Bane couldn't imagine the kind of person who could be good friends with the Joker.
He also said that the closest person in the world is a clown. Brother, is there no one in the world that you care about?
Bain fell silent, watching Karl walk out in a big way, walked to the door next door, and said, "Big man, how do you open this door?"
Bain walked over in silence and kicked the door. Don't get me wrong, he kicked the door.
As soon as Carl came in, he saw the pale smiling face. With a smile on his face, he rescued the clown. The clown looked at the stranger with a black braised egg head and said with a smile: "Tsk, tsk, it's better to be famous than to meet in person, Mysterio. "
"Your bad taste makes me wonder if that humorous man is you?"
"Listen, someone like you who has a soft spot for men with bat masks and butt chins who like to say deep, dark, and fantasy doesn't seem worthy of mentioning aesthetics."
"Okay." The clown smiled and took out a tattered flower from his pocket: "Consider it my apology to you."
"Forget it then. Who knows if you will suddenly come up with some laughing gas and turn me into a psycho who can only giggle."
The clown glanced at this guy, you still need to change?
But he still smiled and said: "No, no, no, it would be a shame to turn such an interesting person like you into that."
After all, Karl didn't take the flower, and the clown didn't force it to him. Instead, he collected the flower and put it in his pocket.
"What are your plans next?"
"Of course, wait until you finish playing with Batman before you go to him. It would be better if you can play him badly, but if you are played badly, then don't worry, I will play with him."
What nonsense are you talking about?
Bane was silent. In fact, if he had been given the choice, he would not have come here at all. He and the Joker are not the same people at all. However, there are too few normal people like him in Gotham City. The Scarecrow guy sucks that pussy every day. The fear gas sucked all the brains out, not to mention the clown, and the arsonist from Firefly was the same. After all, no arsonist had a normal brain, and now there is a mysterious guest who looks more like a sand dollar.
Bane feels a little tired just thinking about it. How can we overthrow Batman with you insects?
"Hello, Bane." The clown greeted: "Thank you for letting me out."
"You can come out even without me, Joker." Bane said coldly. He looked at the white-faced green-haired man and the black-marinated egg sitting shoulder to shoulder in front of him, and suddenly he felt a little sorry for Batman.
"Hey, Bane, I heard that you are a famous bone-setter. Have you ever considered setting Batman's bones? I heard recently that his lumbar spine is not in good condition." Carl said, Bane did not speak, but turned around and left. But I suddenly felt in my heart that if the plan succeeded, it would be too easy to kill Batman like this. He should really feel the pain!
"Let's have a meal together if we have a chance!"
"sure."
Batman drove the stylish Batmobile to the city center. He looked at the surveillance camera, and the familiar figure from behind made him feel a little dazed.
"Thalia, what are you going to do?"
When Batman encountered a red light, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed over without even looking. A woman carrying a small bag on the side of the road held the hand of a little girl and looked at the Batmobile going away.
"Mama, didn't you say you can't run through traffic lights?"
"Yes, kid, that person has no quality, so he does this."
"Didn't Mom tell him not to run through traffic lights?"
Listening to the little girl's words, the woman said gently: "Maybe he doesn't have a baby, so he doesn't know about this kind of thing."
Batman obviously doesn't know that his own backyard is on fire. Although Arkham is like Bichi, even a bad guy can hijack Arkham, but Batman is as naive as a licking dog and believes that Arkham is The destination of most villains. If you think about it, he and the clown have a common hobby.
It wasn't until he went to the scene of the crime that he received the message from the butler: "Sir, all the patients in Arkham have been released."
Batman was silent for a moment and said, "I know."
On the other side, after Carl and the Joker separated, they ran directly out of Arkham.
Although his body was somewhat disabled, his Observer's Eye could still be used. He directly used this ability to collect the required materials and equipment in just one day.
He ran to a factory, and when the observers stared at him, the kind-hearted factory owner agreed to lend him some of the machinery in the factory.
So Karl, who had made some basic equipment, decided to find a good soft persimmon, preferably someone who was rich and powerful.
At the Iceberg Restaurant, a short figure was walking inside. He liked today's dish very much. The steak Wellington was cooked just right, which could make up for his hurt heart a little.
Penguin walked to the second floor of the Iceberg Restaurant. He walked into his office. A smart young man handed him a handkerchief. He looked at the young man appreciatively, wiped his mouth, then put the handkerchief away and patted it. Young man's shoulders.
The light shining in the young man's eyes reminded him of himself when he was young. That kind of light is called ambition. It just so happens that he is not afraid of the ambitions of his subordinates. He only needs them to have enough ability, or at least have the brains to do nothing. Stupid thing.
These idiots in front of me are obviously standard counterexamples.
"Tell me, how did he die?" Penguin didn't even look at the trembling young men kneeling on the ground in front of him, and said, "Huh, I don't know who gave you the courage to escape from Gotham. I really think so. Are there no rules here?"
"Brother, he was beaten to death by a weirdo." The leading young man swallowed and said, "Batman was also there. He captured the weirdo and then told us to leave Gotham."
Penguin looked at the idiots in front of him, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes. He couldn't even lie well. He was so stupid. If he had been like him when he was young, he would have died long ago!
"I hate people lying to me, kid, tell me, what are you hiding?"
"I, I didn't lie, everything I said was true!"
"Tsk!" The Penguin couldn't help but laugh. He was trembling all over, like an extremely ugly emperor looking at his prey, revealing his horrifyingly intertwined fangs.
"Batman won't let anyone leave here, idiot. He will only give you two choices. Either be disabled and surrender, or surrender yourself and stay out of trouble."
"Now, you've brought me trouble!" Penguin stared at him and said, "Tell me, you have one last chance, kid."
"I said! I said!" the young man said tremblingly: "That weirdo, that weirdo was a naked weirdo with a black hood. He shot the elder brother with one shot! Then..."
"Go on." A voice suddenly appeared in everyone's ears: "Then what?"
Penguin turned his head and looked at the ceiling. A man in a white trench coat was posted on the wall and said hello to him: "Hello, Penguin, I must declare in advance that I was acting in self-defense. He was the one who struck first." !”
