American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

With more and more doubts arising, Batman accessed the live surveillance footage.

The image shows the Scarecrow from Arkham Asylum. He is sleeping and shows no signs of wanting to cause trouble.

Batman saw that he was very honest, so the scene changed.

This surveillance footage shows the Penguin's Iceberg Restaurant.

Since the factory explosion, the Penguin has disappeared from public view.

Even when several newly formed gangs came to take over his Penguin territory, he didn't show up!

This is very strange!

"Perhaps the primary goal now is to find the Penguin! He must know something!"

The surveillance footage changed again, this time monitoring the Joker!

The clown was still the same old clown, grinning foolishly at the monitor. His smile was extremely crazy and evil, and those who knew him could even see a hint of mockery in it.

Batman is making sure the Joker doesn't escape. Gotham is already in enough chaos; the Joker, that troublemaker, absolutely cannot get out.

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The real Joker of Gotham is working hard right now.

Under his operation, corpses were quickly stitched up, and their molars were pulled out and replaced with another type of metal teeth called "Dionysian Factor".

These metal teeth contain "Dionysian factor," which has the effect of bringing the dead back to life!

After being resurrected, the corpse became the owl's claws!

The Joker is now playing the role of a ruthless, cold-blooded, and taciturn killer in the Court of Owls.

The Joker, through cunning, tricked and killed a Claw, pulled out his special teeth, fitted them into his own, and completely took over his identity! With his fearless acting skills, he portrayed the image of a Claw very realistically.

Today, he was assigned here to the factory that makes claws.

After understanding what kind of magical liquid the "Dionysian Factor" contained in those claws and teeth was, he felt an unparalleled excitement!

"Hahaha, perfect! Absolutely perfect! This treasure will allow me to play with the little bat forever! It's just too perfect!"

Chapter 10 The Clown: Time for the Carnival

Just as the clown began to chuckle, all the claws around him stopped what they were doing.

They are claws, emotionless biological weapons, and they never laugh!

The one who's obviously laughing is very abnormal!

Their icy gazes were all focused on the shrug and chuckle of the claw.

The Joker realized he had lost his composure, so he decided to stop pretending and lay his cards on the table!

"Ah~ Oh! I've been found out! Pfft~ Hahaha, they just noticed, hahaha~ Hahahaha!"

The sound of maniacal laughter echoed throughout the factory.

As if by reflex, all the claws rushed toward the gloating lunatic, wanting to kill him on the spot.

However, they underestimated this lunatic.

In years of sparring with Batman, the Joker's skills are in no way inferior to Batman's. Moreover, with the help of the "Dionysian Factor," his fighting power can be said to overwhelm all the Claws present.

However, despite their overwhelming dominance, Claws were just as difficult to kill as he was. With the help of the "Dionysian Factor," Claws could ignore damage to any part of their body except for their head.

As soon as a wound appears, it will be healed quickly by the "Dionysian Factor". The Claw Killer's specialty is to fight by exchanging wounds.

However, the dentures containing the "Dionysian Factor" are embedded in their mouths. If their heads are severed, or if the dentures fall out, the Claw Killers will die quickly. After all, these Claws are merely corpses activated by the "Dionysian Factor." (High-purity "Dionysian Factor" can completely revive a person! However, the dentures of the Claw Killers contain "Dionysian Factor" diluted many times over. Besides repairing their physical damage, it cannot completely revive them; these Claws are simply brainwashed living corpses.)

Caught off guard, the clown was attacked in the face by a sharp claw. The claw's hooked glove slashed four deep wounds across his face, staining his pale cheeks with blood.

The clown grinned maliciously, then swung his knife in a backhand motion, wielding the small knife that Claws carried with the force of a cleaver, and cleanly cleaved Claw's head in two.

The headless claws were like robots drained of their energy, dying instantly.

"Pah!" The clown spat out a mouthful of blood. "Too weak, too weak! You don't even have the strength to hit someone, and you dare to call yourselves assassins? You're all far inferior to the bat cubs! If he succeeds, he can definitely knock my teeth out! Hehehe!"

His cheeks had automatically healed while the clown was talking. He wiped his face and then shook the blood off his hands. The "Dionysian Factor" really works!

The clown became more and more adept at killing. He laughed wildly as he sliced ​​off the heads of the clawed creatures one by one. The "Dionysian Factor" kept repairing his damaged muscles. He kept raising and lowering his knife, and the ground beneath his feet was piled high with headless corpses of clawed creatures.

Inside the factory's monitoring room, more than a dozen high-ranking officials managing the factory were hiding. They had already appealed to the Court of Owls for help, but had received no response and felt completely abandoned.

The factory was located in a very secluded location, far from the city center, and with the Owl Court providing cover. It was a perfect independent base, and also like a perfect isolated prison.

As long as the signal connection between this place and the outside world is cut off, no one will know what happens here! The Joker already knew this.

Just as the clown was about to reveal his hand, he had already secretly activated the signal jammer he had set up in his pocket beforehand—a little gadget he had made before coming here.

Now, this factory has been disconnected from the outside world. If he can resolve everything here within two hours, he can perfectly acquire this "prison".

"Hahahaha... I've found you all! Once I kill you all, this place is mine! Ahahaha, hahaha..."

The factory executives, all from the Court of Owls, wore expressions of utter disbelief, for they had recognized the man who had caused the disturbance at the factory.

"Joker! Aren't you in Arkham Asylum? You should be locked up! No way... no way... you can't be the Joker!"

The clown looked at the fool with disdain, and the moment he saw him, he questioned him.

"Yo yo yo yo~, who do you think you are? You think you can catch me, you little bat? Hahahaha, that's hilarious!"

Although the clown was laughing, he now had five throwing knives in his right hand! He had taken them from the other claws.

"As a thank you, I'll tell you a joke. I have five knives here, and there are sixteen of you. I'm going to make them all disappear in a moment. How many of you do you think will die? Hehehehehe!"

"You can't kill us, we are the Court of Owls..."

Before he could finish speaking, a throwing knife was thrust straight into his forehead! Only the hilt remained, dangling from his head.

The other executives were so frightened that they all took a big step back!

"Now there are four knives! Hahaha! Is there anyone else who wants to tell me who they are? Hehehehehehe..."

The clown's smile at that moment was sinister and terrifying.

The others shook their heads in fright. Although they were all members of the Court of Owls, they were not among those who were qualified to sit at the conference table.

They were also newly minted Gotham billionaires with considerable wealth. They were young, and didn't want to die! They still had a mountain of wealth left to enjoy. They joined the Court of Owls precisely for the money! Once they died, they'd have nothing left.

"I surrender! Let me go, how much money do you want..."

Another knife was plunged into the head of the person who had just spoken.

"Shh~ Shhh! Am I someone who's short of money? Tell me, do I look like someone who's short of money?"

The clown pointed a knife at the person closest to him. The man was so frightened that he instantly wet his pants. He stammered, "No...it doesn't look like it!"

"Bingo, good boy! I'm not short of money!"

The next second, the person who answered, with the help of the knife, went to meet God.

The Joker showed no signs of nervousness about killing. He continued to laugh and said to the others, "That's right, I don't lack money at all. All the money in Gotham Bank is mine. I can have as much as I want! Hahahaha."

However, I am short of people, I am desperately short of people! The world is most lacking in talent, and I am desperately short of talent!

Listen up, you Gotham parasites! You have such amazing stuff, and you're wasting it feeding it to corpses! You're all so boring!

Then he started ranting about the Claw Killers of the Court of Owls, saying that these things... which could be easily killed by cutting off their heads, were completely useless!

Besides fighting ordinary people, what else can claws do?

Using these things to deal with Gotham's villains is practically a waste of resources!

As he was speaking, he suddenly stopped, then revealed a wicked smile:

"This kind of treasure should be used for more fun things! Hahaha, I think you'll play along, right? Hehehehe..."

The remaining people nodded frantically, terrified of being stabbed.

"Good!"

The Joker doesn't trust anyone!

He casually pulled out a hypnotic gas that he had taken from one of the other claws.

Without hesitation, the safety pin was pulled, and thick white gas smoke began to be released.

"Let's take a nap first, it'll make our cooperation easier, haha, hahahahaha..."

"you……"

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Thud, thud, crackle.

A gun fell to the ground, a person slammed their forehead on the table, and an unlucky guy apparently accidentally spilled water on the computer and is now getting an electric shock...

The clown's eyes lit up: "Wow, you guys have guns! I love these! They're so much better than knives!"

The clown walked over and picked up the gun. The hypnotic gas had no effect on him. He opened it, looked at the bullets in the magazine, then chambered a round, aimed at the guy who had dropped his gun, and quickly emptied the magazine so that he could sleep more peacefully.

Once everyone except the Joker was drugged, the Joker began setting up the Gotham carnival...

Chapter 11. On this day, all of Gotham was in a frenzy.

Tian Xiaoban is heading to the ruins of his rented house.

The new base is currently just an empty shell; it needs a lot of things to transform it into a habitable place. Ultimately, it's just a lack of money.

As for Tian Xiaoban... he was just a poor twelve-year-old.

"Alas, the task is arduous and the road ahead is long."

Damn! I've been walking for almost three hours and I still haven't seen Gotham City. How far is it...?

After all, Tian Xiaoban is still a child. It would take him two hours to drive to the suburbs, and it would take him quite a while to walk back.

Why doesn't he transform?

Well, actually, Tian Xiaoban still has a bit of a psychological aversion to this Omnitrix. There's no water along the way, so he's afraid to change.

What if he turns into a fish again?