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

Bruce's voice was deep.

In the scene, the clown's toy train is speeding towards Kalibak.

On top of the train, the clown lowered his golden trumpet.

He tilted his head, staring at the three-meter-tall iron tower that had smashed a large number of his men but remained unscathed, and licked his lips.

His eyes were filled with the excitement of a hunter discovering new prey.

"Bad news, that madman has his eye on Apokolips's commander." Tony swallowed a mouthful of coffee.

The toy train braked suddenly in front of Kalibak.

The wheels screeched against the ground, sending sparks flying.

The clown jumped off the roof of the car, landing in an exaggerated manner reminiscent of a circus clown.

"Oh dear, oh dear."

The clown circled around Kalibak, his hands behind his back, tilting his head back and forth as he examined the three-meter-tall metal can.

"Sir, your outfit has a very sophisticated feel."

"This armor, these spikes, this spiked club..."

The clown gave a thumbs-up, "Ten out of ten."

"I've already decided where to put you in the living room."

Kalibak looked down at the small, thin human who only reached his waist, his pupils swirling with anger and contempt.

"It's you?"

"That native who turned my soldiers into toys?"

"I am Jack Napier, the chief architect of Gotham City's Everlasting Park," the Joker said with an exaggerated bow.

"Your soldiers are happy now; as frogs, they no longer have to fight."

Kalibak didn't waste any words.

The spiked club, imbued with the dark red energy generated by the Mother Box, slammed down.

The ground exploded, and the shockwave overturned toys across half the street.

The clown's figure was swallowed by the smoke and dust.

"Trample them!" Desad's projection floated in mid-air, his tone indifferent.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The clown stood there, completely unharmed.

There was a huge crater beneath his feet, but he stood steadily on the edge of it.

"Almost there." The clown gestured a very small gap between his thumb and forefinger.

Kalibak's pupils constricted.

How did this human determine the safe distance in a fraction of a second?

The answer is simple.

A madman doesn't need to judge, because a madman isn't afraid of death.

"It's my turn."

The clown took a plastic sunflower out of his pocket and pinned it to his chest.

Then he spread his arms and charged toward Kalibak.

"Don't touch him!"

Inside the Batcave, Bruce suddenly stood up.

But the clown couldn't hear the warning.

Kalibak swept his bat across the ground, and the Joker slid under it with a low tackle.

Then he braced himself on the ground with both hands, sprang into the air, spread his fingers, and lunged straight at Kalibak's face.

contact.

The clown's palm was pressed against Kalibak's visor.

despair!

Nothing happened.

The Mother Box's energy shield formed an invisible information barrier on the armor's surface, causing the concept judgment of the Childlike Fruit to bounce back.

"what?"

The clown was hanging on Kalibak's armor, his legs wrapped around the other's neck, and his hands frantically pounding on the helmet.

blah blah blah!

It sounds like striking a wooden fish.

Nothing happened.

"What happened? Is it broken?"

The clown clapped his hands and looked at them, then patted Kalibak's face twice.

"That's strange, did I not charge my phone today?"

Kalibak's face turned a deep liver color.

A dignified vanguard officer of Apokolips was having his head slapped by a madman who was riding on his neck.

If this gets back, Dessard will laugh at him for ten thousand years.

"Get down here!!"

Kalibak reached out to grab the clown, but the clown was as agile as an eel, sliding down the gaps in the armor, crawling under his armpits, and hanging on his back.

"Your casing is pretty good!" The clown said, examining it as he dodged. "Waterproof, dustproof, and conceptual? What material is it made of? Can I get a set too?"

"die!!!"

Enraged, Kalibak slammed his spiked club into his own back.

boom!

The clown jumped away in advance, and Kalibak took the hit from his own hand.

Several cracks appeared on the armor.

Inside the bat cave.

Pietro laughed so hard he slid off his chair.

"Hahaha, what kind of fighting style is this? Is he just tickling me?"

"No, this is a violent clash of physics." Tony didn't laugh.

His holographic interface was densely packed with data.

"Jarvis, did you see that?"

"The energy barrier of the Mother Box fluctuates every time the Joker's hand touches the surface of the armor."

"Although the fruit's judgment was bounced back, the barrier is not without damage."

"Yes, sir, there is a brief energy vacuum during the barrier's recovery process after each concept judgment is rejected."

"If we could make up for that gap during that period with a second contact..."

"Theoretically, it is determined that penetration is possible."

Tony straightened up and turned to Bruce.

"Did you hear that? His fruit isn't completely ineffective, it just lacks penetrating power."

"But if someone can forcibly weaken the energy density of the mother box barrier another layer during the window of opportunity..."

Tony raised his right hand, a wisp of amber-gold high-dimensional energy flashing from his fingertips.

"The fruit's judgment can directly penetrate it."

Bruce's breathing quickened for a beat.

"You're going to help the Joker?"

"I'm not helping the Joker." Tony's expression turned cold.

"I'm trying to figure out for myself what the underlying logic of this conceptual ability is."

"Only by understanding how it attacks can we understand how it defends."

He pointed to the screen where Kalibak and the Joker were still fighting among the wind-up frogs scattered on the ground.

"That Apokolips tin can was my test subject."

"The Joker is a probe."

"I am an analyzer."

Tony fastened his brown sunglasses and patted Bruce on the shoulder.

"Let's go, Bat Boy, it's time to go out and collect data."

Bruce clenched his fist.

He certainly understood what Tony meant.

Using each conceptual impact created by the clown as a sampling window, the response mechanism of the Mother Box barrier is recorded by high-dimensional energy scanning, and finally the underlying rules of the Devil Fruit's power are deduced in reverse.

If successful, they will not only be able to break through the Mother Box's defenses, but also find a way to counter the Childlike Fruit.

one stone two bird.

"Everyone, move out," Bruce decided.

He took the Galaxy Spark from the weapon rack in the Batcave and held it in his hand.

"Destination: Gotham Square."

Mission: Protect the Joker.

When Bruce uttered those four words, he felt as if he had been force-fed a pound of bitter herbs.

Diana drew the sword of Vulcan, said nothing, but her lips twitched slightly.

Hal charged the Green Light Ring to its maximum power, his expression clearly saying, "I don't want to do this, but I have no choice."

Barry was already dressed in the Flash suit and was doing leg stretches.

Steel Bone flexed his fingers, and a silvery-blue molecular light shimmered at his fingertips.

"Cool." Pietro was the first to rush to the portal.

"Protecting the villains and fighting the villains, this is the first time I've ever done something like this."

"You'll get used to it," Tony said calmly as he walked past him.

"This isn't the first time we've teamed up with Loki to fight monsters, and besides, there are no villains forever..."

"It's just that everyone has a different perspective."