Outside Gotham City, in Wayne Manor, like the king's castle.

The old housekeeper Alfred, who was gray-haired but still healthy, quickly walked into an elevator leading to the underground.

The old man who served the Wayne family for the rest of his life was full of worry in his eyes.

He had just returned home from Gotham City, a city that had already had a trend of improvement with the assistance of the Heroes Association, has become chaotic again today.

Riots occurred in several prisons, and many criminals rushed into the city and made trouble.

The heroes and policemen were a little powerless in the face of the boiling city, and Batman also appeared in critical moments as always.

He stopped many crimes today and saved many more people.

But facing a boiling city, even Batman can't do much.

"Click"

When the elevator fell rapidly to the deepest point, Old Afu walked out.

In the bat cave in front of him, Bruce was taking off his bat mask, and there was a trace of unconcealed fatigue on his face.

"Master, there's bad news."

Afu made a cup of coffee quickly and delivered it to Bruce.

He said to Batman, who was sitting in a chair, looking at the several large screens in front of him, and silently,

"Arkham Asylum"

"I know."

Bruce rubbed his forehead and said, closing his eyes:

"The clown swept the place away, took all the mad criminals there, took a plane hostage, and flew to New York. They should have arrived now."

"That"

Ah Fu looked at his young master in surprise. He seemed to be puzzled. Why did Batman know about this but did not stop him?

"It's not time yet, Ah Fu."

Bruce looked at the city on the screen in front of him, which was almost ignited by evil fire, and he said in a low tone:

"Something is happening, and the clown is just one of the links, not even the most important ones. I'm waiting for news from someone."

"If you want to solve this big trouble at once, I have to cooperate with him. I know that he must have a plan to fight back."

“I have to wait until the signal before acting.”

"Mr. Merlin?"

Afu is the person Bruce trusted the most, and he knows everything about Bruce.

He also knew about Merlin and Bruce's relationship, and even the Avengers No. 006.

But there was still a fearful light in Old Afu's eyes, he said:

“According to Mr. Merlin’s efficiency in action, if everything is under his control, he will not allow things to get worse to this point.”

"There are several cities on the east and west coasts that are already in chaos, Master."

Ah Fu said softly:

"People say that Gotham is a crime capital, but look at the current situation. In just half a day, Gotham has appeared in every part of the mainland."

"I don't doubt Mr. Merlin's ability, but I doubt he can stop it before things get worse."

"And the masterminds dare to act so arrogantly, is this also proof of Merlin, he?"

"No!"

Bruce said stubbornly:

"He wouldn't die so silently, nor would he run away like a coward."

Batman looked at the screen in front of him, and after a few seconds, he asked:

"The guy I saved"

"He is undergoing treatment, lord."

Ah Fu said softly:

"His thinking is still a little confused. He should be hit by some force and it may take several hours to recover. His will is very firm, just like you."

"He certainly firm."

Bruce said:

"After all, he is a legendary figure."

"drop"

A harsh message sounded on the watch that Bruce had placed at hand. He put the thing in front of him, looked at it, then turned his head and smiled at Afu.

“Merlin is still alive”

"He sent a message."

"Renovate the Batmobile, Ah Fu, I'm going to New York."

—

"Um, um!"

Over the Bronx, several helicopters flew around the city low altitude. The clown grabbed the helicopter's hand with one hand, exposing most of his body to the air.

While making a weird shout, he threw the things in his hand towards the ground.

That thing is like a grenade, but it is not an explosive.

It was thrown to the block on the ground and exploded more than ten meters away from the ground. Balls of green gas spewed out of the jar and spilled everywhere.

It's like poisonous

But it is not poisonous gas.

On the ground, pedestrians on both sides of the street were shrouded in the sudden burst of green gas.

They screamed, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing, and soon ran away madly.

A fragile will hide on the street and shivered.

Some arrogant guys clenched their fists and smashed them towards the person closest to them, under the urge of the poisonous gas.

Chaos, chaos soon broke out on this street.

The crowd ran around like headless flies, but the chaotic range was rapidly expanding as the fear gas was diluted into the air.

It's like a scattered tide.

"You guys, keep sprinkling! Don't stop!"

The clown grabbed the communicator and shouted at the people on the other helicopters:

"Twist all the jars and bring down fires to this angry city."

"What about us? Dear."

The clown girl in a clown costume is sitting in a helicopter like a good girl.

While looking at the city below, she recalled her experience of escaping from the city ten years ago by being frightened and frightened.

Her beautiful face was painted red and blue by those paints. Compared to the clown's irregular smear, the beauty-loving Halle did not destroy the cuteness of her face.

She dressed herself up even more weirdly tempting.

It's like a girl walking on the brink of madness, full of a sense of freedom.

She held a hollow sledgehammer used by circus performers in her hand, and she turned her head to look at the clown, who was holding a big bag.

The bag is filled with fear gas just prepared by Super Crime Scarecrow.

“Where are we going?”

Harley asked.

"Let's go to something more interesting, my dear."

The clown stretched out his finger and stroked Harry's smooth chin, and he whispered:

"Let's go to the headquarters of the Heroes of New York"

"I've been there, I tell you, it's fun, there are a lot of self-righteous heroes, we're there to give them a big surprise!"

"Buzz"

The winter soldier who was flying the plane threw a small black box to the clown, who took it in his hand and said with a bad look on his face:

"Look, look! Those conspirators who are overwhelming are going to give orders again! It's so boring!"

Even though he said so, the clown still put the communicator in his ear.

"Arthur!"

This time, the one who talked to him was no longer the Madam Hydra who contacted him directly, but Pierce himself.

Pierce's voice was already filled with uncovered anger.

"What are you doing! You bastard!"

"Get back!"

"I am just following your orders and performing my duties conscientiously, sir."

The clown said in a very respectful tone:
To be continued...