He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

The puppet soldiers let out strange chirping sounds and charged towards Diana.

Diana cleaved three people in two with a single strike, and cotton spurted out from the cut.

But the puppet felt no pain; its upper body, severed in two, was still waving the spear.

Hal conjured giant green scissors in the air and snipped the flying doll into pieces.

But there were too many puppets, and the clown kept throwing marbles out.

The two sides were locked in a strange stalemate.

The puppets could not harm the two superheroes, and the two superheroes could not touch the Joker despite being blocked by the army of puppets.

"interesting."

On the street, Li Ang leaned against a lamppost, looking up at the flashes and explosions on the top floor of the Wayne Tower.

He crunched on potato chips, his eyes half-closed.

"The Toy Fruit is indeed a fatal weakness against flying units, but even those two superheroes were helpless against the Joker's sea of ​​toys."

Li Ang took out his phone, glanced at it, and tilted his head.

"I could go up there and finish the fight in three seconds."

He folded the bag of potato chips and stuffed it into his pocket.

"But that's so boring."

He snapped his fingers.

Nothing happened.

At least that's how it seems from Gotham's perspective.

……

At the same time.

Another dimension, another world.

In an alleyway of an unnamed small town, Zhang Chulan was running away.

Behind him was a girl with pink hair.

Behind her followed four men in gray Taoist robes, each with a gloomy aura and a faint dark aura circulating around them.

Completeness.

"etc!"

Zhang Chulan turned into a dead end and suddenly stopped.

There was a three-meter-high brick wall in front of us.

He turned around, and five people had already blocked the alley entrance.

"Not running anymore?"

The pink-haired girl tilted her head, holding a short knife upright in front of her.

"Um... could we discuss this some more?"

Zhang Chulan forced a fawning smile while subtly slipping his right hand into his pocket.

My fingers touched a cold piece of metal.

Black business card.

The things left behind by that gashapon merchant who vanished into thin air.

Just hold the business card and think of "Gashapon Shop" in your mind. The door will open by itself.

Li Ang's words echoed in my mind.

"I'll count to three." The pink-haired girl raised her dagger.

"No need to count anymore." Zhang Chulan's smile vanished.

He gripped the business card tightly, frantically reciting it in his mind...

Gashapon shop! Gashapon shop! Gashapon shop!

The business card was ironed.

A layer of golden light seeped through their fingers, and the temperature in the entire alley suddenly rose by two degrees.

"What is it?"

The pink-haired girl stopped walking.

Then, a crack appeared in the ground beneath Zhang Chulan's feet.

It wasn't an earthquake; space itself was torn open.

Colorful light gushed out of the opening, along with a strong smell of popcorn.

"Holy shit!"

Zhang Chulan fell through the crack.

The five members of Quanxing stood there, stunned.

The alley was deserted.

Only one slipper lay forlornly on the ground.

……

Venta, helipad.

The battle entered a stalemate.

"Got you?"

Diana's golden lasso wrapped around the Joker's ankle.

"Really?" The clown looked down at the noose on his foot and grinned.

He reached out and grabbed the lasso, and dark purple energy patterns spread outwards from it.

The Lasso of Truth is an artifact of the Amazons, but its essence is a rope, a physical object.

hum.

The power of the fruit of childlike wonder flows upstream along the lasso.

Diana's expression changed.

She let go of her hand just before the conversion took effect.

The lasso slipped from his fingertips, twisted in the air, and with a "poof," turned into a fluffy cloth snake, lying on the ground with its plastic tongue lolling out.

"My lasso!" Diana's voice finally crackled with rage.

"Hehe, thank you for the gift."

The clown picked up the cloth snake and wrapped it around his neck as a scarf.

That's enough.

Hal Jordan swooped down from a height of thirty meters.

The green light ring was operating at full power, and the emerald green light condensed into a giant hammer in front of him.

That hammer blow would shatter not only a person, but half a helipad.

"Jordan! Don't go near him!" Diana shouted.

late.

Hal was too fast; the green hammer, accompanied by howling wind pressure, slammed into the clown.

The clown raised his head, his pale face breaking into a wide, exaggerated smile.

He didn't hide.

He opened his arms and went to meet Hal.

As long as it touches. As long as it touches the skin.

Hal abruptly changed direction when he was about five meters from the ground. The green hammer grazed the Joker's hair and shattered the ventilation system behind him. Debris flew everywhere.

"Fuck." Hal hovered seven meters in the air, cold sweat dripping down his hairline.

It was just a tiny bit off.

"See, you don't dare come near me either." The clown slowly lowered his outstretched arms, tilting his head. "Then how are you going to catch me, standing so high up? By using love to win me over?"

Hal's teeth were grinding together.

The clown is telling the truth.

His abilities require physical contact, but they dare not allow any physical weapon to establish a prolonged connection with the Joker.

Diana's lasso serves as a cautionary tale.

The Joker is surrounded by a dozen puppet soldiers acting as human shields, and the Green Lantern Construct has to clear out the grunts before it can even throw down.

"Diana, is there any way?"

"I'm thinking."

While the stalemate continued...

Hey.

A strange buzzing sound came from overhead.

Everyone looked up.

Twenty meters above the Tower of Venn, a colorful crack is tearing open in the night sky.

The crack wasn't large, about the width of a typical apartment door.

Then, a person fell out of the crack.

"Aaaaaah!"

With a heart-wrenching scream, a young man with his hair tied up fell straight down from the sky in a freefall motion.

Its limbs were outstretched, black strips of cloth floated down from its shoulders, and its mouth was wide open enough to fit an egg.

The crack behind him snapped shut.

Hal instinctively conjured a green net of light to catch the uninvited guest.

Zhang Chulan bounced twice on the net, did a somersault, and finally landed on the net in a very ungraceful position.

"What's this? A takeout delivery that fell from the sky?"

The clown tilted his head, sizing up the young man on the internet.

Holy crap!

Zhang Chulan climbed out of the light net, patted himself all over to make sure his limbs were still intact, and then began frantically turning his head.

Unfamiliar high-rises, unfamiliar night sky, unfamiliar...

A pale-faced, green-haired man was smiling at him.

A woman in armor was looking at him, holding a sword.

A man radiating green light floated overhead, his face filled with confusion.

"Where am I?!" Zhang Chulan's voice snapped.

"Gotham City, top floor of Wayne Tower."

A lazy voice drifted up from below.

Zhang Chulan looked down at the edge of the helipad.

Li Ang was already standing in a corner of the tarmac, holding a cup of coffee, with his legs crossed, leaning against a half-broken railing.

"You!" Zhang Chulan poked him with a finger. "Business Card Guy! You fucking brought me abroad?"