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Chapter 91: Anti-Tony Armor (6)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
All the serious criminals who followed the Joker were captured and thrown into cage-like prisons.
These prisons were special; they weren't individual rooms. As the name suggested, they were "cages," with iron bars on all four sides, just like the cages used to hold beasts. The Police locked the criminals inside. No matter what a criminal wanted to do, the surrounding officers could see it with perfect clarity.
"Officer! My stomach hurts! It's killing me!"
A fat man, drenched in sweat, knelt on the ground clutching his stomach, wailing in agony. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were rolling back, as if he might die at any second.
Some officers were working at their desks nearby. Hearing him, they shot him a cold glance before turning back to their own business.
"A bunch of scoundrels. They're pretty good at acting."
"Don't pay them any mind. Just make sure they don't get out."
The officers spoke with cold expressions, smirking as they watched the man wailing on the floor. During this time, too many of their fellow officers had been killed while trying to capture the Joker. The city had been thrown into chaos because of him, and he had killed almost the entire upper echelon.
As for this group of scoundrels who followed the Joker, everyone wished they would just drop dead. They should all be locked up in Arkham Asylum and never let out!
Soon, the only sound left in the large hall was the criminal's wailing, which grew quieter and quieter. Everyone else was busy with their own tasks. Many of the other criminals sat indifferently, a cold smile on their lips...
...
In the interrogation room, the Joker sat bored out of his mind. He didn't say a word, only occasionally twitching a finger or licking his lips.
"Has he said anything?" someone asked from outside.
Many shook their heads, looking helpless. The Joker was a master of psychology with a thoroughly chaotic mind. Unless he wanted to talk, no one could force him to.
"Commissioner Gordon?" A man who had been temporarily transferred back from another post, and wasn't fully up to speed on the situation, looked at the old commissioner, who was long thought to be dead, with a mixture of shock and joy.
Old Commissioner Gordon had aged, and a few wrinkles appeared when he smiled. He patted the young man on the shoulder. "I faked my death. It was the only way to protect my innocent family."
Gordon opened the door to the interrogation room and walked straight in.
The room was much larger than one would imagine, but it contained only a single table and a dimly lit desk lamp upon it. In the vast, empty space, only the lamp in front of the prisoner was lit; the surroundings were shrouded in darkness, adding a touch of gloom and solitude to the scene.
"I'm only going to ask you one question. Harvey Dent didn't come home last night. Where did you take him?" Gordon sat across from the Joker, his lips pursed as he stared intently at him.
The Joker looked around innocently, then held up his cuffed hands. "I've been here the whole time. Where did *you* take him? Hmm? Your men? Of course, that's assuming they're still *your* men, and not Maroni's."
The Joker licked his lips, looking like he wanted to let out a low laugh, but he held it back. He shook his head with a strange motion.
"Does that frustrate you, Mr. Commissioner? The subordinates you trusted betrayed you long ago, and you were the only one kept in the dark, fighting all alone. Does that make you feel guilty about Harvey's predicament?"
The old commissioner's expression shifted. "Where is he?" he demanded.
"What time is it?"
"Is that important?"
"Of course, it's important," the Joker said. "The time determines whether he's in one piece... or all over the place. Hehehehe..."
Gordon couldn't take it anymore. Suppressing his rage, he actually unlocked the Joker's handcuffs.
"If you want to play, I'll find a better player to play with you. As for me, I'm going to get a cup of coffee." Gordon gritted his teeth, threw the handcuffs violently to the floor, and turned to leave the room.
The next second, a black figure appeared behind the Joker, as silent as a phantom.
Bang!
Batman grabbed the Joker's head and slammed it into the table. The Joker couldn't help but cry out.
"Good cop, bad cop, huh? Ahh! Don't hit my head! The victim will get dizzy and won't be able to remember anything..."
Bang!
Batman smashed his fist down on the Joker's hand, which was resting on the table, making an even louder sound.
The Joker immediately shut his mouth. That fucking hurt.
"You wanted to see me, didn't you? I'm here. Now, right in front of you, I'd like to see what you'll do," Batman said, his voice a hoarse rasp.
"Honestly, The Bat, you haven't disappointed me. You successfully got Gotham's elite killed, and now you're letting Harvey be your fall guy. Wow, wow, wow! Even someone like me feels a chill!" The Joker's mouth hung open in an exaggerated expression.
"Where is Harvey? And why do you keep trying to kill me?" Batman resisted the nauseating urge to pummel the Joker's disgusting face.
"The mob wants you dead so they can be free like they were before. As for killing you? Hahahaha, kill you? I don't want to kill you. If I killed you, who would I play with? Go back to scamming that bunch of gangsters? No, thank you."
The Joker suddenly slammed his hand on the table, leaning forward until his face was practically touching Batman's mask.
"I won't kill you, hehehe. But guess what... will *he* kill you? I mean, if it really comes to that—you know what I'm talking about, you've been thinking it all along—will *he*—will Tony kill you?" The Joker raised his hands and crossed them, his two index fingers pointing in opposite directions. "Or the other way around?"
"It was you. You monster. You planned it this way from the very beginning..." A flood of memories played through Batman's mind like a movie, and everything suddenly became clear.
"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, it was me... It was me who sent Aaron and the others to kill Tony—you probably don't know them, they're the guys Tony butchered right after he came to Gotham City. Aaron actually worked for Falcon, but I bought him off... They died so horribly, dismembered by a guy like Tony. Like this, chop, chop, chop..."
The Joker gesticulated wildly, describing the scene with a bloodcurdling laugh.
"And, and, that poor fool Anderson! You interrogated him and threw him right in jail, hahaha! I threw him at you on purpose. Don't we work well together? We both targeted Gotham City with our own methods. But no matter whose method it is, you can't accept it. You've always been so hypocritical and arrogant."
The Joker ranted on, "I helped you by killing off the corrupt elite, making Gotham City cleaner. Tony started from the bottom, arming the people to resist the tyranny of the gangs, fighting fire with fire. Only when the enemy has bled dry will they truly understand that their old ways were wrong... The two of us helped you remake Gotham, but you could never accept our methods... You see us as the source of the chaos, don't you? Don't you? Stop playing dumb, The Bat. You already knew. You should have known. You were the one avoiding it. I told you I was going to rip off that hypocritical mask of yours and stomp on it!"
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
All the serious criminals who followed the Joker were captured and thrown into cage-like prisons.
These prisons were special; they weren't individual rooms. As the name suggested, they were "cages," with iron bars on all four sides, just like the cages used to hold beasts. The Police locked the criminals inside. No matter what a criminal wanted to do, the surrounding officers could see it with perfect clarity.
"Officer! My stomach hurts! It's killing me!"
A fat man, drenched in sweat, knelt on the ground clutching his stomach, wailing in agony. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were rolling back, as if he might die at any second.
Some officers were working at their desks nearby. Hearing him, they shot him a cold glance before turning back to their own business.
"A bunch of scoundrels. They're pretty good at acting."
"Don't pay them any mind. Just make sure they don't get out."
The officers spoke with cold expressions, smirking as they watched the man wailing on the floor. During this time, too many of their fellow officers had been killed while trying to capture the Joker. The city had been thrown into chaos because of him, and he had killed almost the entire upper echelon.
As for this group of scoundrels who followed the Joker, everyone wished they would just drop dead. They should all be locked up in Arkham Asylum and never let out!
Soon, the only sound left in the large hall was the criminal's wailing, which grew quieter and quieter. Everyone else was busy with their own tasks. Many of the other criminals sat indifferently, a cold smile on their lips...
...
In the interrogation room, the Joker sat bored out of his mind. He didn't say a word, only occasionally twitching a finger or licking his lips.
"Has he said anything?" someone asked from outside.
Many shook their heads, looking helpless. The Joker was a master of psychology with a thoroughly chaotic mind. Unless he wanted to talk, no one could force him to.
"Commissioner Gordon?" A man who had been temporarily transferred back from another post, and wasn't fully up to speed on the situation, looked at the old commissioner, who was long thought to be dead, with a mixture of shock and joy.
Old Commissioner Gordon had aged, and a few wrinkles appeared when he smiled. He patted the young man on the shoulder. "I faked my death. It was the only way to protect my innocent family."
Gordon opened the door to the interrogation room and walked straight in.
The room was much larger than one would imagine, but it contained only a single table and a dimly lit desk lamp upon it. In the vast, empty space, only the lamp in front of the prisoner was lit; the surroundings were shrouded in darkness, adding a touch of gloom and solitude to the scene.
"I'm only going to ask you one question. Harvey Dent didn't come home last night. Where did you take him?" Gordon sat across from the Joker, his lips pursed as he stared intently at him.
The Joker looked around innocently, then held up his cuffed hands. "I've been here the whole time. Where did *you* take him? Hmm? Your men? Of course, that's assuming they're still *your* men, and not Maroni's."
The Joker licked his lips, looking like he wanted to let out a low laugh, but he held it back. He shook his head with a strange motion.
"Does that frustrate you, Mr. Commissioner? The subordinates you trusted betrayed you long ago, and you were the only one kept in the dark, fighting all alone. Does that make you feel guilty about Harvey's predicament?"
The old commissioner's expression shifted. "Where is he?" he demanded.
"What time is it?"
"Is that important?"
"Of course, it's important," the Joker said. "The time determines whether he's in one piece... or all over the place. Hehehehe..."
Gordon couldn't take it anymore. Suppressing his rage, he actually unlocked the Joker's handcuffs.
"If you want to play, I'll find a better player to play with you. As for me, I'm going to get a cup of coffee." Gordon gritted his teeth, threw the handcuffs violently to the floor, and turned to leave the room.
The next second, a black figure appeared behind the Joker, as silent as a phantom.
Bang!
Batman grabbed the Joker's head and slammed it into the table. The Joker couldn't help but cry out.
"Good cop, bad cop, huh? Ahh! Don't hit my head! The victim will get dizzy and won't be able to remember anything..."
Bang!
Batman smashed his fist down on the Joker's hand, which was resting on the table, making an even louder sound.
The Joker immediately shut his mouth. That fucking hurt.
"You wanted to see me, didn't you? I'm here. Now, right in front of you, I'd like to see what you'll do," Batman said, his voice a hoarse rasp.
"Honestly, The Bat, you haven't disappointed me. You successfully got Gotham's elite killed, and now you're letting Harvey be your fall guy. Wow, wow, wow! Even someone like me feels a chill!" The Joker's mouth hung open in an exaggerated expression.
"Where is Harvey? And why do you keep trying to kill me?" Batman resisted the nauseating urge to pummel the Joker's disgusting face.
"The mob wants you dead so they can be free like they were before. As for killing you? Hahahaha, kill you? I don't want to kill you. If I killed you, who would I play with? Go back to scamming that bunch of gangsters? No, thank you."
The Joker suddenly slammed his hand on the table, leaning forward until his face was practically touching Batman's mask.
"I won't kill you, hehehe. But guess what... will *he* kill you? I mean, if it really comes to that—you know what I'm talking about, you've been thinking it all along—will *he*—will Tony kill you?" The Joker raised his hands and crossed them, his two index fingers pointing in opposite directions. "Or the other way around?"
"It was you. You monster. You planned it this way from the very beginning..." A flood of memories played through Batman's mind like a movie, and everything suddenly became clear.
"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, it was me... It was me who sent Aaron and the others to kill Tony—you probably don't know them, they're the guys Tony butchered right after he came to Gotham City. Aaron actually worked for Falcon, but I bought him off... They died so horribly, dismembered by a guy like Tony. Like this, chop, chop, chop..."
The Joker gesticulated wildly, describing the scene with a bloodcurdling laugh.
"And, and, that poor fool Anderson! You interrogated him and threw him right in jail, hahaha! I threw him at you on purpose. Don't we work well together? We both targeted Gotham City with our own methods. But no matter whose method it is, you can't accept it. You've always been so hypocritical and arrogant."
The Joker ranted on, "I helped you by killing off the corrupt elite, making Gotham City cleaner. Tony started from the bottom, arming the people to resist the tyranny of the gangs, fighting fire with fire. Only when the enemy has bled dry will they truly understand that their old ways were wrong... The two of us helped you remake Gotham, but you could never accept our methods... You see us as the source of the chaos, don't you? Don't you? Stop playing dumb, The Bat. You already knew. You should have known. You were the one avoiding it. I told you I was going to rip off that hypocritical mask of yours and stomp on it!"
(end of chapter)
