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The clown chuckled and licked his lips, which were painted with paint that wouldn't fade no matter how much he licked them.

"Like Harley Quinn?"

Lowe remembered the other crazy woman who had rescued the clown.

"She is one of the few women I admire."

The clown said with a laugh.

"Superman, can you give him to me?"

Jason Todd, who was sitting next to him, had already gotten off his chair and was looking at the Joker with a grim expression. "I want to deal with this guy myself."

"Good idea, let's grant this child's wish, he's a good child."

The clown looked at his junior with an expression of admiration; if his neck hadn't been gripped, he probably would have nodded vigorously in agreement.

“Jason can’t handle it, I’ll take care of it.”

At that moment, footsteps echoed from the factory gate, followed by a tall figure in a black cloak who walked in. He was like a bat in the dark, exuding an invisible pressure as he moved.

"Batman? Is that you?"

“I knew you would come, after all, we are connected at heart.”

Hearing the noise, the clown frantically turned his head to the back.

However, Lowe suddenly let go, and the Joker almost lost his balance when his feet touched the ground. Fortunately, he grabbed the chair next to him and regained his balance.

However, just as the Joker regained his footing...

Whoosh!

Bruce Wayne darted out like a bat, delivering a powerful punch to the Joker's stomach.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

The clown's face contorted in pain, and he curled up and took a few steps back.

boom! ! !

Bruce Wayne gave him no chance to catch his breath, charging forward with another series of punches, all of which accurately struck the Joker's vital points.

"You're really ruthless!"

The clown was attacked several times, and his frail body collapsed.

He lay on the ground, clutching his stomach and looking up, "What, are you going to kill me this time?"

"Damn madman"

Bruce Wayne saw the expectation in the Joker's eyes and couldn't help but curse.

"So, how about I handle it?"

Beside him, Rowe patted Bruce on the shoulder and asked.

Bruce Wayne understood what Rowe meant by how to deal with the Joker. He pondered for a moment and said, "Can I talk to him first and then make a decision?"

"Yes, I respect your decision. After all, it's your choice, but I also hope you can make the right decision."

Lowe didn't say much. He knew Bruce would make the right decision. But before that, Bruce needed to catch up with his old friend, the Joker. After all, this trip to the Middle East had exhausted Bruce.

"Let's go."

Lowe left Bruce and the Joker behind, then pulled along a resentful Jason Todd and headed out of the factory.

Outside the factory, it was midday, but the sky was overcast, making the usually hottest time of day unusually cool, but the abandoned factory was made even darker as a result.

"Mr. Wayne, will you kill the Joker?"

Jason Todd followed Rowe to a set of steps outside the factory and sat down. He hesitated for a long time before asking the question.

"I don't know, do you think Bruce should do that?"

Rowe didn't answer; instead, he was more curious about Jason's thoughts.

“I think he should have done that a long time ago.”

Jason Todd recalled the Joker's brutality and the harm he had caused in Gotham, saying, "If he had done that, none of this would have happened."

"It seems you were planning to deal with him yourself just now."

Lowe was not surprised by Jason's answer. This young boy, after experiencing so much, had long since grown disgusted with, even to the point of hatred, the dark side of Gotham and believed that evil was unforgivable.

"I think if I could beat you, the Joker would be dead."

Jason Todd smiled helplessly.

“Interesting. If you can defeat me, at least 99 percent of the criminals in the world will disappear.”

Lowe smiled and continued, "I also think the Joker deserves to die. To be honest, I've killed a lot of heinous criminals, but it's never reported in the news."

"I know, I'm afraid it will affect your image."

Jason Todd nodded and asked, "So, is the Joker going to die here today?"

"Perhaps I'll discuss this with Bruce, but you shouldn't be concerned about this right now."

Lowell's bracelet beeped. He glanced down at it, then patted Jason Todd on the shoulder: "Come with me."

"what?"

Jason Todd was puzzled, but he still got up and followed Rowe toward the exit of the factory area.

He hadn't walked far when he saw several cars parked on the overgrown road outside the factory area, and a familiar yet unfamiliar figure standing in front of one of the cars.

"Hello, Ms. Haywood."

Rowe politely shook hands with the woman in front of him, then noticed Jason, who was in a daze, and patted him on the shoulder: "What's wrong, have you forgotten how to call your mom?"

"son."

Sheila Heywood looked at the boy in front of her who resembled her somewhat, and her voice trembled involuntarily.

"Mother."

Jason Todd heard this

He could no longer control himself and, with reddened eyes, embraced the woman in front of him.

"It seems the situation isn't too bad."

In another car, Kara-El got out and looked at the mother and child embracing, her eyes filled with tenderness and envy, "Such an enviable family bond."

"Kara, you did a good job this time."

Rowe had been worried about Sheila, so he called Kara for help. "Where's Harley Quinn?"

"I've already had her escorted back."

Kara-El handed over a file that stated Harley Quinn was being escorted to the Self-Strengthening Department's prison, where she would face trial from China.

"It's better than being sent to a mental hospital in the United States."

Rowe glanced at the file, then put it away. "We'll go back together later. I'll go see Bruce first."

"Ah."

Kara-El nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on Jason and his mother, her eyes revealing admiration and envy, as well as a professional habit of observing.

And at the same time.

As Rowe walked outside the factory, the heavy iron gate opened, and Bruce Wayne appeared in the doorway.

His hands were stained with blood, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes were partially closed, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

"what happened?"

Lowe was stunned when he saw this, and touched Bruce's blood-stained hand.

"Don't worry, I didn't kill him, you can go now."

Bruce Wayne patted Lowe on the shoulder, smirked, then took off his wristband and sat down on the steps.

"Ah."

Lowe gave Bruce a meaningful look. He didn't know what the Joker and Bruce had talked about, but Bruce's mood was definitely a bit off.

However, he believes Bruce can adjust.

He then went into the factory, pulled the heavy iron door shut, completely blocking out the little light outside, plunging the factory into darkness once again.

Bang

[PS: When writing the scene where the Joker wields a baseball bat, I kept thinking about Negan's entrance in "The Walking Dead." That scene is arguably one of the most oppressive in American TV history, suffocating and making Negan one of the top ten villains that year. You can check it out if you're interested.]

Chapter 147: Batman and the Joker, the Death of a Family Member?

(Finish)

Inside the dimly lit factory, a strong stench of blood filled the air. The clown was tied to a chair, his medium-length green curly hair covered in dust. Blood from his broken nose stained his purple coat, and thick drops of blood dripped onto the floor with a soft pattering sound.

In the quiet space, the sound of the door closing was particularly jarring.

"Batman, that coward, still doesn't dare to make a move, so I sent you."

On the chair, the clown laboriously raised his head, looking at the tall, imposing figure of Rowe before him. A sinister smile forced across his bloodied and mangled face. "He's a coward. If he'd taken care of me sooner, there wouldn't have been so much trouble."

"You do have some self-awareness. Bruce should have dealt with you sooner rather than later, but he's too soft-hearted. However, some things should be left to the right people."

Lowe no longer concealed Batman's real name, but he saw no shock or surprise in the Joker's eyes, because this madman already knew that Batman was Bruce Wayne.

"Bruce Wayne, a pathetic wretch."

The clown mumbled weakly, struggling to breathe as he spoke.

It felt like she could faint at any moment.

"You are the pathetic one."

Without another word, Lowe placed his hand on the Joker's head and questioned, "You came to the Middle East not just to kill Jason Todd, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have only come to this city today."

He was just guessing. He hadn't originally planned to interrogate the Joker, but considering that the Joker often liked to do crazy things, play tricks and schemes, it would be better to interrogate him once to avoid creating new trouble.

Moreover, he's right, the Joker did arrive today; before that, he was busy with other things in the Middle East.