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

No plastics, no shrinkage, no gears.

There was also no familiar concept overwrite feedback.

The clown touched his wrist as if there was an invisible wall between them.

Even though my fingertip was already on it, the power didn't work.

The Joker looked down at his hands, then looked up at Clark.

"Um?"

Clark looked down at him. "What did you just do?"

The clown winked. "Perhaps it's a friendly social experiment?"

Tony took a few steps closer, and the armor's scanning beam swept across Clark's body, with Jarvis's analysis coming from inside the visor.

"Sir, a stable bio-field exists on the surface of Superman's body. This field prevents physical contact with the target, and the target's ability could not be read."

Tony was delighted.

"So, the Joker touched a protective layer?"

Jarvis paused for a moment, then said, "That's one way to understand it."

Pietro was squatting on a lamppost, laughing so hard he almost fell off.

"Joker, you don't even deserve to touch his skin, that's too pathetic."

The clown's expression finally changed.

It's like a child opening a gift and finding that it contains only instructions.

He doesn't believe in superstitions.

He reached out with his left hand and pressed it directly against Clark's chest.

Clark did not move.

The clown's palm touched the red and yellow sign, and the Childlike Fun Fruit activated once again.

Nothing happened.

"Are you wearing an invisible shell?"

The clown slowly raised his head, his eyes shining frighteningly bright.

Clark looked at him calmly. "I guess so."

"That's not fair! Little Bat! He cheated!"

The clown suddenly jumped up, "Did you see that?"

Bruce walked over, expressionless. "You have no right to talk about fairness."

"This is a professional skill of mine."

"He is too," Tony couldn't help but interject. "Superman's professional skill is called physical cheat, which is just as unreasonable as your magical cheat."

The clown took a half step back, his eyes darting around rapidly.

"Okay, I admit, Mr. Red Cloak is a bit tricky."

As he spoke, he lightly touched the ground with the tip of his shoe.

Click.

Two spring-loaded bombs popped out from the bottom of the toy Batmobile, hissing out colorful smoke.

call!

Clark simply blew out a breath of cold air.

The two spring bombs froze instantly, even the smoke was frozen into colorful ice flowers, which fell to the ground with a thud.

"I hate all-rounders."

The clown stared at the two lumps of ice, his lips twitching.

"it's over."

Clark reached out and grabbed him.

The clown suddenly rolled backward, his cane flashing out a dark purple streak, and a dozen smiling bat soldiers pounced on him at the same time.

"Kids, stop Daddy's bad friend!"

The toy soldier rushed up to Clark, the gears clattering.

Clark did not throw a punch.

He simply stood there, raising his hand to protect Bruce behind him, letting the toy soldiers crash into his biofield.

Bang bang bang!

The toy soldiers were launched into the air one by one, shattering into pieces all over the ground.

The purplish-black light attempted to reassemble them, but was destroyed by Clark's thermal vision.

The clown seized the opportunity to turn and run.

He ran quite fast, and his route was very tricky.

One moment he was jumping over a broken car, the next he was crawling into a collapsed GG sign, and then he even took out a loudspeaker and played fake footsteps.

Clark disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of him.

The clown slammed on the brakes, leaving two black marks on the ground with the soles of his shoes.

"Does your family not walk around?"

"I fly."

"That was a very hurtful answer."

The clown held his cane across his chest, his smile becoming exaggerated again.

"Mr. Red Cloak, are you really going to arrest me?"

"Yes."

"I just helped out. My toy soldiers held off that assassin, otherwise you would have lost a few more people."

Clark looked at Bruce.

Bruce walked over, his cape trailing behind the gravel. "You've turned half of Gotham into a toy too."

The clown shrugged. "Art always needs an audience."

"You treat people like toys."

"You see yourself as the father of the city; we both have some issues."

Bruce clenched his fist.

Tony intervened just in time, "Batman, calm down, if you break him, Natasha will have to take care of him."

Natasha glanced at the clown. "I'm not fixing this."

Hal had only recently recovered and was walking over, leaning on a cane that resembled a green light.

"I'll cast my vote to lock him in the deepest cell and put ten more locks on the door."

Barry nodded. "Add another device to prevent people from telling jokes."

The clown immediately looked at him. "Young man, this is cruel."

The steel-boned mechanical eyes blinked, "I can design."

"None of you have a sense of humor."

The clown suddenly stopped laughing and scanned the crowd with his eyes.

"But do you really think that capturing me is the end of it?"

Bruce took a step closer. "At least tonight."

The clown tilted his head. "Little bat, you've changed."

Bruce did not respond.

Clark reached out and grabbed the Joker by the back of the collar, his movements as clean as picking up a skinny cat that had wandered into the kitchen.

The clown's limbs were off the ground, and the tips of his shoes were still dangling.

"Wait, this pose is beneath my villainous dignity."

Clark looked at Bruce. "I'm handing him over to you."

"Arkham can't hold him, and neither can a regular cell."

Bruce spoke quickly, as if he already had the answer.

Tony immediately chimed in, "So you're finally admitting it?"

"Arkham Grand Stage, come if you have a dream, all residents get food and help with escape."

Bruce looked at him.

Tony shrugged. "Don't look at me. Li Ang told me about this."

Clark threw the Joker at Bruce's feet, but did not set him free.

A bio-force field pressed down on the Joker, preventing him from even reaching out to touch anyone.

"Black Gate Prison for Superpowered Individuals"

Clark's tone was calm. "There's a special isolation layer there that can prevent contact-based abilities."

"I will personally escort him," Bruce nodded.

The clown sat on the ground and straightened his crooked bow tie.

"A black door? Sounds like the lower-end members' area. Little Bat, you finally decided to change my room?"

"You won't like it there."

"That's not necessarily true. I'm very adaptable."

Tony walked over to Bruce and spoke in a low voice.

"I suggest we check his gloves, shoes, clothes, hair, teeth, and everything else where he could hide something."

The clown immediately raised his hand, "I protest! This is an invasion of privacy!"

Natasha gave him a dismissive look. "You have a privacy?"

The clown thought about it seriously, "That's true, I usually perform in public."

……

A temporary blockade of Gotham was quickly established.

The steel frame was integrated into the city's system, allowing all surveillance cameras near the square to be taken over again.

Barry was responsible for getting the surviving wounded to safety, while Hal used the Green Light Ring to build a barrier to prevent ordinary people from accidentally entering the ruins.

Diana stood in front of Big Badah.

The Apokolips warrior remained kneeling on the ground, her armor torn and her arms hanging limply, but she did not beg for mercy.

Darkseid left without taking her with him or giving her any orders.

For the Apokolips warriors, this was worse than defeat.

"You can choose to be sent to prison for rehabilitation, or you can choose to continue fighting."