Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

The next second, ropes shot in from all directions and quickly wrapped around Clark's entire body, while also trying to snatch the laughing clown from his hand. At the same time, a group of evil spirits summoned from hell by the glowing green light released by Constantine suddenly appeared and rushed over one after another.

Clark: "?"

The situation developed too quickly, and Clark was stunned on the spot. He couldn't understand how he had been arranged so clearly before he even uttered three words after arriving here.

"Crack!"

However, the initial sneak attack failed to give Batman and Constantine any advantage.

The electrified ropes were useless; they snapped instantly with a slight pull from Clark's arm. Immediately, a faint red light flashed in his eyes, and a heat beam swept across, instantly obliterating a large number of hellish spirits lured by Constantine.

As for the annoying roar and smoke around us?

Clark simply inhaled and exhaled, and a gale-force wind instantly swept away all obstacles, revealing Batman and Constantine, who were frightened by his displayed invincible fighting power and had quickly fled to go back and slowly think of a countermeasure.

In the blink of an eye, at a speed that even the naked eye of an ordinary person or a magician could not react to, Batman and Constantine only felt a blur before their ordinary protective measures were completely shattered.

One second they were going their separate ways, and the next they were crashing to the ground, back to their original starting point as brothers in misfortune.

Clark looked at his hands, which were slightly numb from shattering all their protective mechanisms, and couldn't help but sigh, "So many methods, it's terrifying."

If it weren't for his exceptionally strong physique and superior skills, he might have been killed by that combo.

Batman: "?"

Constantine: "?"

You mean you just casually stretched out your hand, took a breath, and moved your leg, and you instantly defeated both of us, who had played all our cards, and then exclaimed that we were too strong?

Cheating is really not fun, turn it off. Playing Versailles with cheats is pointless.

"Chirp~" The clown whistled, beaming with joy. If he hadn't been held in Clark's hands, he would definitely have been clapping and cheering.

Although his schemes had embarrassed Batman several times, it was quite amusing to see him use pure brute force to leave his nemesis so bewildered and powerless. It was truly worth the trip he made to Metropolis.

Batman glanced at the inhuman Joker, but was not provoked in the slightest. He simply remained in a surrendered posture with Constantine, and together they looked at the malevolent god who was holding the Joker.

Originally, the two of them wanted to maintain the initiative, but since they couldn't win, there was nothing they could do. Being a prisoner was fine; let's see what this god of the human world is here for first.

The fact that neither of them activated their final, self-preservation trump card is enough to prove that although this god on earth may have malice towards them, he has no intention of killing them. Therefore, it wouldn't hurt to talk.

Batman simultaneously employed eighteen psychological analysis techniques as he looked at this god among men: "An alien?"

“Perhaps I am the same as all humans in many ways.” Clark did not lie about his race. He had recently been to the Arctic and had discovered his Kryptonian origins, but in terms of identity, he believed that his mind was still human, so he tried to cover it up.

Batman nodded, understanding. He understood. This was a superhuman alien who had lived on Earth for a long time, perhaps even grown up there, whose thinking had been assimilated by human culture, unlike Ultraman who was purely in line with humans in terms of values.

“That’s a god among men,” Constantine muttered. “Or maybe just call him Superman? Good heavens, I’m a genius. I love the name Superman. It’s a shame that the title ‘Ultimate Man’ is already taken by Ultraman. Otherwise, ‘Ultimate Man’ would be just as good.”

Call me whatever you want.

Clark didn't want to dwell on the form of address; his upright and handsome face, along with his naturally good nature, made him less intimidating. However, he still carried an obvious displeasure and got to the point, questioning the two of them:

"Is this Joker, who came from Gotham, sent to Metropolis at your request? Batman, I've heard of you. You've been fighting crime, which is good, I like it. But you instructed a criminal you've arrested time and again to harass me and even try to kill my loved ones?"

Tell me, is this what you mean?

Batman understood, and Constantine beside him understood too. They both knew exactly what kind of person the Joker was, but of course, this time no one nodded in agreement.

If that head were to be slightly raised, Superman's bone-breaking punch would probably come crashing down on it.

In just two seconds, Batman's mind raced, and he quickly grasped the current situation and a clear timeline.

It doesn't matter where the Joker got the information about Superman, or even found out Superman's private identity, adoptive parents, or girlfriend. What matters is that while Superman's power is immense, it also evokes warmth. Although it's not exactly the same as Ultraman's aura, there is some overlap.

It's not surprising that he would find the clown after using reverse psychology to send him on a journey around the world with the Ultra Crystal to find the extraordinary clown.

After finding Superman, knowing of his invincible power, the Joker first went to Constantine, but Constantine was uncooperative. So he returned to the metropolis, attempting to threaten Superman's mortal parents or mortal girlfriend. Judging from Superman's micro-expressions, it was probably his girlfriend.

It's worth noting that the Joker definitely "attempted" rather than actually wanted to kill Superman's girlfriend, because if the Joker really intended to do so, the girlfriend would already be dead, and Superman wouldn't just be shocked and angry, but would be furious and roaring.

Even though Superman has invincible power, the Joker is the kind of person who knows how to seize every opportunity. Being unable to defeat Superman doesn't stop him from having at least hundreds of ways to easily kill Superman's girlfriend.

The reason he didn't actually kill the girlfriend, based on his understanding of the Joker, was probably because the Joker wasn't interested in dying at Superman's hands, but also wanted to see Batman driven to the brink of despair by Superman, who was also a good guy and a hidden superhuman, so as to provoke him into seeking revenge against the superhumans of this world.

Of course, there is also the most crucial point.

Just as Batman could see that Superman was a good person, the Joker could see it even better, so he was already manipulating Superman.

The Joker's schemes are always revealed in his mental calculations—the Joker knows very well that he, Batman, is a dirty adult who is insecure and filled with unease about everything outside of himself, and even about himself.

So even if Superman is a good guy, if Batman's first meeting with Superman is violent, it will raise Batman's unease and vigilance towards Superman to the extreme, causing Batman to consciously or unconsciously target Superman in large numbers.

When the time comes, with just a little provocation from the Joker, a well-prepared Batman and a furious Superman will engage in a deadly battle. The Joker will surely be watching from afar, popcorn in hand, as this is a farcical fight between good guys.

Therefore, the Joker was well aware that the misunderstanding between Batman and Superman about "I instructed the Joker to kill your girlfriend" could be cleared up as soon as they met, and he didn't care about it.

All he cared about was instigating a violent meeting to amplify all the dark sides of Batman's heart; that was enough.

He is indeed very calculating. If it were the Batman he knows, even if he saw through these schemes, he would still do them. Yes, Batman is such an incurable person.

Even after Batman got the chat group, he would basically do this before he went to the Hachiman world.

But isn't that a coincidence?

He's no longer the normal Batman. He's now an intelligence Batman who's at least ten versions ahead of his time, possessing information about the final boss from those ten versions ahead!

Trigon, Darkseid, and Barbatos—each possesses extraordinary abilities, each has power surpassing that of the Ultimate Ultra, and is filled with a vigorous destructive desire, coveting Gotham and eyeing humanity with predatory intent.

Without sufficient strength, how can we deal a heavy blow to such dark bosses in the future?

Beware of Superman?

He was overjoyed to see that the Joker had actually found him a local good guy superhuman who, intuitively, might even be comparable to Ultraman. How could he possibly push him to the opposite side?

"This is clearly a Joker's scheme. Perhaps we can have a deeper discussion to clear up this misunderstanding."

Batman smiled meaningfully, extended his hand as a gesture of goodwill, and said in a charming tone, "I think we can be very good friends—after we put the Joker in Arkham Asylum, we can have plenty of time to sleep side by side."

The clown's maniacal smile froze, and a strange question mark slowly appeared on his face: "?"

No way, where the hell did you hide my Batman? Is this still Gotham? Is this still Batman?!

Chapter 193 The Clown and Constantine, Sharing a Common Fate

“Oh, that’s great. I’ll be attending the next meeting too. Well, you know, I’ve always been Gotham’s second guardian, Batman’s beloved Robin. So Superman, just like Batman, I’m your strong support and partner. Listen, I’ll help you take care of the Joker, won’t I?”

Constantine's eyes darted around, and almost immediately changed his attitude after seeing Superman's soft-hearted demeanor softened by Batman's few words.

Oh my God, what more needs to be said about such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

A god among men who could probably crush some of the old gods, and even the famous and most powerful mage Shazam might not be his match, and whose mind is filled with such clear-eyed stupidity, it's obvious that he's very easy to fool.

Think about it, if you successfully get Superman to treat you as one of his own, as a friend, what will happen next?

As long as Constantine doesn't deliberately provoke someone like Lucifer, a multiverse T0-level being, he can basically roam the world with his head held high for the rest of his life!

Superman is such a nice guy, if anything happens to Constantine, he'll definitely come to his rescue. It's like an unlimited and side-effect-free ultimate insurance policy. God, with such a backer, he can go on more adventures and act recklessly than before. How awesome would that be? He can't even imagine it!

"Hmm~"

Constantine, already envisioning a wonderful future, chuckled and put his arm around Batman's shoulder like a good buddy. He even picked up the "Robin" name tag he had been thinking of throwing away and waved it around, then winked at Superman.

"Oh my God, this world has gone mad, Gotham has gone insane!"

The clown rolled his eyes in exasperation, then started to sob. His voice was filled with genuine distress as he muttered to himself, "Where did my little bat go? No, no, this shouldn't be happening. Why? What went wrong? This is completely wrong!"

Did he make a mistake? That's impossible!

The clown's mad and disordered thoughts quickly went through the current situation and he noticed a series of mistakes.

Even if Constantine is forced to fight Batman, he will still vent his anger on Batman while harboring resentment towards the culprit, because he is an arrogant scumbag, and Batman will definitely hate people like him.

Although they both have their own strengths, and a reconciliation could be achieved to some extent, each getting what they need, their personalities dictate that it's impossible for them to do so, unless Batman offers some kind of tempting offer that can make Constantine let go of his grudges, but Batman is unlikely to have such a thing.

On the other hand, Gotham without the Joker would likely be a chaotic mess, with supervillains of all sizes constantly appearing, leaving Batman exhausted both physically and mentally. Therefore, even if he were tempted, he probably wouldn't be able to reconcile with Constantine properly.

So before the premise of profit, there is another premise: Gotham must remain calm, Batman's mood must be soothed, and someone—someone—has given Batman psychological treatment, causing him to make new changes compared to the past.

This made him more optimistic, patient, and tolerant, and broadened his horizons beyond Gotham. Otherwise, even if he was enjoying the peace and quiet of Gotham, he would not have been able to tolerate the two uncontrollable threats, Constantine and Superman.

But why, why have all the trends deviated from their original direction?

As the Joker continued rambling, he suddenly noticed something even more unusual. From the moment he was dragged back to Gotham by Superman until now, he hadn't heard a single siren or ambulance siren.

If Gotham City were to follow its usual pattern, in such a short period of time, there should have been at least four different ambulances and two police sirens.

No way? Could it be that Batman has really brought this dark and mysterious Gotham to order?!

Intricate details, everything is inseparable from that mysterious pillar of light that day, and the light crystal that was clearly related to the pillar of light. It was through these two means that he was transferred away from Gotham.

If he were still in Gotham, no matter what changes occur in Gotham or Batman, he would inevitably be the first to discover them and devise an even more twisted plan to plunge both of them back into the abyss of darkness.

The clown was trembling with rage!

After all this time, after being sworn enemies for so long, this is the first time he has ever lost so badly, and even lost by one side!

It was precisely because he wanted to play a more sophisticated twisted drama that he spared Clark's girlfriend's life. If he had killed the female reporter directly, Batman would at least have had a headache about how to appease Superman.

But now, his actions have almost brought Constantine and Superman, two of the most powerful superhumans, right to Batman's doorstep, giving him a huge boost out of thin air.

"Batman, you tricked me—?!"

No matter what the mistake is, it can only be Batman's fault. We should hold him accountable!

Seeing the Joker, who was unusually on the defensive, Batman, for the first time ever, had the leisure to be humorous in front of this guy: "Thanks for your contribution, Joker."

"You're thanking me too soon." The clown's embarrassed expression vanished in an instant. He suddenly grinned, tilted his head to look at the old bat who was approaching, and chuckled, "I still want to treat you to some fireworks. You can thank me after you've watched them."

"boom!"

He mimicked the sound of an explosion with his mouth, and even when he was bound and held tightly in Clark's hand like a chick, unable to move, he seemed to have a way to easily detonate a distant bomb simultaneously.

But the fireworks that should have burst into a grand display did not appear; he was the only one performing a one-man show. Gotham remained peaceful and tranquil, with only the ghostly teenagers speeding past on the streets outside.

The clown was taken aback and fell into a brief state of confusion.

"Looks like I thanked you too early, the timing was just right, wasn't it?" Batman's husky voice turned the tables, "Thank you for coming back today. If it had been half a day earlier, I might have been blown to bits by the bombs you buried near those sleeping dark creatures. Thank you for your cooperation, Joker."

"No----"

The Joker realized what had happened and shouted angrily, "This shouldn't be happening! He's always been the one to kill Batman and destroy his spirit. Where did he go wrong this time? How could he have lost so miserably?"

Losing isn't scary. No one can win all the time, not even the Joker. He's happy to lose to Batman. Losing once or twice is quite fun.

But he absolutely cannot lose because he doesn't know enough about Batman!

The Joker struggles to his feet and tries to take remedial measures. In short, he'll run away first, and after investigating the inside story of Batman's changes and his post-change state, he'll start a new battle against the three hundred schemes.