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Chapter 335 The clown appears, the best partner!
"Are you sure, Clark?"

Peter took the suit that Tony Stark had made for Clark, "This will make you immune to Kryptonite in battle. It's useless in my hands."

"I am sure, Godfather."

Clark said to him, "I'm afraid that if I lose my weakness, you will get hurt. So, I would rather hand my weakness to you, Godfather. Then, if I make a mistake in the future, I will be the one who gets hurt."

"You won't be hurt, Clark."

Peter said as he put the bracelet away, "But if you insist, I'll keep it for you for a while."

"Thank you, Godfather."

Clark thanks Peter.

"You're welcome, but remember one thing, Clark, you are not allowed to drink until you come of age."

When Clark heard Peter talking about drinking, his expression suddenly became a little unnatural.

"I will, Godfather."

He had drunk a lot of whiskey at the Talon Club.

Although he did so under the influence of red kryptonite, he still touched it.

He wanted Peter to keep it a secret from his parents, but thinking that saying so might make him seem a little unmanly, he had to swallow his words.

"Go back and rest early."

Peter patted Clark on the shoulder and turned to go back.

"godfather."

Clark called out to him, hesitantly.

"what happened?"

"I want to help Lex and the people of that world."

Clark spoke his mind, "Go stop him!"

"You're not mature enough, Clark."

Peter turned around and said to him with a serious expression: "You are not a match for you in that world yet."

Clark can't fly yet, so if he really fights against the Superman from another world, he probably won't be his match.

"I know, but maybe I can do my part."

Clark said sincerely: "If this is all a mistake, then I am willing to help the other me to correct it."

"No, Clark, you can't fix anything. Everything is heading towards the abyss. The Son of Tomorrow becomes a tyrant. When no one can stop him anymore, nothing can be reversed."

After everyone left, Peter listened to Lex Luthor tell the story of his world in detail again.

He had heard a little about the story of Injustice before he was reborn.

But I only know the general term "Superman turns evil".

After listening to Lex's story, I finally understood what exactly happened.

"Besides, they all think they are on the right path, and they don't need anyone to correct them. Let's go back and rest."

Clark nodded and prepared to follow Peter back.

I looked up at the sky and suddenly found raindrops falling.

The thunder rumbled.

Clark's mood also became heavy.

The next day.

Lex Luthor from the world of Injustice leaves Padrick's Farm and heads to Gotham.

In addition to Superman, he also needs the power of Batman.

Although he didn't know what the Batman of this world looked like.

On the deserted streets of Gotham, Batman sped in the Batmobile.

"Go to Arkham, Alfred. Although the Joker has been arrested, Black Mask is trying to release him. I have captured his men and know what he is planning to do. He wants to use the Joker."

Bruce said to Alfred in the terminal.

When the Joker first appeared in Gotham, he turned the Gotham Police Department upside down.

A group of gangsters, led by him, robbed the Gotham National Bank.

The police suffered heavy losses as a result of the operation, but the clown escaped unscathed.

In the end, the Joker was caught by Bruce and thrown into Arkham Asylum.

The Joker, with his green hair, pale skin, blood-red lips, a maniacal smile and a cackle, left a deep impression on Bruce.

"I think this might be a trap, Master."

Alfred voiced his thoughts, "Maybe Black Mask is using the Joker to lure you out."

"Even if it's a trap, I'll catch them."

Driving the Batmobile, Bruce asked the butler, "What's going on in Arkham Asylum?"

"No, everything is the same as usual, sir."

"very good.

"Squeak!"

The Batmobile turned at high speed, and its tires rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.

Ten minutes later.

Inside the insane asylum.

Batman asked the guard who was holding the Joker, "Is he okay?"

"We were watching him the whole time, and he didn't move for hours."

As they talked, they walked towards the room where the clown was imprisoned.

Walking to the door, the guard took out the key and prepared to open the door.

"No, wait!"

Bruce stopped the other's action.

He took out the refrigerant, froze the door lock, and then smashed the glass of the cell with his elbow. The Joker deployed a mechanism in the cell, and once the door lock was opened, the bomb in the connected room would be detonated.

After cutting off the line between the bomb and the door lock, Bruce pushed the door open and entered.

"How did you do that?"

The guard looked at Bruce's skillful movements in shock.

Bruce said nothing, he looked around the room.

The only thing in the room was a rag doll figure of a clown, lying on the bed covered with a blanket.

At first glance, you might really think it was the clown himself.

Bruce walked over to the clown doll, picked up a clown playing card on it, and frowned slightly.

After leaving the asylum, Bruce drove the Batmobile towards the Batcave.

"Master, I think you should listen to the radio. Black Mask is using the internal channel of the Gotham Police to provoke you."

Came Alfred's voice.

"Put the radio in, Alfred."

The butler answered the internal broadcast and immediately heard the voice of Black Mask.

"Batman, you destroyed one of my factories before, and I want you to pay the price. Now - I am at Gotham Pier No. 1 Warehouse. I have set a bomb on one of the freighters. If you don't get here before the freighter leaves, someone will pay the price."

"Don't let me down, Batman, I'm here for you."

After that the broadcast fell into white noise.

"Master, what should we do?"

"Give me the 3D architectural drawing of Gotham Pier One, Alfred."

"But, Master"

"I'm running out of time."

"Well, I hope you're safe, Master."

Alfred sighed and quickly sent over the drawings of Pier No. 1 Warehouse.

Gotham Pier Warehouse One.

"Clap!"

Inside the warehouse, all the lights went out in an instant, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.

The gangsters in the warehouse screamed as the lights went out.

A black bat shadow flew overhead and then quickly disappeared.

The pitch-black cloak suddenly opened up, making a whistling sound of air.

"Damn it, go check the power box."

Black Mask immediately asked his men to check the distribution box.

"Oh!"

A gangster who moved his feet and tried to check the power box suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder, and was then dragged into darkness by a huge force.

"Look out! It's a bat!"

"No, that's Batman!"

Panicked voices rang out from the warehouse, and harsh sounds mixed with gunshots echoed throughout the space.

Some gangsters tried to escape, but before they could, a dark shadow descended over their heads.

The dark cloak wrapped around the gangster's body and pulled him into the darkness.

Batman is like a hunter hidden in the darkness, constantly hunting his prey.

As one gangster after another was dragged into the darkness, an atmosphere of panic gradually spread.

With a "bang", Bruce appeared behind a gangster, grabbed his right hand holding the gun, and pulled the trigger at his companion on the left.

"Da da!"

The bullet pierced the unfortunate guy's calf.

As the sharp gunshots rang out, all the gangsters were attracted.

Bruce used a joint technique to twist the gangster's arm, and "click", twisting his left hand into a weird angle.

He then shot the bat dart in his hand, hitting the arm of the nearest gangster.

Blood spurted out immediately and screams were heard.

By the time the angry gangsters wanted to shoot, Batman had already disappeared into the darkness.

Just as the gunmen were terrified, there was a "click" and the power was turned on.

After the gunmen adjusted to the light, they discovered that their gangster boss had been tied to a chair at some point.

The clown with a crazy smile on his face was standing behind a black mask with his mouth covered and a look of fear on his face.

The Joker held a razor in his hand and pointed it at Black Mask's neck.

"Pointy ears, I finally got you. You did a great job. You almost killed all these people. Why don't we form a team and call it the best partners? Just imagine, you and I, walking down the street, provoking fights, and making the weak ones not fight back. We'd be like an unbreakable dynamic duo."

The Joker seemed to be very satisfied to see Bruce showing off his power.

Bruce sees the Joker appear and approaches him.

As a result, the Joker immediately took out a remote control and pointed it at Bruce.

"Wait, little bat, look what this is?!"

The Joker held the remote control in his hand, his smile growing wider. "If you come forward, I might press the remote control, and then a shipload of people will die. But I won't do that for now. Why don't we play a game? Guess the number from 1 to 9. Which number corresponds to the bomb on the ship? I can give you one chance, but if you're wrong, you'll kill everyone."

“Guess which number it is?”

Bruce's brows immediately furrowed as he watched the Joker put his fingers on the buttons of the remote.

"I guess neither."

A voice came from behind the clown.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Lex Luthor slowly walked out, "Because I have dismantled your bomb."

(End of this chapter)