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All the felons, including those who followed the clown, were arrested and thrown into a cage-like prison.

These prisons are very special. They are not separate rooms, but just like their name, they are "cages". There are iron bars on all sides, just like cages for wild animals, and the police lock criminals into them. No matter what the criminal wants to do, the surrounding police can see it clearly.

"Officer! My stomach hurts! It hurts me!"

There was a fat guy who was sweating profusely, clutching his stomach and knelt on the ground, howling in pain. His panting was rapid, his eyes turned white, as if he was going to die in the next second.

Some police officers were working next to them. Hearing this, they glanced indifferently, and then turned their heads to do their own business.

"A group of villains, they pretend to be quite similar."

"Ignore them, just prevent them from running out."

The police officers were talking, their faces were indifferent, and they looked at the guy lying on the ground crying with a sneer. During this time, too many of their police officers were killed in the process of catching the clown, the city was in chaos because of the clown, and the entire high-level was almost killed by him.

This group of villains who followed the clown, everyone wished that they would die in the next second. They will all be imprisoned in Arkham Prison and will not be released for the rest of their lives!

Soon, the criminal's wailing sound remained in the entire hall, and the howling sound became smaller and smaller. Everyone else was busy with their own affairs, and many criminals sat indifferently, with a sneer on the corner of their mouth...

...

In the interrogation room, the clown sat bored, without saying a word, no doubt shaking his fingers and occasionally licking his lips.

"Did he speak?" Someone outside asked.

Many people began to shake their heads, looking helpless. The clown is a master of psychology, his thinking is chaotic, unless he wants to say it himself, no one can force him to say it.

"Sheriff Gordon?" Someone was temporarily transferred back from the outside, and he didn't know much about some situations. He looked at the old sheriff who should have died long ago with mixed surprise.

The old sheriff Gordon was getting older, and his face showed some wrinkles when he smiled. He patted the young man: "I cheated to death, so as to protect my innocent family."

Gordon opened the door of the interrogation room and walked straight in.

The interrogation room was much larger than expected, but there was only one table and a dim lamp on the table. In this empty interrogation room, only the desk lamp in front of the prisoner was on, and the surroundings were completely dark, which undoubtedly added a bit of gloom and loneliness.

"I just want to ask you one question. Harvey Dent didn't come home last night. Where did you get him?" Gordon sat opposite the clown, pursing his lips, staring at the clown.

The clown looked around innocently, and then raised his handcuffed hands: "I've been here all this time, where did you get him? Well, your people? Of course, unless they are still your people, Not Maroney's."

The clown licked his lips, trying to make a low laugh, but in the end he suppressed it, shaking his head in a weird way.

"Does this frustrate you, Mr. Sheriff? Your trusted subordinates have betrayed you long ago, and you are the only one left in the dark. Does this make you feel comfortable with Harvey's predicament?" responsibility?"

The old sheriff's expression changed, and he asked, "Where is he?"

"what time is it?"

"Is it important?"

"Of course it's important." The clown said, "Time determines whether he is somewhere or everywhere? Hehehe..."

Gordon couldn't bear it anymore, suppressed his anger, and opened the clown's handcuffs.

"If you want to play, I'll find better players to play with you, and I'll go have a cup of coffee." Gritting his teeth, Gordon threw the handcuffs on the ground, turned and walked out of the interrogation room.

In the next second, a black figure appeared behind the clown, as silent as a ghost.

boom!

Batman held the Joker's head and slammed it hard on the table,

The clown couldn't help screaming.

"One sings bad face, one sings bad face, huh? Don't hit me on the head, the victim will get dizzy, and then can't remember anything..."

boom!

Batman slammed his fist on the Joker's hand on the table, making a louder sound.

The clown just shut up right then, it was so fucking painful.

"Don't you want to see me, I'm here, in front of you, I want to see what you'll do." Batman said hoarsely.

"Honestly, Big Bat, you didn't disappoint me. You succeeded in killing Gotham's high-level executives, and now you let Harvey be your scapegoat. Wow, wow, even people like me feel chilled!" The clown exaggerated Open your mouth wide.

"Where's Harvey? Also, why do you keep trying to kill me?" Batman resisted the disgust of punching the Joker's disgusting face.

"The group of gangsters want you to die, so that they will be as free as before. As for killing you? Hahahaha, kill you? I don't want to kill you. If I kill you, who will I play with? Go back and scam the group of gangsters? I never."

The Joker slams down on the table, putting his face almost on Batman's mask.

"I'm not going to kill you, hee hee hee, but guess what, will he kill you? I mean, if it gets to that point, you know what I'm saying, you've always thought so, then he ——Will Downey kill you?" The clown raised his hands and crossed each other, his two index fingers pointing in opposite directions, "or the other way around?"

"It's you, you monster, you have calculated like this from the beginning..." Batman recalled many things in his mind like a movie, and everything seemed to be clear.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, it was me... I sent Aaron and the others to kill Downey—you may not know them, they are the gang that Downey just came to Gotham and was killed by him. Aaron actually It's from Falcon, but I bought it off... the death was really tragic, and he was dismembered by someone like Donnie, just like this, kakaka..."

The clown bared his teeth and claws, describing the scene at that time, and let out a creepy laugh.

"Also, that poor fellow Anderson was thrown into prison after being interrogated by you hahaha~~~ I threw it to you on purpose. Don't we two have a tacit understanding? Use our own methods to deal with brother You can't accept Tan Shi's attack, no matter what method anyone uses, you've always been so hypocritical and arrogant."

The clown spoke eloquently: "I helped you kill the corrupt high-level people and make Gotham City cleaner. Downey started from the bottom, armed the people to resist the tyranny of the gangsters, and used violence to control violence. Only the blood of the enemy was shed." , they will really understand that what they did in the past is wrong... The two of us helped you transform Gotham, but you will never accept our methods... You will think that we are the source of chaos, right, right ? Don’t pretend to be stupid, big bat, you already knew, you should have known, you are avoiding yourself, I said that I will take off your hypocritical mask, and then step on it hard!”