"What do you want to do with Batman here?"
Harley asked the Joker in surprise.
"You know, Harley, I've studied human eyes, not by removing them from Deadman, but by taking some time for scientific research. There are a total of six types of eye movements that can reveal one's inner thoughts, and each type of eye movement has fifteen variations."
The Joker didn't answer her directly, but suddenly started talking about his research on eyes.
"I've seen others, even the toughest guys, their eyes will dilate or contract with their psychological activity."
"Happiness, joy, affection, the pupils will dilate. Anger, fear, hatred, the pupils will contract."
"But he doesn't, Batman doesn't, his pupils never change, always looking at the world with a single expression, a tiny black dot, looking incredibly profound, as if his eyes are filled with deep-seated bitterness towards everything."
The Joker bent down, staring intently into Batman's mask.
He seemed to want to see something from Batman's closed eyes.
"These eyes, staring at you through the darkness, the pupils like tiny black pearls embedded in the eyeballs, no light can penetrate them."
The Joker's tone grew increasingly manic, "It's like a bullet shot at you, as if saying, he is not a mortal. So incredible, my dear, you know, I want to see his gaze, this desire drives me to oppose him."
Harley Quinn rolled her eyes at the Joker's ambiguous words, "You should tell Batman how you feel before he becomes an unconscious guy."
"If you want to enjoy a delicacy, you have to endure the boring and maddening waiting time."
The Joker shifted his gaze from Batman's mask, stood up and said to Harley Quinn, "Sometimes, I wonder what's hidden in his eyes, it makes me scratch my head with curiosity."
"So, I've made a decision now, to 'resurrect' the lovely and profound Batman."
The Joker stated his purpose: he wanted to wake Batman up.
"Surprised?"
He brought his terrifying and blood-stained face close to Harley Quinn, leaning towards her and asking, "Are you surprised?"
"No, I just… can you really do it?"
Harley expressed doubt about whether the Joker could do such a thing.
"Oh, my sweetheart, never doubt me."
The Joker was in a good mood, patting Harley's shoulder.
"Soon you'll see a lively Batman, and he'll definitely thank me. He definitely will, he'll even be so excited he'll kiss my hand."
The Joker lifted his head, looking very proud.
"Just like I kiss you, my sweetheart."
Harley was already crazy, but in front of the Joker, she felt her own madness wasn't enough.
"So, Mr. J, your purpose in having me come here is just to watch you 'resurrect' Batman?"
Harley was clearly not interested in whether Batman lived or died, nor was she interested in waking him up.
Compared to that, she preferred self-amusing pranks.
"Of course not."
The Joker shook his head, his mouth opening wider. He clasped his hands together like a child anticipating something, and said with a somewhat nervous and uneasy tone, "I worked so hard to prepare this celebration, I can't let anyone ruin it."
As he spoke, he turned to face Harley Quinn.
"For this rebirth ceremony, I shed my head and spilled blood—of others, of course, but that's not the point, haha!"
At this point, the Joker laughed maniacally.
"The scene will definitely be spectacular, and I—I'm very much looking forward to it!"
The Joker stopped laughing and said to Harley, "And your purpose is to prevent anyone from stopping me. You know, sweetheart, some jerks are always willing to be unwelcome party poopers. If they mess up the Little Batman's rebirth ceremony, I think I'd be very sad."
"Me, stop them?"
Harley pointed to herself, looking at the Joker with soft eyes.
"Mr. J, you need to know I'm not a metahuman like Superman and Homelander. I can't handle group fights. If they're the enhanced soldiers deployed by Homelander who entered Gotham City, I wouldn't be their match."
"It's okay, sweetheart, I've prepared a lot of good stuff for you, enough for you to knock off the heads of those unwelcome guys."
The Joker, as if by magic, pulled out a submachine gun from somewhere and handed it to Harley.
Harley stared blankly at the submachine gun in her hand.
"Not enough? You greedy Wildcat!"
The Joker smiled at Harley, the skin on his face becoming even more wrinkled.
Blood seeped from the connection between his facial skin and muscles, and Harley even worried that his facial skin would fall off.
The Joker faced Harley with a fake smile, looking unusually terrifying. He pulled out a few grenades from his pocket and handed them to Harley.
"These are big ones, be careful not to get blown up. I don't have time to give you CPR or call an ambulance for you."
"Alright, sweetheart, don't waste any more time here. Go guard the factory gate and don't let anyone in. If someone disturbs my wonderful ceremony, the celebration I worked so hard to prepare will be ruined."
The Joker gestured for Harley to go outside and take on the gatekeeping duty.
"Alright, if you've made up your mind."
Harley shrugged her shoulders, preparing to leave.
Before leaving, she suddenly stopped and curiously asked the Joker, "Dear Mr. J, do you mind telling me how you plan to resurrect Batman?"
"Of course, I'm always willing to satisfy your never-ending curiosity."
The Joker bent down and hoisted the bag containing Batman onto his shoulder.
"Our King is a bit heavy, he needs to lose weight. If he just lies there as a corpse doing nothing, I would have thought he'd get thinner. Sweetheart, come help me carry him."
The Joker struggled a bit carrying Batman on his shoulder alone, so he gestured for Harley to come help him quickly.
Although Harley didn't know the Joker's purpose, she still came over to assist him in carrying Batman onto his shoulder.
"Very good, the first step is complete. Next is the second step, and the most important one."
The Joker, carrying Batman, stumbled forward.
Due to his relatively slender body, he struggled to support Batman's burly physique, making walking very difficult.
He swayed like a drunkard, and Harley even suspected he might accidentally fall off the walkway with Batman's body.
They were on the second floor of the chemical plant, stepping on metal grates, with metal railings on both sides.
Below them was a pool full of chemical liquid.
The entire pool was filled with milky white chemicals, emitting a pungent chemical odor.
Harley knew this was the chemical pool the Joker had fallen into before.
Gordon once said that this chemical pool created the Joker.
The Joker had also pushed himself into this chemical pool, and in a sense, this chemical pool had also created him.
Could the key to Batman's "rebirth" that the Joker spoke of be this very chemical pool?
Harley watched the Joker, carrying Batman's body, stagger forward, and a storm surged in her heart.
If the Joker's intention was what she thought, then this chemical pool would at most make Batman experience the end of the Joker's "bad" day.
It would have no effect whatsoever on waking Batman up!
At this moment, the Joker was unaware of Harley's inner thoughts and continued to walk forward on his own.
When he reached the top of the pungent chemical pool, he leaned against the railing, lifted Batman, and threw his body over the railing directly into the chemical pool.
Bang!
Batman's heavy body crashed into the chemical pool, making a loud noise.
Milky white chemical liquid splashed into the air.
"Splash!"
The splashing liquid flew near the Joker, who immediately took two steps back.
After clapping his hands, he said to the stunned Harley, "Done! Next time I'll have to find two errand boys for this kind of work, I'm a frail person. Although I've carried people before, they were always corpses. I have to say, there's a difference between dead people and half-dead people. Speaking of which, I found two errand boys before, but because they accidentally ruined my treasure while moving things, I ruined those two stupid errand boys too."
The Joker waited until the chemical pool below calmed down, then walked to the railing and looked down.
The chemical pool had become calm, and Batman was slowly sinking.
"Hmm, looks like it worked well, he sank so quickly."
The Joker nodded with satisfaction, a contented expression on his face.
At this moment, Harley didn't know what to say.
Are you sure this is saving Batman, and not killing him?
Falling into this kind of chemical pool while unconscious, even if he didn't drown, drinking a few sips of toxic liquid would directly "kick the bucket," right?!
Harley even suspected at this point whether the Joker's talk of Batman's rebirth was actually about putting him out of his misery.
At this moment, Harley imagined the Joker's true purpose.
She knew the Joker always did things that made it impossible to guess his intentions.
Even she couldn't figure him out.
"My sweetheart!"
The Joker walked over, put his hand on Harley's shoulder, and brought his bright red, grinning mouth close to Harley's face.
"Why are you still here? Did you forget your mission?"
The Joker's face became somewhat unpleasant.
"Or are you saying you're unwilling to follow my arrangements anymore?"
Harley snapped out of her daze and said, "No, I just find it a bit strange, Mr. J, are you really sure this can resurrect Batman?"
"Of course, our King will be reborn, both mentally and physically."
The Joker's eyes emitted a light that could pierce through the night.
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