The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1308 Octagonal Cage

"I'm very unhappy lately, you know that, little chick."

The clown stood on the high platform and began to circle around Barbara, who was hanging there. His epileptic gait occasionally led him to the edge, making one wonder if he might fall.

To be honest, Robin was actually praying that the Joker would fall, since it would save him a lot of trouble.

“My gaming partner, that old bat, has been breaking his promises lately. He always sends a bunch of unimportant people to fool me, but he doesn’t come to play with me himself, which makes me very unhappy.”

The Joker's words were ambiguous, but Robin could understand what he was saying.

Recently, due to a lot of messes involving the Illuminati and others, Batman has focused his attention on the Justice League, so much so that he has even delegated the affairs of Gotham to others.

Sometimes it's handed over to other members of the Justice League, and sometimes it's handed over to the Junior Justice League.

Robin roughly calculated that Batman hadn't been seen in Gotham for at least half a month.

“I know it’s those guys who call themselves the Lighthouse who’s causing trouble, so I’ll go after them sooner or later. But before that, I’m going to give that bat who doesn’t respect me a little punishment first.”

As the clown spoke, his smile became even more sinister. He clapped his hands, and the crowd in front of Robin immediately dispersed.

The Joker truly deserves the title of the world's number one psychopath for being able to train this group of mentally ill people to this extent.

As Robin was thinking this, a group of clown gang henchmen pushed a barrel taller than a person over and pushed it right under Barbara's body.

"Isn't it a classic scene? Those old-fashioned movies love to use it."

As the clown introduced himself, the clown's henchmen lifted the lid of the large barrel, revealing a green liquid inside.

"Do you like it? My latest enhanced version of the 'beverage' has a truly refreshing taste."

As the clown spoke, he deliberately bent down and fanned his nose, looking utterly delighted; anyone who didn't know better would think he was savoring some delicious treat.

However, in the entire room, apart from the Joker, only Harley Quinn dared to smell the Joker potions. All the other Joker gang members kept their distance, and those responsible for carrying them even wore gas masks.

"Hahaha!"

As if on cue, the harem girl, wielding her hammer as lightly as if it were an umbrella, skipped and hopped into the crowd.

"This is a specially made little brat. Sweetheart originally wanted to save it for that old bat, but now it's specially reserved for you. Feel honored!"

"Thank you, but you should keep them for yourselves."

Robin discreetly placed his hand on his belt, preparing to pull out his batarangs at the first opportunity and deliver a decisive blow to the Joker.

Don't be fooled by the Joker's large and powerful gang, and their absurdly fearless nature. It's all because of the Joker's leadership. If the Joker falls, they'll become a swarm of headless flies.

Harley Quinn wouldn't be able to command so many people on her own. If she can throw a few smoke bombs while things are in disarray, Robin could even escape with Barbara without taking any damage if she does it properly.

As Robin thought this, he moved his hand toward his belt, but no matter how carefully he hid his movements under his cloak, the Joker still saw through him.

"Aha!" The clown wagged his finger. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to, little chick, you're still a long way from being an old bat."

"The game hasn't even started yet, so you'd better not try anything funny." The clown said, pulling a wildly styled pair of large scissors from behind his back and pretending to cut into it.

"OK, OK." Robin raised his hands. "I won't do anything else, you can calm down now."

"After all, if you kill the hostage, you won't be able to coerce me anymore, and I'm sure you don't want to see me escape."

"You've certainly learned a lot of the old bat's cold-bloodedness." The Joker wasn't laughing when he said this; clearly, Robin's threat had an effect on him as well.

The clown obediently put away the scissors and said venomously, "It seems the contestants are already impatient. In that case, let's begin."

As he spoke, the clown snapped his fingers again, and with a clanging sound of chains, a huge iron cage fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

"A classic hero rescuing a damsel in distress deserves a classic octagon cage!"

The clown laughed loudly as he swung on the rope suspending Barbara, scaring the blind woman into whimpering.

"Quickly push the opponent up!"

Two members of the Jokers gang quickly pushed out a man who was tied to a hospital bed and was completely naked.

The man continued to struggle after being pushed into the octagon, but his will to survive only earned him ridicule from the surrounding Joker gang members.

'What a bunch of scum.' Robin cursed inwardly, then walked over to Harley Quinn who was waving at the octagon door.

"How about it, little chick? Do you need a sweet kiss from your big sister to encourage you?"

Harley Quinn lunged at Robin as she spoke, but Robin deftly dodged her.

“What an obtuse brat.” Harley Quinn rolled her eyes. “I hope that guy inside rips your guts out.”

“Save your sleep talking when you’re asleep,” Robin retorted, then walked into the octagon, ignoring the furious Harley Quinn behind her.

Robin had barely stepped inside when the door behind him slammed shut with a bang, and then the Jokers chained the door shut, clearly not intending to let him out.

“The rules are simple,” the clown laughed. “Your task is to defeat this guy in front of you. Only one of you will leave the octagon alive.”

As the clown spoke, he pulled out a specially made pistol, but it was more of a launcher than a pistol, firing a syringe stuck on it.

Robin had no idea what was in the syringe, but he knew he would find out soon enough.

Without any warning, the clown pulled the trigger, and the next second the syringe shot out and landed directly on the bound man.

After being shot with the syringe, the man seemed to whimper, and then his body began to change as the contents of the syringe were injected.

First, his muscles began to swell continuously, quickly expanding to a point where even the power of the Nine Dragons could not reach them. Then, his skin was stretched open, revealing his bright red muscles.

The belt wrapped around the man was also stretched open, and after about five or six seconds, the man transformed from an ordinary person into a muscular monster nearly three meters tall.

(End of this chapter)