The hawks in the Kingdom of Light called me a dove undercover in the chat group

No, he had clearly gathered intelligence before he approached Gotham. It is said that Batman is always busy 24 hours a day, so how come he happened to be caught in a window period?

Alas, God is blind. I really want to fuck God’s stinky shitty ass.

"Oh, okay, okay, it's just my bad luck."

Constantine scratched his head, held a cigarette in his mouth, and offered his hands, giving up resistance and letting the shackles be put on him.

Batman's time is worthless, but Constantine's time is very valuable. Instead of spending time dealing with this madman, he might as well go to a few more brothels and get a taste of the people of Gotham.

After all, this place had always been too scary in the past, so even though he occasionally went to a place not far from Gotham to exorcise demons, he always deliberately avoided this place and never came in.

Batman looked at Constantine deeply, and took out two alloy handcuffs from somewhere, and threw them over from a distance. With a sharp eye, he calculated and clicked, locking Constantine's hands and feet firmly.

Then he took out a magic item to protect himself, then summoned the bat fighter, hooked the grappling gun, jumped and hooked the laughing Constantine onto the fighter.

Constantine was hung below the roaring fighter plane, restrained, and blown by the high-speed night wind at high altitude, and suddenly wandered across the entire Gotham.

Some of the people in Gotham below were already used to it and continued to do their own things, while some children looked up and exclaimed, "Mom, mom, look, look, there's another super villain!"

There are many people who will be beaten by Batman, but the only ones who are qualified to hang on the back of the Batmobile or Batfighter and enjoy the breeze are basically the super villains.

Even lesser-known super villains may not be able to have this honor.

This practice has now even been recognized by Gotham as one of the evidences for judging the villain's status.

"Super villain? You're the super villain, your whole family is super villains! The kid is talking nonsense and he's saying he won't be able to grow breasts, he'll always be flat and ugly and disfigured, and boys will only grow three centimeters their whole life, haha!"

Constantine didn't feel ashamed at all about being hung up like this, he just spitted when he was called a super villain. He was a liberal who was not defined, neither a hero nor a villain.

So what if he's just a kid? If you dare to define him, kill him!

"Boom!"

As if it had heard Constantine's bullying of the people of Gotham, the speed of the fighter plane, which was originally designed to take care of his health, suddenly soared, causing Constantine to gurgle and take a big gulp of air, which made him full.

That’s not all. The rope connected to the fighter plane was deliberately swung, as if it would not stop until it made him dizzy.

Hey, but I'm sorry, although Constantine is weak, he is protected by magic. If you want him to faint from this little bit of shaking, you're dreaming.

Seeing Constantine's unyielding attitude, Batman seemed to calm down. But when he got close to a certain place, he suddenly released several long flash bombs without warning, causing Constantine to close his eyes subconsciously.

When he opened his eyes, the fighter plane had already taken him to the inside of a bat cave.

"what?"

Constantine blinked blankly. In the eyes of outsiders, he was always the most elusive, mysterious, and no one could figure out his cards or details. He was the one who came and went as he pleased.

But this time, the old bat really gave him a mirror to look at himself.

Look, how does it feel when you meet someone who is as elusive and mysterious as you, whose inside story is unknown and whose comings and goings are unpredictable?

Constantine only had one thing to say: "It's so disgusting!"

Oh my god, how can there be such disgusting people in the world? If it really comes to a life-and-death battle, he dare not even imagine how difficult the old bat would be. Just thinking about it makes his head hurt. After thinking about it over and over again, he can only imagine an ending where both sides die.

Batman glanced at Constantine: "You are indeed disgusting."

In other words, Constantine stopped on his own initiative, seemingly with the idea of reconciling. Otherwise, even if it was not a life-and-death battle, but just a duel to see who was on top, it would probably make him sick to death.

Who understands? Constantine seems to be a weird guy, but when he fights, he is just like a hedgehog. Moreover, he is the kind of hedgehog with a belly full of sharp spines. He is so cautious that he has no flaws at all.

How can there be such people in the world?

Really, in Gotham, at most the Joker can be considered on the same level as Constantine, even Rex and Bane are not qualified.

Batman's sixth sense has been warning him that although Constantine seems to have been captured by him, he can actually escape at any time, and he must be hiding some very powerful trump card.

This is also why he only brought Constantine here. Although this place is called the Batcave, it is not really one. It is a base outside the Batcave system, and its layout is completely different from the Batcave.

Even if Constantine discovered the secrets here, the loss would be acceptable.

Fortunately, although their thoughts and abilities are at the same level, Constantine is obviously not an anti-human and anti-social super villain like the Joker, which is some consolation.

Batman also did not contact Constantine throughout the whole process. He just controlled this scum through the grappling gun, drove him into a prison-like space and isolated him. Then he sat down across the fence and had a good communication with Constantine.

"Is this how you entertain people?"

Constantine nodded and said, "Even without women, there should at least be wine and meat, right?"

Batman said nothing, but snapped his fingers, and a pre-set program started. A bottle of aged high-end French red wine and various high-end canned goods were delivered as smoothly as an assembly line.

"Alas, capitalists, alas, exploitation."

Constantine shook his head with a sigh, opened the lid on the spot and started to eat with relish.

"The first question,"

Batman asked like a robot, "What is your relationship with the Joker, and what is your purpose in coming to Gotham."

Logically speaking, unless you have just finished eating or have anorexia, your body will have more or less instinct when you see others enjoying delicious food. Even if you are not interested in eating, your throat will occasionally move.

But Batman really doesn't know how to do that at all.

Constantine, who had been observing the old bat, had nothing to say. He completely gave up the idea of finding weaknesses in the old bat.

"Enemy relationship, what else could it be?"

As for the old bat's first question, Constantine shrugged nonchalantly, "The man you sent has been harassing me. He gave me two conditions."

"Either I go with him to Metropolis and help him kidnap someone, or I come to Gotham and fight you. As you can see, I chose the latter."

Alas, clown.

Constantine really didn't want to recall this lunatic.

He is not afraid of the Joker. Although the madman is crazy enough, he currently has less things in his hands than Batman. No matter how crazy he is, there is nothing he can do to him.

The main thing is that he can neither kill nor catch the clown.

This madman is so slippery. He always appears, does something, and then runs away. Even magic can't trap him.

At first, the clown wanted to play the trolley problem on him, and Constantine laughed on the spot. Later, seeing that this trick didn't work on him, the clown simply changed his approach.

How did he do it? It was simple. He suddenly appeared when Constantine was about to come out to find a woman, shouted Merry Christmas and set off firecrackers crazily, again and again.

So it’s okay if Constantine doesn’t look for women, right?

Not at all.

The Joker would secretly replace his cigarettes and alcohol at any time and tamper with these two things - these tamperings were of course not fatal, or even harmful, but if there was any harm, Constantine would not be able to hide it from his eyes.

The thing is, there doesn't need to be any harm, just making the cigarettes and alcohol lose their flavor would be enough to make Constantine feel better.

Cigarettes, alcohol, and women, the Joker directly took control of his three biggest hobbies. All of a sudden, Constantine became completely listless.

It's not that he doesn't have the means to control the Joker. He has a trump card that can allow him to die together with the Joker. He can ensure that no matter how powerful the Joker is, he can't escape or survive.

The question is, is it worth it?

If the Joker continued to do this to him for a long time, he would definitely think it was worth it, but the Joker guaranteed that as long as he made a choice between the two, he would never harass him like this again.

Come to think of it, it’s actually not bad, right?

"Constantine, it seems you are a liar."

Batman didn't fall for that rhetoric. "Do you think I believe you'd be willing to let the Joker manipulate you like this?"

"Well, there's actually another reason."

Constantine raised his hands in surrender. "I was going to be in Gotham soon anyway, so I'll just stop by."

That makes sense.

Batman nodded. This meant that Constantine had taken advantage of the Joker's intentions and added some color to the journey. He also believed that although Constantine might not be able to do much with the Joker, he must have given the Joker some tricks as a return gift when they parted ways.

So, from now on, the problem changes.

"Who does the Joker want you to kidnap in Metropolis?"

136

Chapter 136: Ultraman's influence on Gotham stirs up the world.

"Then how do I know?"

Constantine curled his lips. The Joker was like dog shit and couldn't do much harm to him, but of course he had to stay as far away from him as possible. He heard that the lunatic was going to the Metropolis, and he was eager to avoid that place. How could he possibly go there specifically to find out the inside story?

Moreover, as a smart man, Constantine is very familiar with a kind of practice, which is the conspiracy used by wise men. There are some things that don't matter if you don't know them, but once you know the information, you have to be involved.

And he guaranteed that with the Joker's intelligence, he would definitely be good at this kind of trick.

As long as he asked who they were going to kidnap in Metropolis, he believed that the Joker would give him information that would force him to go and help, so it would be better for him to know nothing.

"Metropolis..."

Batman frowned.

Metropolis is not far from Gotham and is a relatively close city, but he has never heard of any superheroes or supervillains there.

However, in reality, there might actually be someone hidden there, someone that even the Joker has to treat solemnly and cautiously, to the point that he has to go around in circles and ask around, and only after finding a magic master like Constantine, can he recruit helpers before he dares to kidnap him?

No, maybe that person was not the target of the clown's kidnapping. The clown wanted to kidnap one of the other person's relatives or friends.

Batman stared at Constantine with his naked eyes, and at the same time, he gave Alfred a remote order through the communicator using a special secret instruction, asking him to send a notice immediately and place a large number of advertisements in Metropolis to inform them that a terrorist named Joker had arrived there.

The ad subtly says, "Hey, hey, hey, is there a superhero here?" The Joker wants to kill someone you care about. If you want to protect your friends and family, you can go to Gotham, shine the Bat Lantern, and look for Batman.

Batman is waiting for you!

This is the only thing we can do for now. I hope it will be in time and have sufficient effect.

"I'm talking about you,"

Constantine, satiated, stroked his beard, looked at Batman, and asked, "I've heard you have a so-called vow not to kill, but don't you think that's a bit foolish? At least you have to kill a scourge like the Joker, right?"

"By keeping this kind of thing, aren't you really afraid that one day he'll become desperate, sneak into the White House, release all the nuclear bombs, and start a global war?"

Constantine is not a good person, or rather, he is not a good person in the broad sense, but even he knows that the Joker must die. If the Joker doesn't die, who knows what big trouble he might cause.

Once a nuclear war breaks out, there will be no more people making cigarettes or alcohol, and I'm afraid all the beautiful women will die.

This is a major matter that directly affects his future enjoyment, and he needs to care about it. So if he can persuade the old Bat, who is as extraordinary as the Joker, to die together with the Joker, wouldn't that be perfect?

Batman paused, remained silent, and shook his head. He wanted to say, "I will never give up my vow not to kill," but... in the end he said something else: "The Joker cannot die."

"why?"

Constantine frowned.

"I can't explain it."

Batman's tone was very rare and he sounded a little uncomfortable.

The Joker must not die. Regarding this point, he used to just stick to his oath not to kill. But after he traveled to the Hachiman world and had some curses expelled from his body by Kassar, and then returned to Gotham, it was as if he had cleared away a thin layer of fog, and he felt that the Joker was even more terrifying.

Although he didn't know why, his intuition was warning him that if the clown died, there would be serious consequences.

Constantine tutted his words and immediately laid flat on his back, saying, "Fine, that's what you said. No matter what mess he makes, if you can't fix it, I'll hold you accountable."

"You are the prisoner."

Batman briefly explained the current status of both parties and asked, "Why did you come to Gotham in the first place?"

"Because of you."

Constantine smiled faintly. "As a local superhero, don't tell me you didn't notice that bright light that rang out in Gotham a while ago. It's been so long, you should have figured out something, right?"

Batman said nothing, just looked at him simply.

Constantine was neither annoyed nor angry. He lazily loosened his waist, stood up with a snap, and walked lightly with his shackles, while speaking like a monologue, humming:

"Gotham has done something really great!"

"Anyone with a bit of magical knowledge can see that this place has been a dark place with a large number of curses for at least hundreds of years. Originally, places like this should be the easiest passage for demons to cross from hell to the human world."

"As a result, Gotham is so dark and cursed that even many demons avoid it and dare not come. In fact, it has become one of the places with the least demons for hundreds of years."

"A cursed place like this should have been home to a vast number of evil spirits. However, because the people of Gotham are so dark, even the creation of evil spirits is difficult. While some remain, many are essentially wiped out once they appear, leaving only their remains."

"These debris just kept drifting in Gotham, drifting, and gradually filled up the entire city, from underground to the sky, not to mention the streets and inside and outside the houses. It was overflowing to the point where one could eat a mouthful of evil spirit debris."

"The stench is unheard of. There's no other place in the world as scenic as your Gotham. It's a unique and peculiar area, so unique that almost anyone with a magical bent would avoid it at the first opportunity."

"But now, all that has changed."

Constantine stopped pacing and looked at Batman teasingly.