The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1307

Dick opened the text message and saw that it indeed showed an address near Gotham Harbor.

Going alone would be like walking into the lion's den, but considering Barbara's situation, Dick hesitated for a long time before deciding to follow the Joker's orders.

After all, the Joker is a madman, unlike anyone else. He is truly unpredictable, and no matter what the Joker does, it will not be surprising.

If she doesn't follow orders, the Joker will not hesitate to kill Barbara, or he will make her experience something worse than death.

However, while Dick may seem to have done nothing, it's more accurate to say that he really didn't need to do anything.

First of all, he had just finished his mission with the Young Justice League. According to his usual routine, he would go home immediately after finishing a mission, and he would report to Bruce or Alfred if there were any emergencies.

The Joker told himself not to contact anyone, so Bruce and the others would notice something was wrong within an hour.

Moreover, Barbara is no ordinary person; she is the daughter of the Gotham City Police Commissioner, and her disappearance would certainly cause a huge uproar.

I believe that as long as I stall for time enough and leave enough speed limits, Batman will definitely be able to find them.

After thinking for a moment, Dick did not go directly to the agreed location. Instead, he returned to the nearest temporary base, put his uniform back on, and casually tossed his phone onto the clothes he had taken off.

Bruce knew that he always teleported to the same location when he returned home, and that Bruce was sure Bruce would find his phone in such an obvious place.

But after thinking about it, Robin was afraid that the Joker would move his base. This was the only way she could contact him right now, and it would be ridiculous if she couldn't get in touch with him because of this.

Helpless, Robin had to settle for second best, copying the address from the text message onto a sticky note and then tossing it onto his clothes.

After a quick check of his equipment, Robin immediately set up a temporary base and headed to the location designated by the Joker.

Robin had originally planned to travel without avoiding people, which would leave behind many eyewitnesses, but then he realized that the Joker might have planted spies along the way.

This behavior is likely to anger him, so it's better to be honest.

However, Robin quickly came up with another idea. He turned on his microcomputer and used a long-established account to post a message on Gotham's underground network.

Gotham Bank will be delivering one million US dollars in cash tonight at 11 p.m., following the route below.

It's around 10:30 PM now. This message will definitely stir up trouble among Gotham's criminals. Although it might cause some chaos, it will definitely let Batman and his team know that they're not here in advance.

Because Robin was operating the system as he went, he arrived near Gotham Harbor just as he sent out the message.

Taking out his night-vision binoculars, Robin briefly surveyed the harbor environment and found nothing unusual.

The port workers were at work as usual, and with people coming and going, there was no sign that the clown had been there at all.

Robin put away his binoculars and swung his grappling hook to the entrance of the warehouse the clown had designated.

Robin was about to push open the warehouse door when, before his hand could even touch it, the door opened by itself.

This was clearly a trap, and in the past he would never have gone in, but Barbara's situation was critical, so Robin had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in.

As soon as Robin entered the warehouse, the door behind him slammed shut, plunging him into darkness. Just as he was about to turn on his night vision mask, he heard a series of "snap! snap! snap!" sounds, and the warehouse was instantly illuminated. The bright light made Robin frown slightly, and before he could even see his surroundings clearly, a piercing laugh reached his ears.

"Hahaha! Ladies and gentlemen! Let's give a round of applause to this tough guy who wanted to play the hero and save the damsel in distress!"

Immediately following was a burst of applause. By then, Robin had adjusted to the light and was able to observe her surroundings.

As Robin expected, he was now surrounded by a bunch of Jokers. These guys in strange costumes were like they were high on drugs, shaking their heads and gesturing wildly.

The Joker Gang, an organization of the Joker's followers, is one of the most notorious groups of people, even in Gotham City, a city rife with organized crime.

They are like their clown master, like a pile of stinking dog shit. Nobody wants to deal with them. Once they stick to you, you can't shake them off.

For example, other gang members in Gotham are more or less afraid of Batman, but it's unclear whether the Joker gang members are genuinely unafraid or just on drugs.

Instead of surrendering when encountering Batman, they will actively provoke and attack.

Even Batman hates to run into them, because the Joker gang is like stinky dog ​​poop; once you get on them, you'll feel disgusted for a long time.

After all, the Jokers don't pick and choose. Unlike the Penguins' gang, which conducts interviews, the Jokers can be joined as long as you want, and they have all sorts of people with varying qualifications.

Surrounded by such a group of people, Robin's heart was heavy. It was almost impossible for him to escape unscathed by himself with so many enemies.

They could only try to stall for time, hoping that Batman and his team would discover it soon.

Where is Barbara?

Robin raised his voice to question him, and the clown, as if he had heard a joke, slapped his thigh and laughed heartily, just like Talking Tom.

"Haha! It seems our tough guy wants to see his prize in advance. No problem, the host will definitely grant you this small request."

The clown snapped his fingers, and a large, colorful ball that Robin had already spotted above his head slowly opened, revealing the figure of the girl he had been worried about.

Barbara was tied up like a roast suckling pig and hung up. Judging from her Gotham High School uniform, she must have been arrested shortly after school ended.

Barbara's mouth was gagged and her eyes were covered, so she couldn't tell what was going on around her and she was trembling.

No matter how assertive she usually is, at this moment she is just a lamb to the slaughter.

"What is your purpose, Joker?"

Seeing that Barbara had no external injuries, Robin breathed a sigh of relief for the time being, but he knew that the current situation did not allow him to let his guard down, so he immediately questioned the Joker to ensure that his momentum would not be at a disadvantage.

"What is my purpose?" The clown scratched his head in confusion.

"Do you have Alzheimer's? I've already said I wanted to play a game with you!"

(End of this chapter)