American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 114 Joker Buster? No! It's Gotham's Nightmare!

The two entered the mirror maze one after the other.

"This is to do the right thing."

Bruce's hoarse voice echoed through the mirror-filled maze.

"Haha, so you wanted to be a hero?"

"Alright, buddy, I'll give you a chance to fight back."

Jerome brandished the pistol, then tossed it to the ground, knowing Bruce could see it.

"Shall we have a fight, bare-handed?"

He quietly drew a short dagger from his waist and hid it in his palm.

Come on!

Click!

The glass behind him shattered suddenly, and a black figure leaped out from the shards!

A sharp straight kick landed hard on Jerome's back.

This is the first time that Bruce's training over the past few months has truly paid off.

Jerome felt a dull pain in his back, and the dagger in his hand flew out before he could even grip it properly.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud, his vision blurred, and the manic smile on his face vanished.

"What kind of hero attacks from behind?"

"You've seen it today; with someone like you, there's no need to play by the rules!"

Bruce glanced indifferently at the dagger beside Jerome's hand, then stomped hard on Jerome's hand. "Ah!!"

Jerome let out a wail as his collar was yanked up.

Bruce's arm veins bulged, unleashing strength far beyond that of his peers, as he pulled Jerome up from the ground and pounded him in the ribs with punch after punch.

Bang!

Bang!

This was purely a fight of venting anger.

Jerome was beaten so badly that he was completely helpless; being bruised and swollen was the least of his worries.

He eventually fell to the ground, his face covered in blood, his blurred vision filled with the image of the cold-faced black-haired boy.

Bruce Wayne?

So you were the one who got that invitation? Bruce Wayne!

Jerome recalled his previous experience of being brutally beaten at the Gotham Police Department.

Hair can be disguised, voice can be disguised, but a person's subconscious aggressive habits cannot be disguised.

The power and angle of those punches were all too familiar.

Use fear and surprise attacks to overwhelm your opponent with powerful fighting skills.

"Were you impersonating Dio Brando at the police station earlier?"

Jerome wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to his feet. "I knew that sissy Dio wouldn't be that strong!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Bruce didn't even turn his head; he couldn't be bothered to listen to the ravings of a madman.

Dior's face does have a certain feminine allure, but why should I pretend to be him?

Are you sick?

"You really are a madman."

Bruce walked out of the mirror maze without hesitation.

He vowed never to listen to the madman's nonsense again.

This is a waste of time.

"Hahaha."

Jerome's eyes shone, as if he had finally found what he had been searching for all his life: "I've finally found you."

In a daze, he saw a bat.

The outside world is in complete chaos.

The GCPD and the Jokers' main forces clashed, firing at each other around the concrete walls and tents.

A raging fire is burning in the amusement park, but a group of people dressed as clowns are desperately building a firebreak.

The sound of police sirens grew closer in the distance.

"The police are on their way! If you just obediently put out the fire, it might count as a meritorious service."

"Hurry up, you lazybones!"

Dio rode his horse, brandishing a gun and threatening the scum of the Joker gang.

That's right, he started these fires himself, and now he's ordering these reckless scumbags to put them out themselves. "The matter isn't over yet! Can't even withstand a few rounds of impact?"

"Whether you have a broken leg, a broken arm, or a broken penis, you still have to get to work."

The Jokers exchanged glances, sighed, and continued digging.

There's no way to escape; that horse is too fast, and besides, that devil has a gun!

"He's a monster."

A man frantically digging in the dirt with a trash can lid was on the verge of tears.

Despite the complaints, no one stopped working when lives were at stake.

After all, it's okay for others to die, but it's unacceptable for me to die.

The Joker gang has now been divided into three groups: one to keep watch, one to move flammable materials, and one to dig a pit.

The demon who caused all this simply sat on his horse, resting his chin on his hand and watching with great interest.

"Honestly, looking closely, that demon is actually a bit... "

A woman with clown makeup subconsciously clenched her legs together, her voice sweet and affected.

"Bitch! You're such a bitch!!"

"Exactly!"

"Actually, I think that young master Dior is indeed..."

Alfred, disguised as a member of the Jokers, was also working hard in the crowd.

There's no way not to do it. Just now, when Dior was organizing the crowd, someone got a hole in their forehead for saying one extra word.

He wanted to say something, but upon seeing this, he immediately shut his mouth.

The real question is whether Dior can be recognized immediately given her current makeup.

"You old bastard, you're really despicable! He's a demon!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

Just as the crowd was about to riot, Dio fired several shots into the air without any expression on his face.

"Work hard, and maybe I can put in a good word for you. You don't want to spend your whole lives in jail, do you?"

it's time.

Alfred thought to himself.

Just then, a figure tiptoed out from the crowd.

Before he could even speak, a gun was pressed against his forehead.

Alfred jumped in fright, abandoning all his British accent, and shouted, "It's me, Master Dior!"

"Oh my? So you're even calling me 'young master' to beg for mercy?"

Dio turned his head, about to sneer, but found that the guy in front of him looked somewhat familiar.

Forehead wrinkles, nasolabial folds, face shape...

hiss!

"Alfred?"

He said tentatively.

"You finally recognized me!"

Alfred quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gasped for breath.

When that cold, hard gun barrel was pressed against his forehead, he thought he was going to die.

"Don't be so afraid. Do you think I'm such a bloodthirsty person?"

Dio calmly holstered his gun, giving a threatening glare to those who were taking the opportunity to slack off.

...Well."

Alfred looked at the several corpses around him, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head against his will. "No, it can't be."

Dior nodded in satisfaction, watching the firebreak gradually take shape, and smiled.

"By the way, where's Bruce?"

"He must have run away, right? I saw him uncuff himself and disappear from sight."

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Alfred also wanted to find Bruce, but the fire was too big, and he couldn't get out at all.

"I'm behind you."

Bruce's voice came from behind them without warning, "Could you please turn around?"

Dior was genuinely startled this time.

Damn it, I didn't detect it with my spider senses, nor did I feel any ripples.

When did Bruce sneak over?

"Oh my god! Bruce!"

Alfred turned around abruptly and hugged him tightly.

"Alfred!"

The two embraced, their excitement evident in their expressions.

Dio quietly looked away, his face full of disgust; he hated this kind of scene the most.

"This place is truly magnificent, isn't it?"

Bruce walked over somewhat awkwardly, and as he looked up, he casually said, "Thanks, I really didn't expect you to come and save me."

[Great villainous savior, you have gained Batman's trust with your wicked wisdom. Points +200]

Trust level increased? Hmph!

"How pathetic! Bruce, put away your useless thanks."

Dio casually dusted off his coat, not even bothering to look at him. "Now you know who's the one who can keep the Wayne family going, right?"

"I have a different opinion on this, Dio."

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And so, illuminated by the firelight and the sweat pouring from the Jokers' gang, the two faced off.

[Breaking Mission: Saving Private Batman]

As a fellow member of the Justice League, please rescue your comrade Batman and embark on your own heroic journey.

[Limited Time Offer: Before Dawn]

[Reward: Points +500, Passive - Joker Buster]

[Passive - Joker's Nemesis]

[Ability: More likely to see through the Joker's schemes and jokes; can inflict greater pain when beating the opponent]

[PS: You will be Gotham's nightmare! (Sigh!)]

Dior: "????"

Is this a good word?

Give me the passive part, please!!!