He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Darkseid's projection retreated into the passage, and the dark red crack gradually closed.

But nobody really relaxed.

The ground was still steaming, and the broken wall was stuck at an angle in the ruins.

Several burnt and deformed cars lay across the roadside, their steel bars sticking out of the cement like rows of unsightly fish bones.

"Jarvis, the passage is confirmed to be closed."

Tony hovered in mid-air, the light on the chest of his black and red armor slowly receding.

"Sir, the spatial fluctuations are decreasing, and the residual coordinates are no longer valid, but the other party has left observation traces."

Tony clicked his tongue. "These days, even after the villain leaves, they still leave behind surveillance. They have no sense of boundaries."

Bruce stood in the middle of the ruins, his cloak edge burned beyond recognition, his gaze still fixed on the direction of the gashapon shop beneath his mask.

Darkseid's goal is clear.

Li Ang's gashapon machine was so outrageous that it could rewrite the course of a battle.

"Bruce, are you even standing still?"

Clark landed beside him, his cloak slowly drooping down.

"It can stand firm."

"You don't look like it."

"I always look like this."

Tony retracted his helmet, revealing his smug face.

"To put it another way, he's in pain all over, but he has to maintain the Batman image; after all, you can't complain of back pain while wearing a black cape."

Bruce glanced at him. "You can go back now."

"Don't rush me, shouldn't you reimburse me for some of my battle losses?"

Tony pointed to the inside of his armor. "And we haven't even had a proper chance to play around in your world yet!"

"I was just stabbed to death. Can't you show a little respect for the wounded?"

Hal sat up against a broken wall, clutching his chest, his expression complex.

"You're in better health than I am right now, stop pretending."

Natasha stood beside him, her suitcase already closed.

Barry, supporting his shoulder, slowly moved closer. "He's already died once, can't he at least pretend for five minutes?"

Hal nodded immediately. "Did you hear that? Young people are more sensible."

"If you move again, I'll have Crazy Diamond make up for the pain you just felt."

Hal immediately shut up and made a zipping motion.

Diana looked at the pink and blue stand-in behind Natasha, her eyes still filled with a lingering shock.

She had seen divine magic and she had seen magic.

But this ability to forcefully pull back from the brink of death is completely unlike any system she is familiar with.

Steve slung his shield back over his shoulder and scanned the battlefield.

"First, confirm whether any enemy remains, treat the wounded, and then seal off the square."

"You make it sound like we're here to help carry bricks." Pietro squatted on a lamppost, a lollipop dangling from his mouth.

"That big guy's gone. Is the battle over just like that? I wasn't done yet!"

Thor swung his hammer and looked at the pile of black ash on the ground.

"Brother, the end of the battle and the end of the trouble are two different things, and you never seem to be able to tell the difference."

Loki strolled over from the side and patted off non-existent dust from his sleeve.

Thor looked at him. "Then you divide it."

Loki raised his chin and pointed to a spot not far away.

"For example, that makeup artist is planning to run away."

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

On the other side of the square, the clown stood next to a toy Batmobile, stuffing a dark purple cane into the vehicle.

His smiling bat soldiers formed a circle, trailing purple-black light behind them, each toy soldier making exaggerated electronic laughter to distract the viewer.

The clown noticed that all eyes were on him and paused.

The next second, he raised his hands with an exaggerated smile on his face.

"Dear heroes, tonight's performance has come to an end. Thank you for watching, and please remember to give us a five-star review!"

Bruce raised his hand, and the batarang slid into his palm.

"clown."

The clown immediately took a half step back. "Little bat, don't be so reluctant to part with me. Love needs distance."

"You can't escape!"

"That's not necessarily true."

The clown suddenly pressed the button on his cane.

Bang bang bang!

A row of toy bat soldiers popped out colorful smoke canisters from their bellies, and purple-red smoke billowed out, instantly engulfing the clown and the toy bat car.

"The show's over, I have to rush to the next one!"

The clown's laughter came from the smoke, followed by the sound of wheels rubbing against the plastic pavement.

Bruce was about to rush over when he swayed.

The strain on Ultraman Ginga hadn't completely worn off yet, and the fact that he could stand up now was thanks to his willpower and years of training.

Clark turned to look at him. "Leave it to me."

Bruce didn't try to be brave. "Don't let him touch you."

"I know he will turn people into toys."

Tony added from the side, "Friendly reminder: this lunatic loves handshakes, hugs, kisses, and any physical contact that makes you regret being born."

The clown's toy Batmobile burst out from the other end of the smoke, its colorful lights flashing wildly on both sides, and the smiling face on the front sticking out its tongue.

The clown sat in the driver's seat, wearing a top hat that appeared out of nowhere.

"Goodbye, little bat, I'll bring back a new show next time!"

Before he could finish speaking...

A red and blue figure fell from the sky and stood right in front of the car.

Clark stood in the middle of the road, his feet crushing the scorched ground, his cloak billowing in the residual heat.

The toy Batmobile came to an abrupt stop, its front end just half a meter from his chest.

"Wow, Mr. Red Cape, the way you're stopping cars is dangerous. The traffic authorities will give you a ticket." The clown winked.

Clark looked at him. "Get out of the car."

"Can I choose not to?"

"Okay, I'll lift the car up."

The clown glanced at Clark's arm, then at his car, and his smile suddenly turned docile.

He pushed open the car door, slowly got out, and raised his hands to his shoulders.

"Okay, okay, I surrender. Don't hit me in the face, I make a living with my looks."

Pietro scoffed from afar, "Does anyone actually order from someone with that face of yours?"

The clown turned his head and said, "Silver-haired kid, you don't understand art."

Bruce had reached the edge of the smoke, his gaze growing even more intense.

"Clown, stop with the tricks."

"How could I dare?"

The Joker spread his hands, took two steps closer to Clark, and looked so innocent that you wanted to punch him.

"I just wanted to shake hands with the great Superman. After all, you just saved me, and I'm very touched."

Clark did not reach out.

The Joker, however, seemed oblivious to his guard, suddenly leaning forward and grabbing Clark's wrist with surprising speed.

Bruce immediately spoke up, "Clark!"

The moment the Joker's fingers touched Clark's wrist, a smile had already spread across his face.

Determining whether a fruit is a "Childhood Fun Fruit" is simple.

By touching the body, reading the target information, overwriting existence, and turning people into toys.

With this tactic, he sent gangsters, security guards, Parademons, and even Apokolips Vanguard into the toy box.

Superman?

Even the strongest creature is still a living being with a body.

Once you encounter him, you should step into his script.

The Joker has even come up with a new name.

Clockwork red cape, limited edition Krypton baby, buy one get one free smiley face sticker.

But the next second, his smile froze.

Nothing happened.