American comics: Something is wrong with this superhero world

Chapter 254 Wayne Wayne
In the private clinic of the hospital, Bruce Wayne put on his clothes and sat on the examination chair with a gloomy face. The doctor standing opposite him was checking the latest examination report.

The doctor raised his head and smiled professionally and friendly. "Mr. Wayne, based on the latest examination results, I can tell you with certainty that your new lower body, which was repaired using the latest technology, does not have any physiological problems. All functional indicators are within the normal range."

Bruce frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the result: "This is impossible. I know my condition very well. I can't get up no matter what. I have tried various medicines, but none of them worked."

The doctor nodded and said gently, "Mr. Wayne, since there is no physical problem, we have to consider that there may be psychological factors at work."

"Psychological factors?" Bruce was a little surprised.

The doctor explained: “Yes. Sometimes, even if the body has healed, our brain may still retain the previous defense mechanism. This may lead to some functional disorders.”

Bruce was silent for a moment, seemingly digesting this information.

The doctor continued:

"I suggest you try some methods to stimulate yourself. For example, create a relaxing environment, try some new experiences, or find stimulation that makes you feel particularly excited. Everyone's situation is different. The key is to find a way that suits you, new clothes, new movements and so on. Or maybe you can try to find a woman other than your wife?"

"What do you mean?" Bruce wanted to ask something when there was a light knock on the door.

"Come in," Bruce said, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

Alfred pushed the door open and walked in, looking a little nervous. Bruce saw it was him and frowned even more: "Alfred, didn't I tell you not to bother me if it's nothing important? I'm seeing a doctor."

Ah Fu bowed slightly and said apologetically: "I'm very sorry, Master Bruce. But... you have to take a look at this."

As he spoke, Alfu pulled out an envelope from his suit pocket and handed it to Bruce. Bruce took the envelope suspiciously and opened it under the doctor's curious gaze.

"Dear Bruce Wayne,
I know what you have hidden! Give me back my lovely Harley, or your dirty little secrets will be exposed to the public! Imagine what the people of Gotham and Superman would do if they knew your true identity? Oh, that scene would be wonderful!
You have 24 hours to think about it. Once that time is up, I will send your 'great achievement' to every superhero company. Believe me, they will be very interested in it.

Love always, J. "

After reading the letter, Bruce Wayne's face suddenly changed and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. He was actually threatened by the super villain under his own company?

Besides, isn't this just a script that I used to discuss the plot with the Joker? Did this guy just randomly change the content of the letter and think that I can't see it?
Bruce Wayne clenched the letter in his hand tightly, and said in a low and dangerous voice:
"Afu, where is the messenger?"

Ah Fu answered hesitantly, "Our security has stopped him, Master. He is now in the basement of the manor."

Bruce said coldly, "Very well. Interrogate him by any means necessary. I want to know all of the Joker's plans."

Ah Fu frowned slightly, but still nodded and said, "Yes, Master."

Bruce stood up and straightened his suit. "I have to deal with this matter personally. I have to find out immediately how much stuff the Joker has in his hands!"

Just as he was about to leave, Bruce suddenly stopped and looked back at the doctor who was still in the room. The doctor was startled by Bruce's suddenly cold eyes.

Bruce whispered to Alfu, "Take care of the aftermath here. Don't leave any hidden dangers behind."

Ah Fu understood and replied softly, "I understand, Master. I will make sure everything goes well."

Bruce nodded and strode out of the consulting room. Alfred stayed where he was, turning to the bewildered doctor with an apologetic yet determined look on his face.

The doctor felt a chill run down his spine, as if realizing that something terrible was about to happen.

Bruce Wayne walked quickly towards the elevator, and had already made a plan to deal with the Joker in his mind, and ignored the doctor's wailing behind him. The Joker has a large number of fanatical fans in Gotham, and it is not easy to deal with for ordinary people, but it is not a difficult task for Bruce. The King of Gotham is not called for nothing, and it is easy to deal with the super villains under his command.

The question is, how much does the Joker have in his hands? And who saved Harley in the first place? Will he help the Joker again?

In the backstage lounge of the circus, the clown was sitting leisurely in front of the makeup mirror, carefully applying his signature white paint. Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door.

"Come in." said the clown without turning his head.

A burly subordinate walked in, looking nervous. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Boss, I have something to tell you."

The Joker glanced at him through the mirror: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The subordinate took a deep breath and said, "Match Malone is offering a high reward for you. If you are captured alive, you will be given 20 million US dollars!"

The clown's hand paused for a moment, but soon continued to apply.

The subordinate continued: "I think you need to leave quickly. Someone in the Joker Gang may have been tempted."

The clown put down his makeup, turned around slowly, with a half-smile on his face: "Oh? Thank you for your reminder. But... where can I go?"

The subordinate quickly said: "You can go to my house! When the storm has passed, we will continue to rescue Miss Harley."

The clown stood up with a gentle smile on his face: "Really? You are such a good boy." He walked to the drawer, "Then let me clean up my things."

Just when his men let down their guard, the clown suddenly took out a knife from the drawer, turned around like lightning, and stabbed the men in the abdomen.

The men opened their eyes wide and looked at the clown in disbelief.

"How did you find out?"

"I guess it's hard to recruit loyal men these days." The clown said as he threw his men to the ground. The men slowly closed their eyes and their lives slipped away. The clown wiped the blood off the knife as if nothing had happened, then locked the door and sat back in front of the makeup mirror.

“Twenty million, huh? Why weren’t you so generous when paying me my salary?”

It would be fine for ordinary people, but as the number one villain in Gotham who has long played against Batman, the Joker knows that Matchstick Malone is Bruce Wayne's pseudonym.

But it must be said that Bruce Wayne's move was indeed disgusting. The Joker Gang was a group of rabble assembled temporarily. Among them there were certainly brain-dead fans who were willing to die for the Joker, but 20 million US dollars was a price to cure a brain-dead person. Who knows, that member of the Joker Gang might rebel.

If the Joker is given time to screen, with his ability it would not be difficult for him to expose the idiots that cannot be cured even with 20 million, but the problem is that the Joker doesn't have much time now.

The Joker looked at himself in the mirror and a sly smile appeared on his face. "Fortunately, I always have a Plan B,"

The Joker carefully checked his makeup, making sure every detail was perfect. After nodding with satisfaction, the Joker stood up, stepped over the corpse on the ground, and walked to a corner of the room.

There, there was an inconspicuous suitcase hidden. The Joker opened the suitcase and found a complex electronic device inside. He operated it skillfully and set up an explosive device. As long as the door was forced open, the bomb would explode.

After the setup was completed, the Joker walked to the other side of the room. He pushed open a seemingly ordinary wardrobe, revealing a hidden door behind it. This was a secret underground passage, an escape route that the Joker had prepared long ago.

(End of this chapter)