American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Chapter 483 This is the amazing tool we'll be using next.

The lights in Black Gate Prison flickered, the emergency power casting countless shimmering shadows on the walls. One by one, well-trained ninjas poured in, tacitly giving each other space as they worked together to clear out the prison guards.

In Gotham and most of the DC area, being a police officer is an extremely dangerous profession, especially if you work in a prison.

Today's prison guards are especially unlucky; they're not dealing with villains trying to bribe them to escape, but with a terrifying, organized, and creed-based group.

Bang!

Bain watched silently as the iron gate in front of him opened, revealing a black-haired woman in a tight-fitting bodysuit standing in the center.

Her cheekbones were high, her skin was smooth, and her nose was high and straight. Her face had a dual beauty that combined classical and modern elements, and her eyes revealed endless majesty.

She is Talia, the carefully groomed successor of the Rashomon, and Batman's former love interest, but these are all useless titles to Bane, who is now very upset.

To prevent him from escaping, the guards confiscated Bane's Titan Venom, but this allowed him to calm down and think things through. This calmness, of course, came with pain—Bane was essentially addicted to Titan Venom.

At this moment, Talia clapped her hands, and a guy dressed as a ninja handed her a small bottle of Titan Venom.

"Want to set Gotham ablaze?" Talia asked with a smile, her voice magnetic, as if she were certain Bane would join in. Bane squinted at the vial of Titan Venom and stood up.

Even after a period of time without injecting venom, Bane's muscles remained bulging, and he stood before Talia like a mountain. Moreover, he could still easily kill a squad of elite assassins from the League of Assassins.

Therefore, two assassins immediately stepped forward, protecting Talia from the left and right.

However, the man did nothing more than take the glass bottle containing Titan Venom and put it in his mouth.

Click, click—

Bane chewed the glass to pieces, causing his muscles to swell rapidly. The man, who had been imprisoned for so long, finally regained his freedom. He roared loudly, venting his emotions.

"Batman is mine, and I'm going to tear him to shreds!" Bane grinned maliciously. He had thought Talia would agree, but the woman shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Batman has already been dealt with, and I think you'll be very satisfied with him."

Bane's eyes widened in anger. Batman's morbid obsession with Gotham's villains was not one-sided; many of Gotham's villains also regarded Batman as their most wanted enemy to defeat.

The Joker, the Riddler, and others had all guessed Batman's identity, but they wouldn't, and weren't willing to, ambush Bruce Wayne because they wanted to defeat Batman, the icon, not a rich playboy who frequented women.

Only those who defeat Batman are worthy of Gotham!

Just as he was about to question it, a man stepped forward, pointed a finger menacingly at Bane's chest, and said coldly, "Batman is mine."

Upon hearing the voice, Bain was taken aback. If he remembered correctly, the owner of that voice should be dead! But he quickly realized something and began to laugh out loud.

Yes, Talia is right. If it were him, he would indeed be very satisfied. So satisfied that Bane would be willing to give up the role of the gay Batman to him.

...

The situation at Arkham Asylum was even more chaotic, as most of the people there were insane.

For example, there's the extreme plant conservationist Poison Ivy, the split personality Two-Face, the narcissistic Riddler, and so on. These villains also make things much easier for the League of Assassins – all they have to do is release these guys, and the villains will clean up the entire hospital for them.

Of course, the members of the League of Assassins still needed to capture one person, who was almost at the center of all the chaos, as if the massacre was a belated coronation ceremony for him.

His signature purple coat was stained with dust and bloodstains of unknown origin, his green hair hung down in disarray, but his face was beaming with extreme joy.

This is the Prince of Chaos, or you could call him—the Joker.

"Oh! The party's starting! I knew it, I knew it! Dull, unchanging Gotham is finally getting something new!" His voice was shrill, but after the initial elation, he suddenly became sad. "But it's all the same old faces, which isn't fun."

"So, can you tell us what exactly you want to do?"

The Joker wants something new, instead of the old formula of Gotham having to be destroyed, Rashomon planting a nuclear bomb, and Batman arriving to fight him to the death.

What about the Joker? He'll be forced to watch a duel between master and apprentice, with some people dying in the process.

This is so boring!

He longed for a massacre, a fiery celebration, a grand anarchic symphony that would allow him to dance freely—but these were merely embellishments.

Ideally, it would be paired with Batman's genuine smile. Oh! Just thinking about it made the Joker tremble with excitement. Yes, a smile. He didn't understand why Batman just wouldn't smile.

Why? Why are you so serious?

However, rows of neat ninja troops marched out and came before the clown, then quietly dispersed.

A figure emerged from the crowd, dressed in similar but more refined attire to that of other ninjas, and wearing a red helmet.

"Hey, your awareness of copyright isn't very good either. Such blatant plagiarism, isn't the patent office going to do something about it?" The clown's smile faded slightly, and there was a hint of impatience deep in his eyes.

Another self—perhaps it is oneself?

Anyway, there was this bored fool who, when he first started out, also wore a very tall, red, domed hood. But later, in order to escape Batman's pursuit, he fell into a chemical furnace and became the Joker.

"The Joker!" came the furious voice from beneath the helmet. "You will pay for what you've done!"

The sound made the clown's eyes widen, and he finally burst into maniacal laughter, but the man in the red helmet kicked him to the ground and then beat him up.

But the beating didn't stop the clown's mouth. "Oh, you didn't see the look on your mother's face when she found out the child she killed was her own son. My God! What a beautiful face! Hahahaha!"

"Guess if I fucked your mother? Huh? Hahahaha————"

The clown seemed to be anticipating something, constantly provoking the man and trying to make him angry. He saw the man even pull out a gun, but ultimately couldn't pull the trigger.

"Oh, this poor little bird still hasn't broken free from his father's grasp," blood trickled from the clown's nostrils, his face paint smudged with sweat. "In that case, you'll never defeat him, Robin, or as you call it, Jason Todd?"

Jason, however, chose to deliver a powerful punch to the Joker, putting him into a deep sleep. The other assassins entered, tied the Joker up, and carried him away. Shh, don't tell Batman! This is the amazing tool we'll be using next!