I, the Clown's Fear

Chapter 22 I, the Clown's Fear

"Jason, Tim, Stephanie, the three of you check the locations where the Master has stayed one by one."

Damian and I infiltrated Wayne Tower to investigate.

Dick is qualified for a leadership position based on his experience and ability.

In multiple parallel universes, Dick has succeeded as Batman.

"Report, I haven't boarded the train yet."

Wearing the Batsuit, Allen naturally wanted to fit into the team.

Dick pondered for a moment, then suggested, "Go ask the clown; the master went out last night to chase after him."

"So, Batman eloped with the Joker."

Allen looked like he suddenly realized something, then clutched his chest and said with a pained expression, "Bruce would rather choose the Joker than me, you've changed."

Damn, I get goosebumps from being here even a second longer.

The five young heroes turned around and went about their own business.

Seeing that the Bat-family members all had vehicles provided by Batman, Allen was so envious he felt like he was going to explode.

Nightwing was driving a multi-purpose armored vehicle, with Damian in the passenger seat.

Tim and Stephanie were riding together on a Batmobile.

Jason owns a cool-looking off-road motorcycle.

As the five young heroes drove out of the Batcave, Allen stood there bewildered in the wind.

"I'm so envious, I want one so badly."

It seems Bruce didn't provide him with a means of transportation.

Allen glanced at Afu, who was tidying up the table, and leaned closer with a sly look: "Butler, do you have a car? You don't want me to walk, do you?"

Ah Fu stopped what he was doing and said frankly, "Master has many carts. I'll open the warehouse for you."

Afu simply pressed a button on the control panel, and a platform rose up from underwater.

On the platform, steel cables secure various vehicles.

"Waaaaah..."

Allen touched the cool-looking Batmobile and exclaimed excitedly, "Knight's Chariot!"

"Yay! Yay! Yay!"

"Dark Night Motorcycle"

This is the happiness of the rich: simple and unpretentious.

"What kind of car do you want?" Afu asked meticulously. "I can unlock it electronically and then install a linked electronic sensor in your glove so you won't have to worry about it being stolen when you go out."

Allen pointed to the lightweight, foldable electric bicycle: "I want this one."

"..."

Afu paused, then asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Why are you shouting so excitedly if you're not going to choose tanks and motorcycles?!

Alan said somewhat awkwardly and shyly, "I don't have a driver's license."

"..."

After a long silence, Afu managed to utter a sentence: "You really are a law-abiding citizen."

……

In a dark, abandoned tunnel.

The Joker and his gang kidnapped the former king of Gotham City's underworld.

"Joker, are you disrupting order and trying to make enemies of everyone?" the gang leader threatened, his face bruised and swollen.

The Joker pointed a revolver at his forehead, grinning menacingly, and said, "I am order."

Bang!

Gunshots echoed through the tunnel.

The Joker put away his revolver and said coldly, "My order is chaos."

At that moment, the white light from the distant tunnel was approaching.

drop by drop...

Shortly after, the horn sounded.

The Joker gang members, who were on high alert, held their guns and stared incredulously at the newcomers.

Batman riding an electric scooter?

That's right, Allen tracked them down here.

Wandering around Gotham City, finding the Joker in hiding won't be easy.

Bruce has a lead from his informant, Chief Gordon, but Allen has his own.

He spent a huge sum of five dollars to find out the clown gang's area of ​​operation from a homeless man.

Although five dollars was a white-collar relief payment, it was the only money Allen had left. He felt a pang of regret for a long time, which made him even more determined to fight crime.

They relentlessly attacked any clown gang member they caught, and after beating hundreds of gang members, they finally found the exact location.

"Joker, you have let this city down."

Allen walked to the electric car, the headlights shining from behind, illuminating his tall, narrow figure.

The criminal's nightmare, Batman makes his appearance.

His entrance certainly intimidated the Joker gang members; he truly seemed like the embodiment of fear.

"Hehehe..."

The Joker responded with a maniacal laugh. He knew Batman was missing and that the person in front of him was just an imposter, so he didn't take him seriously at all.

"Hehehehe..."

Allen's laughter was more eerie, and comparatively more terrifying.

"What are you laughing at?" the clown asked in a deep voice.

"If you laugh, I'll laugh too."

Who says superheroes can't use villainous laughter? Allen just loves to laugh like that.

"Allen?"

"it's me."

It turned out to be a fellow patient visiting. The clown lowered his guard and asked, "Are you sick, dressed like that?"

"Do you have medicine?"

"..."

The clown took a deep breath and realized that the other person's condition was too serious to communicate normally.

He then raised his hand, signaling his men to open fire.

Gunshots and flashes of light mingled in the tunnel.

As the gunfire subsided, the Joker could no longer see Allen, while his men collapsed and passed out on the spot.

A cool touch came over my neck, and a whispered voice sounded in my ear: "You have medicine?"

The clown shuddered in fright and caught a glimpse of Allen pressed against his cheek out of the corner of his eye.

Batman is a normal person, so he's naturally not afraid of the Joker. But the problem is that Alan is a genuine psychopath, and he has no idea what he might do.

"What do you want? I can give you money," the clown pleaded pitifully.

"How much?"

"Pah!" Allen suddenly became solemn and lowered his voice, saying, "Don't even think about using money to tarnish my principles of justice."

"Then why did you contact me?"

The clown felt an urge to cry, fearing that the mentally ill man's sense of justice might overwhelm him and kill him on the spot.

No matter how much he acts up in front of Batman, the premise is that Batman has a no-kill policy.

"That's a good question."

Allen scoffed, "Where have you hidden Batman? He's not answering the phone or replying to texts. Running away won't solve anything."

"I don't know."

The Joker vehemently denied it, saying, "I haven't seen him in a long time."

"You're not going to tell me, are you?"

pat.

Suddenly, Allen pulled out a lighter, lit it in front of the Joker, licked his lips, and threatened, "I love your rebellious attitude. I hope you can stay that way, hehehe..."

"What are you doing? No...no!"

As the flames drew closer, the clown shouted anxiously.

Unfortunately, Allen remained unmoved and continued what he was doing.

A burnt smell then filled his nostrils, and the clown hurriedly shouted, "I'll talk, I'll tell you everything!"

If he doesn't confess soon, all his green hair will be burned off.

Allen stopped the torture of burning down Bright Peak and patiently waited for an answer.

"Not long ago, someone approached me and offered me ten million dollars to guide Batman to the mezzanine between the twelfth and thirteenth floors of the Klin Tower."

pat.

As soon as the clown stopped talking, Allen lit a lighter.

"No, no, no..."

The Joker continued, "My investigation revealed that this person represents the wealthy in Gotham City and has been doing dirty work for them."

Before long, Allen rode his electric bicycle out of the tunnel, completely satisfied.

Meanwhile, the clown inside the tunnel was weeping bitterly, his once iconic green hair now reduced to a layer of charred scalp.

"I already told you, why are you still burning my hair, why...?"

(End of this chapter)