was about to suffocate.
"20 seconds." Zhang Dianyu said ruthlessly.
"This is the funniest prison I've ever seen..." The clown managed to stop and gasped, "You know I'm good here, I just want to go back to that mortuary, I love that place and get my cards back, Harry, I don't want to ask again, did you bring my cards, darling?"
"You don't want to escape, Pudding?" Harley Quinn carried the folding chair, her tone not as cheerful as ever.
"Why would I want to escape from prison?" The clown asked back, "I think you may have made a mistake. I like this place so much that I don't want to leave at all."
Harley Quinn: "But I don't want you here, it's going to tear us apart!"
"I know, I know." The clown replied perfunctorily, "We'll meet again someday, won't we?"
"I'm not sure," Batman whispered beside him. "I believe you have to go back to Arkham, Quinn."
"You sent me back to Arkham just for this damn deck of cards?!" Harley Quinn slammed the folding chair out, "You know I don't like Arkham! You didn't even want to kill Kill me, you haven't played the game of killing each other with me for a long time!"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
The sweet couple life between you psychos is beyond comprehension.
"You'll never love me enough...will you, Pudding?" The anger on Harley Quinn's face seemed to stop suddenly, as if she was muttering to the air.
This is quite difficult to answer. Everyone knows that the clown may not have a teaspoon of love for Harley Quinn, but more of using and deceiving, but it cannot be directly denied in front of her.
Otherwise she will go crazy.
What Zhang Dianyu is saying is that while she's not quite right now - the truth may be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
Captain America on the side quietly clenched his fists in case Harley Quinn suddenly exploded.
"He said he loves me, but he doesn't have a picture of me in his bedroom." The girl with the twin ponytails of different colors looked sad, "It's all Batman, always Batman—to be killed by a bomb Batman was the one who was gassed and sprayed with acid.”
"The only person in his heart is Batman, and I have never been included in his killing plan!"
"..."
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but glanced at Batman next to him.
Batman: "…"