"This is Corning Street. The firepower of the lunatics from the Joker Gang is too strong. Requesting immediate support."
"General Administration, Wayne Avenue has spotted the Joker Gang causing trouble. There are over a hundred of them. Please dispatch a mobile force."
"The Falls Street Patrol is requesting backup. We are surrounded by the Joker Gang."
Calls for help came from the intercoms one after another, and the five young heroes looked on with grim expressions. The matter of the Court of Owls was not over yet, and now the Joker Gang was rioting again.
"Don't worry about me. Go and calm things down," Bruce said from his recovery bed. He smelled a hint of conspiracy, but still ordered them to go out. Gotham could not be without the Bat Family, and criminals could not be allowed to run rampant.
Everyone immediately rushed to the city, hoping to return with a quick victory.
At this time, Alan went out on his electric bicycle. Naturally, the guard at Arkham Asylum would not open the door for him, and as was his usual practice, he did not take the usual route. When passing through a wilderness, Alan stopped the bike and looked at the lush wildflowers.
"It's rude to visit a patient empty-handed." Alan got out of the car and picked some wildflowers as a gift. He was even thoughtful enough to wrap them in the hamburger wrapping paper he had gotten from the relief center the day before. He remembered a wise saying: even a piece of toilet paper has its uses.
Along the way, he rushed straight to Wayne Manor at lightning speed.
"Butler, open the door!" Alan shouted toward the iron gate, but no one responded. He turned to look at the doorbell.
Ding-dong!
After waiting for a minute, still no one came.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
"Could it be that the Bat and the Butler eloped?" Alan analyzed calmly, immediately overturned his guess, and then concluded, "Impossible. They must be hiding from me to watch a movie."
Ding-ding-ding-dong! Ding-ding-ding-ding-dong! Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding…
In a rage, Alan rang the doorbell frantically, poking at the buttons with his fingers, determined to call the person out and question them.
Hiss…
There was a flash of lightning, and a puff of white smoke came out of the doorbell. Alan withdrew his hands at a loss and looked at the broken doorbell innocently. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no one was there. He then turned to the doorbell and said comfortingly, "I'm very sorry that you have to endure pressure that you shouldn't have to at your age. I hope you can learn to be more sensible next time."
After saying that, he picked up the electric bicycle, threw it over the wall, and then climbed over and entered.
"Now that I'm here, I can't leave on an empty stomach," Alan said. The flowers weren't a free gift; he had to get a meal out of it, otherwise he would feel he'd made a loss.
The electric scooter roamed the grounds of Wayne Manor. Alan couldn't help but say sourly, "For such a big house, a taxi ride to the toilet must be at least the starting price."
He and his vehicle entered the elevator and went directly down to the underground Batcave.
Ding!
"Butler, what's wrong with you?" As the elevator door opened, what came into view was Alfred lying on the ground, covered in blood.
Alan hurried forward and said with concern, "Alfred, the ground is cold. Be careful not to catch a chill."
"Alan… hurry… save the master…" Alfred pointed to the distance with his dying breath. There was an entrance that led directly to a cavern below.
"The Bat is so naughty. He won't listen to advice at all." Looking into the entrance from the edge, Alan looked disappointed. He then picked up the seriously injured Alfred and said, "The best I can do is help you be buried in the same tomb after you die."
"…"
Crazy! What are you doing? I asked you to save Bruce, not throw me into a hole! Unfortunately, it was now very difficult for Alfred to speak.
In the green pool of Dionysus factor, two bodies lay quietly. Bruce was wearing soft pajamas, but there were many holes in the clothes. He was face down, soaked in the liquid. Next to him was the Joker in a purple suit. Even in death, he still had an exaggerated smile on his face.
The Court of Owls had informed Arthur of Batman's identity, and he had carefully planned his actions. First, he had let the Joker Gang cause trouble in Gotham City to send the Bat Family away, then he went to Wayne Manor alone. Before entering, he rang the doorbell and left a gift box. The confused Alfred had picked up the gift box and opened it. The poisonous gas inside sprayed out, putting him under the Joker's control. Then he found the Batcave and confronted Bruce head-on.
After a fight, they had both fallen into the cave and died. Even though Bruce's body had not yet recovered, the Joker could only fight to the death. As if fate were playing a joke, they fell right into the Dionysus factor pool.
Suddenly, Arthur's fingers moved. He sat up in a daze, very confused as to whether he was still alive. He touched his head in confusion, and his eyes suddenly widened.
"My hair is growing back!" Arthur happily pulled two tufts of hair in front of his eyes and saw that the green hair he had lost was restored.
Snap!
Before he could touch his hair again, he heard a familiar sound that made his body tremble. He followed the source of the sound. In the shadowy corner of the cave, a flame illuminated a face with a terrifying smile.
"Alan!?" Yes, it was Alan, the one whose gums protruded outward when he smiled.
"Don't come over here! Let's talk it over!" Arthur looked at Alan walking slowly toward him and had a premonition of what was going to happen. At this moment, his laughter disorder was cured. There was only fear on his face.
"Student Joker," Alan said solemnly. "At your age, you should be studying crime and fighting for justice, instead of focusing on fancy things like growing long hair and dyeing it. As the Dean of Studies at Gotham University, I must nip this in the bud and guide you down the path of righteousness."
"You're crazy!" Arthur got up in panic and ran for his life. He would rather fight Batman than this lunatic.
After taking only a few steps, Alan had already pressed Arthur under him and turned the lighter in his hand to maximum power. You ask where the lighter came from? He had taken it along with the cigarettes from the relief center. As the saying goes, I can choose not to smoke, but I have to have it.
"Alan, please don't do that! Please don't burn my hair! You can burn my armpit hair, or even just some leg hair!" Arthur begged in tears, his hands digging at the ground, trying to escape from Alan's clutches.
"You are a bad student who committed a crime, and you are still trying to bargain. You think the authority of my office is nothing but air? This time, I will burn your eyebrows off."
Alan had already lit the green hair, making a sizzling sound accompanied by a burnt smell.
Arthur cried out in pain and powerlessness, "No! Please stop! Batman, wake up and save me!"
Someone called me? It sounds like the Joker's voice.
Bruce woke up slowly and looked up to see Alan sitting on the Joker and burning his hair with a lighter.
I must be dreaming. How could the Joker ask me for help? Bruce smiled bitterly and buried his head in the pool again. Feeling the icy temperature of the liquid, he raised his head suddenly and woke up to realize that he was not dreaming.
"It's not a dream!" Bruce recalled what had happened before and suddenly realized that it was the Dionysus factor that had resurrected him.
Looking at the Joker, who was now admitting his mistakes and asking for help, Bruce resolutely chose to stand by and watch. First, he believed that he could not beat Alan. Second, there was no reason to help an enemy. He was even worried that Alan would go crazy and burn his hair, too.
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