Miss Justice is not motivated

"Why is that? The first Robin didn't get along with Batman, so he went out and started his own family. As for the second Robin... well, it's because he died!"

"I think it's really unfair. After all, Robin keeps changing, but Nightwing has always been the same person. Doesn't that seem very unstable? It's not balanced at all, and there's no sense of beauty in the contrast between the two, is there?"

"So... although doing this makes me seem like some green-haired beast, not doing it also doesn't fit my personal opinion... Batman, did you see that? I won't be like that guy, deliberately leaving an address or clues for you."

With that, Baina quickly carried Nightwing to the nearest sewer. She could faintly hear the sound of fighter jets approaching; Deathstroke probably wouldn't be able to hold Batman off for long.

Having obtained Deathstroke's contact information from Deadshot, Baiana hired him for a considerable sum. Her purpose, of course, wasn't to use him to defeat or kill Batman, but simply to have him delay their journey.

This incomprehensible speech, along with footage of Baina defeating Nightwing, was broadcast live. Today... everyone witnessed the rise of a new supervillain. A girl named The Comedian, an unpredictable and mentally ill person with her own aesthetics and values.

"Hey! Does this count as overlapping attributes?!" the man lying on the hospital bed shouted in dissatisfaction, pulling at his short, bright green hair. "Is anyone there?! Come quick! Contact the middleman for me, I need to see him tomorrow!"

The television in front of him was playing Baina's declaration. Looking at the girl, he let out a dissatisfied snort.

A middle-aged man with no distinguishing features walked towards him, scratching the back of his head. He looked at the medical report in his hand and said, "Not yet, Joker. The doctor Mr. Siennis invited said that you need at least ten more days of rest to fully recover. If we let you go out now... I'm afraid Batman will be coming after you soon."

During the time Arkham was attacked, the Joker certainly wasn't idle. He was furious because Deadshot had 'snatched' Harley Quinn, whom he didn't want. Even if Harley Quinn was a toy he didn't want, it didn't mean someone else could take her; what belonged to him could only belong to him.

Thus, the Joker and Deadshot engaged in a duel on the helicopter escaping Arkham Asylum, with Deadshot predictably losing and plummeting from the helicopter. If he hadn't caught a roadside billboard and grabbed it, slowing his descent, he would be a bloody mess by now.

Even so, the Joker was still unable to get up from the ground. If it weren't for Black Mask's subordinates seeing the madman and asking if they wanted to bring him back, Gotham City's infamous prince of crime would probably have drowned in the ditch.

"Is that so? It seems so." The clown slumped his head, looking utterly dejected. "Where's the medicine? What am I supposed to take today? Nutritional supplements? Or antibiotics? I'm sick of this."

Seeing that the Joker seemed to have calmed down, the middle-aged man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. When he first received the news from Black Mask that he was to take care of the Joker, he was so terrified that he almost wet himself, and his liver and gallbladder were shattered. Every time he came to see him, he was always on tenterhooks.

However, after spending some time with him, the middle-aged man realized that the clown wasn't as crazy as he had imagined; he was just a bit manic. He took out a glass of water and some pills, handing them to the clown as he said, "This is today's medicine, it will..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the clown snatched the pills and swallowed them, then drank the water in his glass in one gulp.

The middle-aged man sighed softly, surprised that the clown was so cooperative. Just as he was about to say something...

"Ugh... Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!" Almost simultaneously, the clown slammed the glass onto the table beside him, then plunged the broken edge directly into the middle-aged man's neck.

A spurt of blood shot out from his throat, and fresh blood gushed out from the wound on his neck.

"Phew, I can be discharged now." The Joker let out a cheerful hum as he watched the television screen showing Nightwing being dragged away. "How amusing, little bat. You couldn't save him before, so now... can you save him?"

He changed into a brand-new purple suit, combed his messy green short hair upwards, applied hair gel, and that familiar look appeared in the mirror.

There's no need to announce it to anyone; someone will come back to greet him, simply because... Gotham City's crime prince has returned.

Chapter Thirty: The Death of the Clown

The reason Black Mask favored the Joker wasn't because he was handsome or had any charisma. It was simply an unspoken rule among these gang leaders: a living Joker was far more valuable to them than a dead one.

A very simple fact: as long as the Joker is alive, Batman will always have his attention focused on him. This distributes the pressure across the gang leaders, and how much trouble this criminal prince might cause or how many massacres he might commit… that's none of their concern. After all, being pressured so much by the man in the Batsuit, these people, who already have little moral compass, simply don't care about such things.

In any case, as long as the Joker is given a small sum of money and some mentally unstable people at the bottom of the gang, he can distract Batman. For Black Mask or Penguin and others, why not do this?

As before, the Joker began his operations with new men and funds. Although Black Mask and his gang saw him as a useful sword, he wasn't exactly obedient; in a rage, he could easily chop off the wielder's hand. After being outmaneuvered and stabbed in the back several times, the gang leaders gave up on using the Joker and simply let him roam free to bite people.

For this reason, most gangs or middlemen in Gotham City won't sell firearms to the Joker. In most cases... he doesn't need them anyway; he mostly just uses unwanted items from other gangs to maintain appearances.

Harley Quinn, who was supposed to be his accountant and deputy, had long since disappeared, leaving the Joker to handle most things himself. This caused him great dissatisfaction, although he was still very interested in meeting with the middleman.

As agreed, the middleman requested to bring five people to the abandoned factory that would serve as the trading venue. So the Joker brought seven, partly to avoid making his group look too shabby, since making a comeback was no easy feat.

"Wow, so this is our new friend? Why don't you show your face?" The Joker was quite interested in the newly appeared middleman. After all, middlemen are usually very reluctant to sell goods to him, because there's a very, very high chance that Batman will follow the clues and come knocking on his door after this mentally ill person gets into trouble.

The middleman before them did not show his face, but wore a yellow and black hood. Hearing the clown's words, he said in a hoarse voice, "Having just arrived in your esteemed land, you must naturally be cautious in your actions. May I ask what your needs are?"

"Good, I like your easygoing nature. From this, it seems we'll have a good friendship." The clown had expected the other person to be angry about bringing a different number of people than planned, but they weren't. He was quite satisfied with this outcome; it showed the other person wasn't one to hold grudges over small things. "I need fire and equipment, but not too much. Secondly, I'd like to ask if you can provide chemical equipment and raw materials. I want to make some interesting 'gadgets,' but no one else will sell them to me."

"I would be very happy if you could find it for me and sell it to me."

With a chilling smile, the middleman frowned and then said, "Chemical instruments and raw materials? I'll have to ask about that."

The reason for wanting chemical instruments and raw materials is not complicated. Compared to various heavy firearms, the Joker prefers props and equipment that can create 'dramatic' effects. For example, his favorite acid corsage and pistol that can only shoot fireworks.

What he relies on most is not anything else, but the insane laughing gas that he invented and modified himself. Because Nightwing and Beaune's affair stole the spotlight, the Joker is now eager to create a big news story with insane laughing gas.

Locate Behaina and then 'talk' to her. This is the Joker's current strategy; he feels... something very interesting will happen when the two sides meet.

Just as the clown was thinking, the middleman put down his phone and turned around to say, "No problem, it just takes a little time to bring it over."

"So, how about we play something to pass the time before the stuff arrives?" The clown chuckled, pulling out a revolver and pointing it at his temple, a maniacal grin spreading across his face. "Sir, would you like to guess if this shot has a bullet?"

The middleman remained silent, and the air in the room grew heavy. Just as the clown was about to say something, the other person spoke first.

“No need, they’ve already shaken off the other side.” Shrugging, the middleman chuckled and pointed behind the clown. “Whatever, time’s up.”

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang." Eight gunshots rang out in quick succession. Before the Joker and his seven rookie henchmen could even react, large-caliber bullets pierced their brains and spines, scattering blood and chunks of flesh across the ground as the gunpowder-propelled bullets exploded.

"How about that, you bastard? I've wanted to do this for a while now. You were lucky to escape last time, you bastard." Deathshooer stomped heavily on the clown's face, looking at him with utter disgust. "What do we do now? Just kill him?"

"Shit, this isn't fun at all," the clown muttered, his spine broken by a bullet, as he struggled to break free. "Hey, there's no need to be so tense, is there? We just went a little too far last time."

Deathstroke, having removed his hood to reveal his white hair, glanced at the clown lying on the ground.

"Should we wait for that kid to come over?" Jason was now in charge, but he had left to lure Batman away from where he was tracking them. The role of middleman had fallen to the taciturn Deathstroke, but that was finally over.

“Wait for what? Is there any need to wait?” Not wanting to waste words with the Joker, Deadshot raised his Extreme Gun Bracers and pointed them at the Joker's temple. “Let’s play a fun game, Prince of Crime.”

"Want to guess whether the next shot is a blank or a real bullet? The stakes are your life."

Having temporarily entrusted the operations in Gotham City to Jason, Baiana shifted her focus away from Batman. To fulfill a promise to someone, she needed to travel to Metropolis, the City of Light, which corresponds to Gotham City.

As long as Jason, Deathstroke, Deadshot, and the others just keep hiding until he gets back, there shouldn't be any major problems. Although Batman's intelligence network is excellent, capturing these three won't be easy.

Anyway, by the time I get back, the Joker will be dead, but that's none of my business.

Perhaps because of the principle of like repels like, Baina hated clowns very much.

For Baina, out of sight, out of mind; she'd let them handle it if she could.

Now that she's become a perfect being... shouldn't she try something? Perhaps using her perfect being's cellular control abilities to mimic electric current through cellular friction? Or maybe modifying her body to resemble a Kryptonian's, building a yellow solar reactor within her? Or perhaps a Martian mental network?

But she had to see him eventually... Squinting at the city outside the window, feeling the warm sunshine on her skin... Bai Aina was very happy.

"?" Looking at Bai Aina's smiling face, Yi Tiao couldn't help but feel puzzled. She had originally thought she would be marginalized until the end of the month, but she didn't expect that this trip would be taken out by her teacher.

"Of course I'm showing you the scenery, so you won't be cooped up in your room all day daydreaming." Bai Aina smiled and pinched Yi Tiao's cheek, finding it quite pleasant to the touch. But comparing her to Jason... well, that's a bit of a stretch!

Chapter Thirty-One: Do you want curly hair or straight hair?

The building's LCD screens continuously played dazzling advertisements, and the streets were teeming with newlyweds. A long, congested river of steel churned along the highway, like a colossal, writhing creature.

Although it wasn't her first day in a modern metropolis, Ichijo was still struck by what she saw. Unlike Gotham City, which leaned towards the Victorian era, the Metropolitan City lacked that romantic Gothic feel. The city before her was a jungle of steel and concrete, far more modern than Gotham.

"Wow...wow...amazing!" She exclaimed, completely taken aback by the vibrant energy of the city, looking like a country bumpkin who had just arrived. Those around her glanced at her briefly before resuming their own activities.

The Book of Dimensions suddenly appeared and flipped through the pages, just as Bai Aina was about to say something. A scarlet arc of light abruptly swept across the previously clear sky, and the powerful wind pressure blew many passersby half a meter into the air before they landed. Glass windows on both sides of the street shattered instantly, and steel window frames bent.

"Wow... I..." Bai Aina hesitated, unsure what to say, her face turning somewhat worried. She took a notebook from her bosom, then put it back, a small regret filling her heart.

But perhaps we should give it a try… Just as Bai Aina was gazing at the lingering red sonic boom cloud, Yi Tiao couldn’t help but exclaim, “What was that just now?! Was it an airplane?! Or some kind of special bird? It was way too fast!”

"No, that's Superman." But this kind of flight is a bit too reckless, isn't it? Bai Aina looked around; it seemed no one was injured. "Anyway, let's get to our destination first. Stop looking around, Yi Tiao."

"Super...Superman? Wait! Teacher!" Ichijo quickly followed Bai Aina, but the allure of the modern city was undeniable, and she couldn't help but look around.

"Boss, two cone ice creams, please." Bai Aina tossed a few coins to the dessert shop owner and handed one of the cones to Yitiao. "Yitiao, why don't you try it? You probably haven't had it before, have you?"

"I understand." Taking the cone of ice cream, I looked at the milky white cream and the white steam rising from it, and then stuck out my red tongue and licked it.

"Mmm!" she exclaimed in surprise, savoring the sweet taste on her tongue as she earnestly began eating her cone ice cream. Beina, standing beside her, nodded gently, and after she finished, she handed her own cone ice cream.

"Huh? Thank you." Without hesitation, Ichijo took the second cone of ice cream and continued eating.

She was still just a child... Nodding slightly, Bai Aina found the child rather adorable this way. And considering the child's complete unfamiliarity with modern cities, they were always holding hands when crossing the street.

Although this journey took some time, Baina quickly arrived at her destination, the Lex Building in the heart of the metropolis.

Although Lexcorp is a well-known large corporation in the United States, its headquarters building looks quite ordinary and is no different from the buildings next to it.

"Teacher, are we here to see that guy named Lex Luthor?" During the time that Baina planned to bring her to Metropolis, Yitiao hadn't been idle; she had researched Lex Luthor and knew a thing or two about his reputation. "How do we get to him?"

“This is simple, not difficult at all.” With that, Bai Aina couldn’t help but laugh, and she calmly walked towards the Lex Building. The two security guards at the entrance, seeing her about to approach and ask a question, involuntarily stopped and returned to their positions.

Two strands of hair broke off, and Bai Aina waved to one of them behind her: "Don't stand still, hurry up and catch up."

"Hey hey hey?! Wait! I know!" After a slight hesitation, Yitiao quickly caught up with Bai Aina's pace.

The receptionist in the lobby looked surprised when she saw Bai Aina enter. Then, she looked at the girl who walked up to her and asked hesitantly, "Um... hello, miss, is there anything I can help you with?"

“I hope to meet your CEO, but I know it won't be that easy,” Bai Aina shrugged, pointing to the contact number on the table. “So, let me speak with your superiors. Although I'd love to say that I'm the one with the leverage, there are procedures to follow…”

“No need, Comedian.” Before Baina could finish speaking, a blond man in a suit and tie, wearing a blue eye patch, walked towards her. He looked at the short, gray-haired girl in front of him and noticed her strange expression. “If you want to see Lex, come with me. My name is Leonard Snider, just like you think.”

Compared to Leonard Snider, Captain Cold was more familiar to Baiana. However, in this timeline, he had reformed, going from a supervillain to the head of security for LexCorp, living a comfortable life.

Led by Leonard, Baina and Yitiao took the elevator to the top floor of the building. The interior was not as luxurious as they had imagined; the desks and bookshelves were quite ordinary. Sitting in the center of the room, with his back to the glass window, was a bald man in a suit, looking out the window, seemingly lost in thought.

No… a secretary? Bai Aina, who had expected a robot secretary, seemed quite surprised. Just then, Lex, sitting in his wheelchair, turned around and smiled as he looked at Bai Aina stepping out of the elevator.

"Should I call you The Laughing Man... or perhaps Baina Acerolario?" Luther's smile was meaningful as he sized up the gray-haired girl before him, and the emotion in his eyes was far from friendly.

“Titles are meaningless; the important thing is what we should talk about.” Baina spread her hands out, tilting them slightly upwards as she smiled. “Let’s make a deal. You want Lina Luther’s cure, and I have something I need from you.”

“Also…” Bai Aina glanced back at a machine in the corner of the room and pointed. “Forget about the machine, I can still sense these things.”

Crimson blood gushed from her fingertips, and with flashes of orange electricity, the blood was sprayed out from her fingertips in a manner mimicking a high-pressure water gun, using ripples. The X-ray device used to analyze Baina's body structure in the corner shattered in response.

"I'm serious, I want to talk this out openly." Seeing Luther's somewhat serious expression, Bai Aina couldn't help but tease him with a smile. "I have a way to make your hair grow back, you know. Do you want curly or straight hair? Red or flaxen?"

Chapter Thirty-Two: There Will Always Be Different People

Metropolis, America. This is considered the pride of America, home to the planet's most powerful superhero, the last survivor from Krypton, who lives on this land as a human, guided by his sister's teachings.

"Boss, is this okay?" The skinny man lying on top of the skyscraper loosened his shoulders; he had been in this position for a whole day.

"Don't worry, I exchanged a Silver-grade Destiny Enhancement Card for this process in the exchange area of ​​the Reincarnation Space, and it's certified by the space, so it definitely has a 90% feasibility rate." Sitting on a bench in the central square, the tall, muscular, black-haired man adjusted his sunglasses, trying to calm himself down. "But we still need to be careful, Hag. Your mentality is too bad. Our opponent is the most famous hero in American comics; he has a non-killing principle. Even if we lose, we won't die."

The man called Hague muttered something but said nothing more, quietly continuing his stakeout.

Indeed, theoretically speaking, this plan is quite feasible. Hague is currently equipped with the "Hidden Character" destiny from the world of *The Legend of the Fate Hunter*, meaning he won't be detected unless he launches an attack. He has also enhanced his ability system from the world of *A Certain Magical Index*, specifically the level five "Absolute Accuracy," which allows his bullets to transcend any conceptual or physical limitations, ensuring a guaranteed hit on his opponent.

Furthermore, Hagupit's special Nen ability from the world of "Hunter x Hunter" allows him to use his mental power to influence a more metaphysical destiny, enabling him to defeat opponents who are much stronger than himself in one fell swoop.

Moreover, the bullets are made from Kryptonite, which can be considered the natural enemy of Kryptonians, providing an absolute and foolproof safety net.