"If anyone wants to play big and run away without acting, they can, but now the whole Arkham is sealed off. Whether you can run out or not depends on your own abilities. If you can't, then tonight there will only be two outcomes."
"One is to choose a new lead actor, and the other is our great Batman defeating all the villains and locking you back up."
"Of course, I don't think anyone would refuse the opportunity to play games with Batman, right?"
The released prisoners gathered together and cheered.
Holding Batman accountable is politically correct in Arkham.
And everyone enjoys doing so.
"Where is that bat? I can't wait to break his spine again," Bane said, breaking a thick iron gate with one hand, eager to take action.
"Don't worry, folks, I have prepared a gift for everyone, a gift that allows everyone to break Batman's spine," the Joker danced.
"What are we waiting for then? Let's get ready!" a thug spat on his hands and rubbed them together.
"Alright, but I need some tough guys to stay behind and help me block Batman for a while. Of course, if you can directly take care of Batman, that's even better," the Joker chuckled.
Many criminals were impatient, especially those who were confident in their abilities, like Bane and Killer Croc.
Black Mask also followed with a gun he snatched from a guard.
Obviously, he had forgotten what Clearwater had said before.
Soon, the Joker's next plan was revealed to everyone.
Titan formula.
Or rather, an improved version of the Titan formula, manufactured by Bane's attending physician, Dr. Penelope Young.
Originally, this doctor was reverse-engineering the Titan formula to cure Bane's addiction, but accidentally created this stronger Titan II formula.
No need to carry a big canister like Bane, and no need to worry about turning back when the tube is pulled out. Just inject it and gain the powerful strength of Titan.
However, the downside is that it has a greater impact on one's sanity, and the transformed body looks more like a monster than Bane.
"Dear Dr. Young, please tell me, where did you hide that thing?" the Joker smiled at a female doctor in a white coat in the neurology office, performing magic by producing a rose from his sleeve.
"I've thrown all of that away, don't even think about it," Dr. Penelope Young, tied to a chair with a rope, spat at the Joker.
"Oh, really? Are you really willing to give up your hard work? Let me think, you wouldn't have thrown it far away, so you must have hidden it in a place not easily found, right?" the Joker looked around the office but found nothing unusual.
"Um, Mr. Joker, let me check it out? I was a forensic scientist before entering Arkham and know some criminal investigation techniques. Maybe I can find something different," a burly man raised his hand.
The Joker gestured for him to proceed.
The man approached and asked Young a few questions.
Not getting any answers, the man didn't mind and just observed Young's expression, then began a thorough search of the office.
The process was orderly, and even the pink baton hidden in Young's cabinet was found.
Finally, an anomaly was discovered.
It was a painting that revealed a safe behind it.
"I've already flushed the key down the sewer," Young smiled, watching the scene.
"Well... I'll pick the lock, just need a paperclip from his desk," an embarrassed henchman said.
Standing at the door, Clearwater, seemingly a lackey, couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Indeed, Arkham was full of talents.
The man straightened the paperclip, inserted it into the keyhole, moved it up and down a few times, looked at it, then twisted the top of the paperclip and inserted it back in.
With a light turn, the safe was effortlessly opened.
A chill emanated from it.
It was a freezer, neatly storing test tubes containing green liquid.
Titan II venom.
"Ah-ha, I knew you had hidden something here, but why is there only this? You know what I really want," the Joker lifted Young's chin, his eyes gleaming dangerously.
"I've told you, I threw it away, flushed it down the toilet. Maybe it's in the sewer now? But that formula was just a piece of paper, it should be completely destroyed by now," Young's eyes showed fear, but she didn't hesitate to confront the Joker.
"Oh... you really make me unhappy, cutie, but I like you being such a fiery girl," the Joker took out a small knife from his pocket, gesturing towards Young.
"Dear Mr. J, what did you say? I heard that!" a lively female voice came from the walkie-talkie hanging on the Joker's chest, with a jealous tone from Harley Quinn.
"Oh, it's okay, Harley, I just wanted this Dr. Young to hear my story, like... do you know how my mouth became like this? When I was a child, my father came home drunk and abused me, cutting my mouth with broken glass just because my mother refused to give him my school fees to gamble..." the Joker's split mouth had an unknown number of origins, and no one knew which was true or false.
"Poor Mr. J, you've gone through so much."
"The past experiences are truly heartbreaking."
The Joker ignored Harley's words on the intercom and instead put a knife into Dr. Yang's mouth.
"Why so serious, Dr. Yang? Want me to make you as happy as I am forever? Of course, as long as you're willing to give me the formula, we can both be very happy."
"You're dreaming," Dr. Yang mumbled.
"My dear Mr. J, you need to hurry up. Bane, that waste of space, has been locked up again by the Bat, and Batman will soon be coming after you."
In the control room of Arkham Asylum, Harley Quinn propped her legs up on the table, watching the surveillance screens.
"It looks like we need to change the plan."
The Joker coldly drew out a knife.
"Doctor, are you sure only you know the formula?"
"Of course, so as long as I don't tell you, you will never know the formula."
*Bam!*
The Joker pulled out a gun and aimed it at Dr. Yang's head.
"Good, this way Batman won't get the formula, and there won't be a cure made in the short term."