I, the anti-superman, have hacked into the chat group.

Carl nodded. It seemed the disguise was working well. Next, they would head to Gotham. Speaking of which, the Joker of Justice, who survived from Earth-3, was also in Gotham City.

Chapter 219 Gotham Night Patrol

Carl, dressed in a bat costume, flew silently to Gotham City.

"Alright, from now on you can't fly anymore," Batman's voice came through the headset.

He didn't trust Carl as much as he did Superman, so he devoted some of his energy to remotely guiding the night patrol from the Batcave.

"Of course, I will never forget the iconic grappling hook gun."

Without being told, Karl had already landed on the ground, took out the grappling hook gun he had prepared beforehand, and swung around the city.

This city is quite special, even on Earth where superheroes abound.

First of all, superpowers are the main theme in the DC universe, and this city is no exception. It is also full of various superpowered villains. However, the superheroes who protect this city are almost all ordinary people.

In this situation, they not only protected the city, but also created many legends within the criminal community. The city itself did not represent much benefit, and coupled with various bad legends, it made super-powered criminals from the outside not want to enter.

Meanwhile, Batman insists that the city belongs to him and doesn't allow other heroes to interfere. All these factors combined result in only ordinary people being able to enter without hindrance.

Of course, there are always exceptions, and there are ordinary people who are restricted, such as the night owl.

After seeing the high-pressure Gotham City in Earth-3, Batman had already made up his mind: he would not allow Nite Owl into this Gotham City, lest the other party have ulterior motives.

The Joker of Justice had guessed this, and since he knew the city best, he chose to hide here.

He didn't need to hide, but he and Batman are not on the same side, and his methods of carrying out justice are much more intense. So he either has to change that, or he can choose to be imprisoned by Batman. If he doesn't want to do either, he can only hide.

"Ha, ha, ha, look at you, Bane. You could have been a fighter, but now you're just a human canned food slung around with drugs. Don't you find that hilarious?"

In an abandoned warehouse, the Joker from Earth-3 is facing off alone against a group of villains wearing skull masks.

The most conspicuous one among them was the leader. He was tall and his muscle mass had exceeded the limits of human ability. A tube was inserted into the back of his head, connecting to a metal canister on his back. This was Bane, and the masks of the others were imitations of him.

Bain said in a booming voice, "I've heard that you've gone even crazier lately, and it seems that's true today, daring to directly break into the Bain Gang's headquarters."

Bane hasn't figured out the Joker's true identity yet, and most of the villains haven't figured it out either. The Joker and Harley Quinn do know, but he's happy to make things even more confusing. Plus, this Joker isn't interested in Batman, so everyone still thinks the Joker is just going crazy again.

Just as the Joker was a good guy in Earth-3, so was Bane. In fact, he was the Joker's predecessor. Before Kal't officially appeared in the world, he was already rebelling against the darkness of Gotham. It's just that Nite Owl didn't have a principle of not killing, which led to the early death of the righteous Bane.

In a sense, the righteous clown is following in the footsteps of his predecessors, but fate has played a cruel trick on him. Now he has met the counterpart of the other party, who is an absolute enemy.

The clown snapped out of his reverie and burst into laughter, saying, "Don't you all feel regretful wearing skulls all day? Because look at this world, it's full of laughter and joy, so why not have a good laugh out loud?!"

As the clown spoke, thick green smoke suddenly billowed from several corners of the warehouse, and anyone who came into contact with the smoke revealed an exaggeratedly exaggerated smile.

"Oh no, it's laughing gas!"

This trick was so famous that many people recognized it immediately. However, despite knowing it, they couldn't find a way to counter it. Most of these people were thugs who didn't understand the principles of nitrous oxide and didn't have gas masks on hand. As a result, many of them were immediately affected.

"You're asking for it!" Bain roared in fury.

At this critical moment, he abandoned everyone behind him and charged towards the Joker. His so-called subordinates were nothing more than a rabble he had gathered, and two of them were even misguided teenagers. Bane didn't care about them at all; killing the Joker in front of him was what he wanted to do now.

The Joker was completely focused. When Bane rushed in front of him and threw a punch, he ducked back and narrowly dodged it. The wind from the punch was so strong that it even made the Joker's face sway.

But he still maintained his smile. Facing someone who could easily turn him into mincemeat, the Joker touched the boutonniere on his suit, and the strong acid stored inside sprayed out, causing Bane's entire fist to emit a lot of blue smoke.

"Ugh!" The pain of flesh dissolving was so intense that even Bane couldn't help but groan and clutch his hand.

The Joker, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass. He sprayed green laughing gas from his sleeves and simultaneously sprinkled a lot of strong acid, which directly dissolved Bane's mask.

"Ugh, ha... haha." Bane fell for it and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

The clown laughed even more maniacally: "Ha ha, ha ha ha!"

The nitrous oxide from the warehouse had already permeated this area. Unlike the Joker, Bane didn't have any way to remove it. Laughter was just a side effect; after all, it was a poisonous gas. If he continued to inhale it, he would surely die on the spot.

For a moment, everyone in the warehouse burst into laughter, and with that laughter, they walked step by step toward death. The clown laughed the loudest and was the only one who was genuinely laughing.

However, a moment later, the clown's voice stopped abruptly as a giant hand gripped his throat.

"You madman, don't underestimate me! Die! Die!!"

Bane's veins bulged, and his muscles grew even larger, making one worry that they might explode, showcasing his unparalleled power.

At the same time, the canister on his back was gurgling. His muscles came from the drug inside. The emergency increased the drug's delivery speed, which made his physical fitness increase dramatically in a short period of time, and even temporarily made him immune to laughing gas.

However, all of this comes at a price. The drug enhances his physical abilities but also affects his brain. Bane, who created the drug, is a highly intelligent person, but now he has become a complete brute.

The clown struggled desperately, releasing a lot of strong acid from his corsage, but even after the reserves inside were exhausted, he only managed to dissolve a thin layer of the other person's skin.

Bane roared and lifted the Joker high into the air before slamming him down. Such power would be unbearable even for a block of iron, let alone a mortal body.

Just as the clown was about to be splattered with blood, a rope with a hook suddenly wrapped around Bane's wrist from above, preventing him from smashing down no matter how hard he tried.

Chapter 220 I am the Night...

The rope wrapped around Bane's wrists, rendering him immobile, and then at the crucial moment, it pulled him sharply upwards, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards to the ground. At the same time, it released the Joker from his grasp.

The clown coughed a few times, still recovering from the perilous situation, when suddenly a strong wind blew up, completely dispersing the surrounding laughter gas.

"This is an emergency, but you should still use your superpowers less often," Batman's voice came through the earpiece.

“I understand, we should start stealthing now.” Carl replied after flying from the rooftop to the doorway and blowing away the laughing gas. After all, he was playing Batman, and it wouldn’t be fun if the methods went too far.

With that, Karl vanished into the darkness and silently crept into the warehouse.

The nitrous oxide didn't linger for long. As soon as it stopped, several people stood up, rubbing their sore faces from laughing, and then angrily grabbed weapons and charged at the clown.

Ignoring the lingering pain in his neck, the Joker struggled to his feet, but before he could make a move, a member of the Bane Gang suddenly got his foot tangled in something and fell to the ground.

"help me!"

The man cried out for help in terror, but no one answered him, as if he were being pulled into the darkness by something unseen. Most of them were newly recruited and lacked confidence.

The sudden turn of events caused the remaining few to temporarily halt their attack, huddling together in a tense atmosphere, prioritizing their own lives above all else.

"Ow..."

One of them suddenly cried out in pain and then collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

"What happened? What's going on? Everything was fine just now!"

"How would I know, tell me, is he already dead?"

"Why don't you go and see for yourself?" "Why don't you go?"

The group shifted blame to each other. They still had some backbone, daring to become criminals in Gotham, but the 'death' before them was too inexplicable, just like the person who had just been dragged away, leaving no trace.

Fear stems from the unknown; the more unclear the situation, the easier it is to frighten people. This is a common tactic of Batman, simple and effective.

“Continue, this time show some of your presence,” Batman advised.

Seeking a sense of security, the remaining people began to move closer to the corner of the wall. However, this was exactly what Karl wanted. Suddenly, a pair of large hands appeared from the shadows, covering a person's mouth and nose from behind and silently pulling him into the shadows.

"Oh no, where's Sam?! Where did he go? He was just here!"

The group quickly realized something was wrong, but this only deepened their fear, especially since a dark shadow seemed to have flashed past in their peripheral vision just as they had asked the question.

After several conversations, they discovered that more than one person had seen the dark figure, meaning that it was definitely not a hallucination.

"Who...who are you? Come out! Stop playing tricks!" someone shouted, though his voice trembled noticeably.

"It's time to go out and intimidate them," Batman reminded him.

Carl nodded and jumped onto a pile of wooden crates. He stood high above them, muttering in a voice as thin as a throat.

"I am the night, I am revenge, I am... Batman!"

Everyone present felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck their minds, leaving them momentarily at a loss for how to react.

"Pfft!" Batman in the earpiece seemed to have sprayed out some kind of drink.

"What are you doing? I need you to intimidate them!" Batman's tone was agitated, the strongest he had ever been since Carl had met him.

Having successfully said what he wanted to say, Carl was in a good mood. He replied quietly, "Yeah, look, they're all intimidated, aren't they?"

Indeed, everyone froze in place, seemingly intimidated by Karl's overwhelming aura, and dared not make any move.

This made Batman wonder for a moment. Was this really the impression he usually gave off? Otherwise, why would this statement work so well?

The Bane Gang had already been terrified, but this exaggerated entrance and dialogue made them feel as if they were in a dream, as if something fantastic had become reality. It did indeed successfully intimidate them, as did the Joker.

"Is this Batman's style? It's so different from Night Owl's," the Joker thought to himself. He'd met plenty of strange people; this was nothing special.

Of course, there was one who wasn't so convinced: Bane, who had lost his mind. Due to the excessive use of drugs, he had almost lost his ability to think. Seeing his old rival, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally appear, he rushed over in a hurry.

The sturdy wooden crates used to store goods were no match for Bain at this moment, being torn to shreds and leaving Karl without a foothold.

Seeing the enemy approaching, Batman quickly adjusted his headset and said, "Be careful, don't kill him or expose your superpowers. Try to cut the tube at the back of his head to stop him."

Carl nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, holding a batarang in his hand, and rushed forward immediately after landing.

Bane's movements appeared as slow as a snail to Carl, but Carl didn't use his speed advantage. Instead, he seemingly hastily jumped directly onto Bane's head. Carl couldn't use flight techniques, meaning he couldn't move freely in the air and had lost his agility.

As expected, Bane didn't let this opportunity pass. His seemingly clumsy body suddenly used a skill to grab Karl in mid-air.

Then, with one hand restraining one end of the body, he lifted Karl above his head, bent his right leg, and seemed to be planning to break the human body in two like firewood.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Bain clutched his knee and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Everyone was puzzled. No matter how outrageous Batman was, he was still an ordinary person. How could he have escaped unscathed from Bane's powerful attack?

At this point, some observant people noticed that the tube in the back of Bane's head had been cut off at some point. They then came up with a reasonable explanation: Bane must have suddenly lost his drug supply, causing a backlash that made him faint. Batman, on the other hand, was unharmed because his strength had diminished.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the strongest fighter on the scene had already fallen, and the other henchmen, including the clown, could only accept their defeat.

As Carl prepared the ropes to bind the criminals, he said to Batman, "This should meet your requirements, right?"

"It's alright. Although some superpowers were used, at least some concealment was done. Bane is also mentally unstable, and he probably won't remember what happened today during the recovery process," Batman said.

Carl tied everyone up, except for the Joker. This guy was special; he was there to fill in for Batman, so the decision was left to him: "What do you plan to do with him?"

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Chapter 221 Unexpected Visitor

The Joker did not resist. First, his equipment was almost depleted, so he couldn't win even if he wanted to. Second, he didn't want to fight. As fellow vigilantes, Batman was not his target. He would usually avoid him if they met. The only conflict between the two was about the principle of not killing.