On the way here, the Joker had imagined countless times what kind of trap Batman would set.
He knew that once he got to the address on the paper, Batman would probably be waiting for him there.
And what about him? He hadn't prepared anything.
There were no hostages, no giggling piranhas, not even a bomb ready to explode.
He didn't even kill anyone for the Bat!
He should stand among dozens of grinning corpses, applaud and welcome the belated Batman, offer his beloved darling the usual greetings from Gotham, and then spray him with acid corsages or throw clown explosives, like a girl in her first love giving a kiss to her lover.
Then his bat would give him his favorite slap in the face, like a lover lovingly scratching a girl's small nose, and then send him to Arkham with a refreshing beating.
He might get some roses (beaten until he vomited blood), a few kisses (broken ribs), or an orgasm that nearly strangled him to death.
But now none of that exists, no explosives, no hostages, just like before a wonderful night, without a movie, candlelight dinner, romantic date and fireworks display, but it simply and crudely fast-forwards to the two of them sitting on the bed looking at each other.
But that doesn’t matter, right
Because that's what Batman wants.
Mayor Carlo is just a piece of rags, no matter how he (or she?) tries to put them on, he can't seduce Batman.
Then this dress is a rotten dress.
The girl was filled with anxiety. She felt that her lover's love was slipping away, but she didn't know how to get it back.
Even Mayor Carol's hollow black silk bunny ear miniskirt can't seduce her lover, so can candlelight dinner and wedding wine with hostages or explosives win the favor of her lover
But there was no time left to plan a fireworks display to release laughing gas in the city center or at a reservoir, or to blow up some random buildings.
Oh, and Bane, that little bitch, huh? A nasty third party, but she's a generous person, she won't rush over and scratch the other person's face, she restrained herself, that would ruin her lover's mood.
Oh, so now the pale-skinned girl was a little conflicted again. She felt that she seemed a little cheap, like those people who were waiting for business on the street, and they were sent up to Batman just by wave of his hand, without any reserve or shame.
But who told him to hate Batman
He couldn't tolerate Batman ignoring him, and he couldn't tolerate Gordon or those boring police officers to tarnish him.
So...if Batman isn't coming.
Then he might as well just go there himself, even if he is considered stupid.
Even the cruelest blessing is better than the mildest indifference.
And then… it’s now.
"No."
The clown stumbled back.
Things weren't supposed to be this way.
“No… No no no no!”
The clown suddenly pounced towards Chen Tao, but Chen Tao did not dodge. He realized that this was not a hysterical attack, but just an incredible touch.
"Who are you? What the hell are you? Give me back my bat!"
“Ha—hahahahahahaha~”
"Don't you understand? I am Batman."
The silver-white particles trembled, and the Joker saw Batman's face suddenly appear, and then disappear again in an instant.
"you… "
The clown felt a heavy blow on his face. He saw the pale freak with purple hair opposite him raising the crowbar high in his hand and beating him again and again.
There is no sweet love like Batman, only cold viciousness and cruelty that strikes the human soul.
The comfortable feeling was gone, leaving only a deep, bone-chilling pain.
He felt Batman picking him up by his collar, and dragging him to the corner of the room.
The Joker saw Batman, no, the pale monster that Batman had turned into, opening the wooden box in the corner.
"A Batman costume?" The Joker said, "Oh my god."
His tone was normal and smooth, his mouth drooped, even though the cut at the corner of his mouth made him look weird and scary when he made such a calm expression, but the Joker didn't care about it at all, he heard Batman laughing strangely.
“Hahahahahaha—”
The Joker felt cold all over. He never thought that the laughter he was so familiar with would sound so terrifying.
"I've been thinking, Joker."
"Tell me, what is winning?"
The Joker heard the pale monster Batman turned into laughing crazily: "Let's get straight to the heart of the matter, okay? Black little heart, beating, beating, beating, why didn't I kill you?"
Then his head turned back into Batman's head in a flash of silver. The beautiful bat head with pointy ears was simply and roughly installed on the purple suit body, mocking everyone.
In every Gotham's deepest nightmare, even in the twisted mind of the Joker, there has never been such a horrific scene.
"Because then you win."
Batman's voice was low and dark. The call of his beloved was gentle and hoarse. He lowered his head with a face full of compassion.
"Batman, it's you! What on earth is going on? What on earth is going on..."
"I, I can't control myself..."
"No, no! Honey, I'm here... Batman, you can never be defeated, you won't-"
The clown stretched out his hand tremblingly, his fingers twisted like a twist from the severe beating.
But the Joker doesn't feel any pain at all. As long as there is Batman, as long as Batman is still there, no matter what kind of predicament Batman falls into, Batman will always win, Batman will always be able to defeat him, defeat anyone!
He trembled and wanted to touch Batman's cheek, but he only touched the corner of his raised mouth.
Batman's voice turned into hysterical laughter in the next second.
“Haha, haha, hehehe ah hahahahahahahahahahaha—”
The hoarse laughter gradually became distorted and higher, as if he was choking on his laughter. The Joker saw Batman's mouth cracked at the corners, and the face under the bat hood was pale, like his own reflection.
"No! No!"
The clown screamed hysterically, almost vomiting his throat out of his mouth.
The pale freak began to dress him in Batman's clothes. Batman, whose lower half of his face had turned pale under the mask, was still speaking, and his upper half of his face turned pale again in the silver-white light:
"Hahaha, I love that answer! That way you win, and I win! But it's different, you know? It's different. Now this is how I win, little bat, I persevere."
"What you just said about not doing it because it would let me win is what you tell yourself and others because you don't want to admit the truth - and the old slippery slope excuse, am I right?"
"Batman kills the Joker, and then all of a sudden, who knows, what's going to stop Batman from killing all the bad guys like the Joker and going completely crazy?"
The Joker looked at the pale monster and laughed, "But I think that's bullshit, old friend."
Little by little, the Joker's entire body has been dressed in Batman's uniform by the pale monster, and half of his pale face is covered by Batman's dark mask.
Along with the silver-white light, the monster changed back into the appearance of Batman, wearing a Batman uniform and pointed ears - oh no, as it should be, the face under the mask was still pale, with a mouth stretched from ear to ear.
Okay, now they're both pretty much the same—pale guy in a Batman costume.
"I mean, you really don't think you can just kill me, the Joker, and then stop? No one would know, you could do it in the dark, somewhere out of sight, and you could handle it, right? Say something like 'Ah, poor Joker, I knew him' afterwards?"
"No!" said the clown, "I would never do that!"
His bat uniform and pointed ears glowed in the darkness.
Then in an instant, everything disappeared.
Hysterical laughter, raised corners of the mouth, bright red teeth and vicious eyes.
The Joker hears Batman say to him: "You... you have to help me... I can't hold him down for long."
The clown's neck was loosened, and he staggered and stood on the ground in a daze.
He touched his bat mask and cape.
"It's next to it... the crimson cabinet at the corner... you have to go in and crawl inside!"
He heard Batman say to him, "You have to go in there so you can change me back!"