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

"You saved that madman."

Big Bada raised her head, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"We're not here to save him."

"Then why didn't you kill him?"

"Because some bottom lines, once crossed, are very difficult to come back to."

Diana looked at the Joker being carried by Clark not far away, her face also showing signs of fatigue.

"You could also call it humanitarianism."

Big Badah was silent for a moment, then looked down at her broken spinning blade.

She doesn't understand.

But for the first time, she discovered that the warriors outside of Apokolips did not stand together solely out of fear and obedience.

On the other side, the Joker was forced to undergo a full-body examination.

To be precise, it was a joint operation by Tony, Cyborg, and Natasha.

The result was as expected.

Twenty-seven miniature smoke bombs, nine folding knives, and three tubes of poison gas were found on the clown.

A remote control with a fake eyeball, and two decks of playing cards that bite.

There's also a wind-up mouse with the words "For the little bat" written on it.

Bruce stared at the clockwork mouse and remained silent for a moment.

Tony picked it up and shook it. "Don't tell me this thing can sing a birthday song."

The clown immediately got excited, "How did you know? Press its tail, and it'll call you 'Bruce Baby'!"

Bruce reached out and took it, then crushed it.

The clown looked pained. "You hurt it, and you hurt me too."

"Is there anything else?"

Natasha looked at Cyborg.

The mechanical eyes of the steel skeleton swept over the Joker's entire body. "The usual items have been cleared, but there are several unnatural cavities inside his body."

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Pietro took two steps back. "I suddenly don't want to know anymore."

Tony raised his hand as well. "I agree. Let's leave it to the Black Gate's professionals. My armor shouldn't have to suffer this kind of damage."

The clown laughed so hard his shoulders shook. "You guys are so boring."

Clark used a biofield to immobilize him in place, preventing him from contacting anyone or anything.

Bruce took out a black metal collar with fine blue lines shining on the inside.

Tony raised an eyebrow after seeing it. "When did you do that?"

"When you were saving people just now..."

"You had time to do this just now?"

"Are you out of your mind? This is something I carry with me, specifically for contact-triggered ability users."

Tony nodded silently. "Okay, Batboy, I think you could check your XP."

Bruce fastened the collar around the Joker's neck.

Blue lines lit up, forming a protective film that forcibly separated his skin from the outside world.

The clown raised his hand to touch the collar, only to find that even his fingers were blocked by the isolation layer, and finally his face showed displeasure.

"You put a necklace on me without even confessing your feelings first."

Bruce ignored him. "This device will disrupt your ability assessment. If you try to remove it, the sedative inside will keep you asleep for three days."

"Sounds like a honeymoon."

Tony added, "Blackgate Prison for Superhumans, luxury single cells, three layers of isolation."

"24/7 surveillance, no stage, no audience, no little bats visiting the prison at night."

The clown's smile faded slightly.

"No baby bats?"

Bruce looked at him. "No."

"Then I might really have to consider escaping from prison."

Clark picked him up again. "You don't have a chance."

"Mr. Red Cloak, don't be so sure. Life needs surprises."

"You've already given this city enough surprises."

As they were talking, the Joker was thrown into the isolation chamber of the Batmobile.

"This thing is pretty good, but if he has a spatial artifact, it still won't be able to stop him."

Tony looked around the isolation pod.

Bruce stopped what he was doing. "He didn't."

Tony pointed at the Joker. "Are you sure? He got the prize from Leon."

Bruce's expression was noticeably worse.

"Oh, by the way, please give my regards to that dear gashapon merchant."

Upon hearing Li Ang's name, the clown suddenly pressed himself against the glass of the isolation chamber, and his smile returned.

Bruce suddenly looked at him. "Is there anything else you haven't taken out?"

The clown winks, "Memories, dreams, friendship, and a heart that loves to perform."

Natasha walked to the isolation pod. "Don't play along with him, he's stalling for time."

The steel skeleton directly reinforced the blockade; "spatial fluctuations are normal, and no teleportation activation has been detected."

Bruce was still staring at the Joker.

The clown pressed his face against the glass, and his voice came through the equipment, sounding somewhat distorted.

"Little bat, do you know where the most interesting part is?"

Bruce did not speak.

The Joker continued, "You always think the prison is the end, but the prison is just a different stage."

Tony crossed his arms. "Let me say this too. You always think you can control the audience, but this time the audience is full of cheaters."

The clown looked at him and said, "Mr. Tin Can, I like you. You're even more talkative than Little Bat."

"Thank you, but I don't like you."

The transfer cabin door is closed.

The Black Gate's heavy aircraft landed at the edge of the plaza, its searchlights sweeping across the ruins, and several prison guards in isolation armor quickly disembarked.

They all visibly tensed up when they saw the clown.

Bruce personally handed the isolation pod over to the team leader.

"He was placed under the highest level of confinement. No one was allowed to have direct contact with him, he was not allowed to be interrogated alone, and he was not allowed to be near any detachable objects."

The team leader nodded immediately, "Understood."

Tony added, "And don't give him crayons either."

The team leader was taken aback.

Bruce said, "Do as I say."

The clown waves from inside the isolation pod.

"Goodbye, little bat. You were really cool tonight, especially when you admitted you couldn't win."

Bruce's expression remained unchanged.

Tony laughed out loud, "I like that line too."

Bruce looked at him. "You're bored?"

"I just saved a city, so I'm entitled to relax for thirty seconds."

Clark stood aside, watching as the isolation pod was loaded into the aircraft.

"Will the Joker really not escape again?"

Bruce paused for a moment.

"I will upgrade the prison system."

Tony patted him on the shoulder. "That means he'll run away sooner or later."

Clark looked at Tony.

Tony shrugged. "Don't look at me like that. This is the prison over there."

The aircraft slowly ascended into the air, and the clown inside the isolation pod was still waving.

"Notify Blackgate that a fully enclosed medical scan will be conducted upon imprisonment."

Tony patted him on the shoulder. "Keep it up, Batboy. You still have a long night ahead of you."

Bruce didn't reply to him.

In the distance, the aircraft disappeared into the gloomy night sky of Gotham.

Inside the Gashapon Shop of All Gods.

Zhang Chulan stared at the projection, his lips twitching.

"Boss, did he call you?"

Li Ang leaned back in his rocking chair, a smile on his face.

"Customer relations are well maintained."

Zhang Chulan's scalp tingled. "You even maintain relationships with clients like that?"

Li Ang picked up the can of cola and shook it gently.

"When you're running a business, of course you welcome repeat customers."

Loki stood beside him, laughing heartily.

"I'm suddenly looking forward to tomorrow at Blackgate Prison."

Zhang Chulan glanced silently at the door.

He always felt that the prison didn't hold the clown.

Instead, it's a new trouble that hasn't even begun.