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Chapter 43: Three Sentences That Put Batman in Jail
Chapter 43 Three Sentences That Put Batman in Jail 2
"I can't completely trust you, so I have to make sure I'm safe."
"I'll teach you the basics of operating this tank."
This was the first time Connors had known that the Batcave had a second underground level, and that there was an extravagantly designed Bat Tank parked there.
Batman felt insecure, so he suggested that he and Connors could go to Arkham Asylum, but they would need to bring the tank along as well.
"No need for that," Connors said, then, seeing Batman immediately become wary, explained, "I mean, I can drive the tank over, but I don't need you to teach me; I know how."
"...Batman became even more vigilant."
After he built this tank, not only he himself, but even Alfred spent a long time learning how to use it in training mode.
How did Connors come to this?
"I have a special ability: I can quickly get the hang of any vehicle," Connors explained with a smile.
Then, with exceptionally skilled movements, he started the tank.
The existence of the "Master Driver" allows him to master any vehicle!
Although he didn't get to drive the Batmobile, driving the mechanical Battank was still quite an experience for him.
So Batman was strapped to the front of the Batmobile, and Connors started a live stream while driving the tank.
The live stream was titled "Driving the Master steals Batman's vehicle and defeats him."
Batman truly lives up to his reputation as Gotham's top star. This live stream, titled "Defeat Batman," quickly attracted the attention of countless people. Through numerous reposts and views, the news rapidly reached the ears of the Joker and others.
Somewhat surprisingly, as Connors drove his tank toward Arkham Asylum, the Joker and his men hadn't arrived yet, but the Gotham police had already gotten there first.
Three armed helicopters circled overhead, followed by numerous police cars at a distance, and vehicles from some news media rushed forward desperately, with huge cameras pointed at Batman, who was strapped to the front of the Battank.
"Take off his mask! Expose this bastard who does whatever he wants!" a reporter shouted, but faced with the massive cannon barrel of the Battank, no one dared to take a step forward.
"Anyone who dares to take a step forward, I'll blast them with a cannon." Connors sat inside the Battank, amplifying his voice through the loudspeaker.
Through the cameras of reporters, the sound reached the ears of countless Gotham citizens.
"A guy who always moves in the dark, wears a strange bat costume, speaks in a deliberately low voice, and keeps sending the Joker here even though he knows Arkham can't keep him there, is, in the eyes of countless Gotham citizens, a complete madman."
"I possess the world's best driving skills, successfully gained control of this tank, and used it to defeat Batman. Now, in front of the citizens of Gotham, I will lock him up in Arkham Asylum, ending this dark reign in Gotham."
"Also—Joker, your plan worked really well, and your lines were fantastic."
Harley Quinn, Selena Gomez, and Ivy, hiding in the shadows, watched the enormous Batmobile, which resembled a moving castle, and exclaimed excitedly:
"That's awesome—this is exactly what I want to do, to loudly proclaim myself the greatest villain in front of countless cameras—wait, what?!"
Halfway through her praise, Harley Quinn suddenly realized something was wrong.
Didn't we agree that I would be the one to lock Batman up in the asylum?
Given this situation, what is she supposed to do?
Under the watchful eyes of others, snatching what others see as "spoils of war" is as easy as eating and drinking.
Put Batman in Arkham Asylum?
This is so wrong!
Harley Quinn couldn't accept this seemingly "gift," but she wasn't just a little madwoman.
She was also a criminal psychologist, and she quickly realized:
"Patrick specifically mentioned the Joker's plan at the end, suggesting he was using Batman as bait to lure the Joker into a trap?"
"Does that mean my real opportunity to shine will only come when the Joker shows up?"
When Harley Quinn saw that the blades of grass on the grass in front of her had twisted and grown into a line of words, she knew she hadn't guessed wrong:
"Waiting for someone!"
With a creaking sound, the gates of Arkham Asylum slowly opened, and a line of armed guards rushed out, as if afraid that the massive tank would simply smash the gates open and break in.
But the Battank came to a slow stop near the gates of Arkham Asylum. No one dared to make a move, not even the guards of Arkham, the police of Gotham, or the helicopters circling overhead.
Since the guy driving this tank claims to be a "master driver" and has kidnapped Batman, he must be another new villain in Gotham.
No one can guarantee that after the shooting, the other side won't be enraged and drive a tank to raze Arkham Asylum. "Isn't it unpleasant to have your plans used against you?"
Sitting inside the Batmobile, Connors would occasionally throw out a few trashy remarks, naturally directed at Gotham's Joker.
At this moment, the Joker covered his ears in slight annoyance, quickly loaded bullets into the magazine, and then peeked out from his hiding place at Batman, who was strapped to the front of the Battank. The smile on his face grew increasingly exaggerated.
"Whether it's killing Batman or locking him up in Arkham Asylum, only I can do it."
After saying that, he pulled out a strangely shaped bomb from his pocket and threw it, which landed among the Gotham police officers.
White smoke enveloped the police officers, and words such as "Don't shoot" and "Check the surroundings back to back" came from within the smoke.
The clown leaped out of his hiding place, throwing a few more bombs and casually putting on a gas mask.
"Laughing gas bomb! Hahaha—Bat Boy, I'm here to save you!" The Joker laughed as he rushed into the smoke.
Then he emerged from the smoke and turned to look behind him:
"Scarecrow, Riddler, you're not just waiting for me to rescue Batman so you can enjoy the spoils for free, are you?"
As he spoke, the clown aimed his loaded gun at the Scarecrow and the Riddler.
"Of course not!" The Riddler removed his top hat with one hand, bowed to the clown, then tossed the hat aside, picked up his question mark-shaped cane with his other hand, and fired a shot into the smoke.
"Bang!"
A bullet shot out from the bottom of the cane, and a scream came from the smoke, but at the same time, there was also movement from the direction of the Battank.
Batman doesn't kill people, so his Battank isn't equipped with lethal weapons, but rather with weapons such as air cannons and sonic booms.
At this moment, Connors, sitting in the cockpit, activated the air cannon and fired a shot at the area shrouded in smoke. The violently surging air quickly dispelled the smoke.
The Gotham police officers and Arkham guards, who were standing back-to-back with their guns, breathed a sigh of relief, but soon noticed the Joker standing not far from them, and one by one they pointed their guns at them again.
pat!
The Joker dropped his gun and raised his hands in surrender.
"I'm just here to accompany this old friend to prison."
The next moment, the clown rolled on the ground and picked up his gun again, but before he could fire, a huge hammer flew from a distance and smashed in front of the clown, scaring him so much that he quickly twisted his waist to dodge to the side.
"Harley Quinn?!" the Joker exclaimed dramatically, noticing the distinctive, multicolored decorations on the mallet.
As the mallet flew, the Gotham police unleashed a hail of bullets, embedding a dozen or so bright orange bullets into it.
Harley Quinn followed closely behind, her movements incredibly agile, making it impossible for the police to aim. She nimbly rushed to the mallet and hoisted it onto her shoulder.
"Since Mr. Joker wants to spend time in jail with Batman, then I, Harley Quinn, as a concerned citizen, am more than willing to lend you a hand!"
Harley Quinn, unfazed by the Gotham police and Arkham guards whose guns were constantly hovering over her and the Joker, loudly proclaimed in a clear voice.
Reporters' cameras were all pointed at Harley Quinn and the Joker, who were surrounded by a large group of people.
The exit on the Batmobile clicked open, and Connors stepped out.
The exit of the Batmobile was nearly three or four meters off the ground, but that was nothing to Connors. He easily jumped down and walked toward the Joker.
"Da da da—"
Unexpectedly, as soon as the Joker saw Connors step out of the Batmobile, he immediately fired a barrage of bullets at him.
The bullet pierced Connors' body, and he fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief.
"Little—uh." Before Harley Quinn could even utter the word, she felt her feet move, and then a line of words appeared on the grass in front of her:
"I'll act now, you can take over the rest."
The Scarecrow and the Riddler exchanged a glance, then retreated in unison, leaving the Joker alone to face the Battank, the attack helicopter, the Arkham Guards, and the Gotham Police.
They were just partners, not loyal comrades who would risk their lives for the Joker.
Now that Batman is destined to be locked up in Arkham today, they can go ahead and carry out their respective plans.
Before leaving, the Scarecrow casually tossed his glass bottle filled with liquid "fear gas" into the arena, then left with the Riddler without looking back.
"Poison Ivy" Ivy intercepted the glass bottle in mid-air with her vines, examined it closely, then set it aside with a bored expression. Seeing Connors appear beside her, she asked curiously:
"How did you do that?"
"I learned this from observing others..." Connors smiled mysteriously.
[Today's Gossip: Deadly Toxin]
[Reward for watching the drama unfold: Kusama]
Yesterday, due to the large number of people at the stadium, Connors chose to submit this melon, and the reward was a paper doll similar to the magician, which could imitate his actions for a period of time, during which he could briefly become invisible.
So the person who was just shot was just a stand-in.
With increasing skill in manipulating plants, Connors created a recliner, and then lay down with "Poison Ivy" Ivy in his arms, ready to watch Harley Quinn complete the rest of the plan.
It's just that some people's hearts aren't in it.
"Shouldn't we get down to business?" Ivy seemed uninterested in the tense standoff and asked Connors.
"—Here???" Connors almost thought he misheard, reaching out to pinch the Gotham queen's delicate chin and turn her to the side. "Selena's still here."
Beside the two, "Catwoman" Selena Gomez's eyes were wide open, she was too busy watching the commotion in front of and around Arkham Asylum.
"That's right, the movements are a bit too much—" Ivy slapped Connors' hand away, manipulated the plant-shaped recliner to constantly change shape, turning it into an awkward shape, and then leaned down, opening her red lips.