"But if anyone wants to act like a big shot and refuse to participate, that's fine too. However, Arkham Asylum is completely locked down now. Whether you can escape depends on your own abilities. If not, then tonight there will only be two outcomes."
"One is that a new lead actor will be chosen. The other is that our great male protagonist, Batman, defeats all the villains and locks you all back up again."
"Of course, I don't think anyone would refuse the chance to play a game with the Bat, would they?"
The freed prisoners gathered together, cheering.
Going after Batman in Arkham Asylum was considered politically correct.
And everyone enjoyed doing it.
"Where's that Bat? I can't wait to break his spine again."
Bane, with one hand, snapped a thick iron door, eager for a fight.
"No need to rush, buddy. I've got a gift for everyone, a gift that will let everyone break the Bat's spine."
Joker gesticulated wildly.
"What are we waiting for then? Let's get to it!"
Black Mask spat on his hands twice, rubbing them together in anticipation.
"Alright, but I need some tough guys to stay behind and help me hold off Batman for a bit. Of course, it'd be even better if you could just get rid of Batman directly."
Joker cackled.
Many criminals were already impatient, especially those confident in their own strength.
Such as Bane, Killer Croc, and others.
Black Mask also followed, carrying a gun he'd snatched from a guard.
Clearly, he had forgotten what Qingshui had said earlier.
Soon, Joker's next plan was revealed to everyone.
The Titan formula.
Or rather, an improved version of the Titan formula, created by Bane's attending physician, Pennyrou Yang.
This doctor was originally trying to reverse-engineer the Titan formula to cure Bane's addiction, but she accidentally created this stronger Titan II Venom.
Unlike Bane, who had to carry a large tank and would revert to normal if the tube was disconnected, this only required an injection to gain Titan-like strength.
However, the downside was a greater impact on sanity, and the transformed body would look even more monstrous than Bane's.
"Dear Dr. Yang, please tell me, where have you hidden that thing?"
Inside the office of the chief neurologist, Joker smiled at a female doctor in a white coat, magically snapping his fingers and producing a rose from his sleeve.
"I've already thrown all that stuff away. Don't even think about it."
Pennyrou Yang, tied to a chair with rope, spat at Joker.
"Oh, really? Would you truly discard all your hard work? Let me think, you probably didn't have a chance to throw it very far, so you must have discarded it in some inconspicuous corner, right?"
Joker glanced around the office but found nothing out of the ordinary.
"Um, Mr. Joker, how about I take a look? I was a forensic scientist before coming to Arkham Asylum, and I know about criminal investigation. Perhaps I can find something different."
A burly man raised his hand.
Joker gestured for him to proceed.
The burly man stepped forward and asked Yang a few questions.
He received no answer, but the burly man didn't mind. He simply observed Yang's expression, then led his men in a thorough search of the office.
The entire process was orderly and systematic; they even found Dr. Yang's pink long vibrator hidden in the cabinet.
In the end, they indeed found something unusual.
It was a painting, and behind it was a safe.
"I flushed the key down the sewer a long time ago."
Dr. Yang smiled, watching the scene unfold.
"Um... I can pick locks. All I need is a paperclip from his desk."
A follower said sheepishly.
Standing by the door like a minion, Qingshui couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
As expected of Arkham Asylum, full of talented people.
The guy straightened the paperclip, inserted it into the keyhole, wiggled it up and down a few times, took it out for a look, then twisted the shape of the paperclip's tip with a few clicks before reinserting it.
With a gentle turn, the safe easily opened.
A blast of cold air emanated from it.
It was a freezer, neatly filled with test tubes containing green liquid.
Titan II Venom.
"Aha, I knew you were hiding good stuff in here, but why only this much? You know what I want most."
Joker lifted Dr. Yang's chin, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"I told you, I threw it away, flushed it down the toilet. Maybe it's in the sewers? But that formula was just a piece of paper, it should be completely destroyed by now."
Fear flickered in Dr. Yang's eyes, but she retorted to Joker without hesitation.
"Oh… you really displease me, little darling, but I do like a feisty broad like you."
Joker pulled a small knife from his pocket and gestured with it towards Dr. Yang.
"My dear Mr. J, what did you say? I heard that, you know~"
A lively female voice chimed from the walkie-talkie hanging from Joker's chest. It was Harley Quinn, sounding jealous.
"Oh, it's nothing, Harley. I just wanted to tell Dr. Yang here a story, for example… do you know how my mouth got like this? When I was a child, my father would come home drunk and abuse me. He used a broken bottle shard to cut my mouth, just because my mother wouldn't give him my tuition money to gamble…"
Qingshui, standing by the door, couldn't help but curl his lip.
There were countless origins for Joker's split mouth. No one knew which one was real and which was fake.
"Poor Mr. J, your past experiences are truly heartbreaking."
Joker ignored Harley's words from the walkie-talkie and instead inserted the knife into Dr. Yang's mouth.
"Why so serious, Dr. Yang? Want me to make you just like me, happy forever? Of course, if you're willing to give me the formula, we can also be very happy."
"You're dreaming."
Dr. Yang mumbled.
"My dear Mr. J, you two better hurry. That useless Bane has been locked back in his cage by Batman again. Batman will be chasing after you soon."
In the control room of Arkham Asylum, Harley Quinn propped her legs on the table, watching the monitor screen.
"Looks like the plan needs to change."
Joker coldly pulled out the knife.
"Doctor, are you sure only you know the formula?"
"Of course, so as long as I don't tell you, you'll never know it."
*Bang!*
Joker pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger, aiming at Dr. Yang's head.
"Good, this way Batman won't get the formula either, and he won't be able to make an antidote for a while."
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