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He is both your nemesis and your best friend, Bruce.

“Bruce,” Depp interrupted the two men in front of him, saying, “Protect Dick no matter what.”

Bruce looked at Depp upon hearing this, and it was the first time he had ever seen Depp with such a serious expression.

"Don't worry, I won't let him be in any danger."

Depp sighed and said, "You actually know this guy."

"I know him?"

Bruce suddenly realized that Depp didn't call this guy the Laughing Man like the others, but rather the Joker.

clown...

clown...

As Bruce silently recited the name, a figure with green hair, pale skin, and covered in blood and corrosive liquid suddenly appeared in his mind.

"It's him?" Bruce exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, it’s him,” Depp said.

Gordon was completely bewildered and asked, "Him? Who is he? Can you say something I can understand?"

Depp explained, "He was originally a kind and pitiful man, but he was driven to the brink by the mob and ultimately watched helplessly as his wife and unborn child died tragically."

Upon hearing this, Gordon immediately pictured Barbara and his daughter in his mind, imagining them dying tragically before his eyes...

No, Gordon couldn't imagine that scene.

"His name is Joseph Cole, a dangerous and insane poor man."

"Someone that Bruce and I couldn't save."

Looking at the silent Depp and Bruce, Gordon downed his drink, picked up the photo, and turned to leave.

At night, in an apartment on Naihe Island, the clown looked at the room with its lights on but now occupied by a different person, and turned to leave.

The cemetery is filled with tombstones.

The Joker stood before a tombstone inscribed with "Jennie Coleman," his white-gloved hand gently stroking it as if caressing his wife.

After a long while, he stood up.

The evening breeze scattered his green hair and tears, revealing the eternal smile beneath.

“We should go find some fun, Jenny.”

Chapter 104 The Gotham Mayor's Outlandish Ideas

Today is a good day.

The powerful and influential Mayor of Gotham City, Hamilton Hill, will attend a grand festival party.

"It will be your turn to appear soon, Mr. Mayor."

As soon as the tall, blonde secretary Rosabeth finished speaking, Hamilton pulled her into his arms.

"Go on, I'm listening."

Hamilton, with his thinning hair, warmed Rosabeth's alluring body with his hands, closed his eyes, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Rosabeth watched Hamilton's mouth slowly approach hers, a barely perceptible look of disgust on her face.

Two minutes later, Rosabeth glanced at her watch, her eyes still blurry with drunkenness, and said, "There are five minutes left before it's time for your car tour. You'd better hurry downstairs and get in the car."

"No rush."

After Hamilton finished speaking, he gently stroked her hair.

A minute later, Hamilton said, "It's time to get going."

Hamilton was put into a convertible, where his wife had been waiting for some time.

As the mayor drove away, Rosabeth immediately turned around, ran into the toilet, knelt down in front of the toilet, and vomited.

When she looked up, a strange man with green hair was looking at her with an eerie smile.

"Who are you... wait, how did you get in here? You weirdo, get out of here right now, or I'll call the guards!"

“Calm down, girl.” The clown handed Rosabeth a tissue and said, “This is fucking disgusting! Tell me the route the mayor’s car is taking.”

The mayor's car drove along the red carpet at the festival venue. Hamilton stood up from the car and waved to the Gotham crowds who were screaming and shouting at him.

The red carpet for the festival banquet was 800 meters long, and the car moved slowly and steadily, taking about three minutes to reach the destination.

Hamilton actually felt that the time was still too short; he thoroughly enjoyed being surrounded and cheered by people.

If possible, he would like the parade time to be doubled.

When the car was halfway there, a beautiful little girl dressed in Lolita fashion walked out of the crowd and onto the edge of the red carpet, holding a bouquet of flowers.

Upon seeing the purple headband on her head, the guards, who had been on edge, immediately relaxed their vigilance.

This was part of the previously arranged "gift to the mayor" segment, where the lovely girl would present Hamilton with a bouquet of fragrant roses at the edge of the red carpet.

If Hamilton accepts the bouquet of roses, then that evening the girl will appear in the presidential suite he has booked, dressed in the outfit he has specified.

If she doesn't accept the bouquet of roses, a second girl will come out fifty meters away and offer flowers until she accepts them.

It has to be said, the powerful and wealthy in Gotham are quite the ladies' man.

Upon seeing the girl's innocent and naive face, Hamilton immediately licked his lips; she was his favorite type!

He can't wait any longer!

He bent down and reached out in advance, wanting to be the first to take the roses from the girl's hand.

However, neither Hamilton nor the guards noticed that beneath the girl's beautiful skirt, her legs were trembling slightly, as if she had just witnessed something terrible.

Hamilton accepted the flowers and gently stroked the girl's hand.

He knew that tonight would be an absolutely wonderful night.

He was already thinking about how he would toy with the cute girl from earlier.

Lost in his own reverie, Hamilton lowered his head and gently sniffed the rose in his hand.

Ok?

Beneath the roses, something reflecting a black sheen caught his attention.

Then... "Bang!"

A wisp of smoke drifted past the roses, and Hamilton fell straight down with a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

On the rooftop of a building not far away, the clown watched all of this through binoculars.

When Hamilton was blown in the head by a pistol hidden in a rose, he excitedly slapped his thigh and laughed wildly: "Mayor of Gotham, what a brilliant idea! What a delightful day... Well, you have to admit, there's not much of a sense of accomplishment in messing with these idiots."

He threw the binoculars off the roof, where they lay sprawled out on the rooftop.

"boring!"

"boring!"

"boring!"

The clown turned to the side, propped his chin on his elbow, and muttered to himself, "I thought this place would be more interesting than other places. Turns out it's not much different!"

"Looks like I need to find some interesting guys to hang out with."

As he spoke, the image of Depp appeared in his mind.

The next moment, a gentle voice rang in her mind: "No, you can't lay a hand on Mr. Depp!"

The clown shook his head vigorously and then rolled on the ground.

"I know! I know!"

Do you need to tell me that?

"No one can hurt him, not even me!"

Then, an image appeared in his mind: a figure wearing a cloak with pointed ears...

"What about this one?" the clown muttered to himself. "Well, if you don't say anything, that means you agree. The little bat will definitely be interesting!"

He held up his phone and said, "So...should I go online and look up what bats are afraid of?"

Inside the Gotham Police Department, Gordon stared speechlessly at the woman in front of him.

The woman, wearing an expensive mink coat, was obese with a fleshy face; she was none other than the Roman's sister, Carlaviti.

Calravetti clenched his short, thick, fat hands into fists and slammed them repeatedly on the Gotham Police Department desk, roaring, "My men are dead in Gotham! You have to give me an explanation!"

Gordon, also somewhat agitated by this, said coldly, "Ms. Carla, this is the Gotham Police Department, not Chicago, and certainly not your home. Please show some respect! The Gotham Police Department is none of your business, you gangsters!"

"What did you say?!"

Carla gritted his teeth and said that in his eyes, the Gotham Police Department was still the same as before, nothing more than a bunch of his brother's lackeys.

Therefore, being mocked in the face by Gordon made Carla feel extremely humiliated.

Brock stepped forward to smooth things over, saying, "Beautiful lady, please be patient. The Gotham Police Department is doing everything in its power to find the killer and will give you an answer as soon as possible."

"Hmph!" Carla winked at Brock and said, "This officer knows how to talk. I mean, can't your Gotham Police Department find someone with higher emotional intelligence to be the boss?"

Just as an enraged Gordon was about to kick Carla out, a young police officer rushed in from outside, shouting, "Chief Gordon, something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

Gordon glared at him and said, "Don't be so hasty, what happened?"

The young officer, even more flustered by that glare, stammered, "Mayor...Mayor..."

"What's wrong with the mayor?" Gordon asked.

He wondered what kind of trouble Hamilton had gotten himself into this time.

I'll get you in jail sooner or later!

"The mayor...the mayor was shot in the head at the festival party!"

"what?!"