He had resisted, releasing everyone to team up against the fake Batman.
But what was the result? Even together, they were no match for him; his strength was ridiculously immense.
Being shot in the head was nothing to him; he'd stand up and continue fighting in no time. That scene was like a nightmare, as he brutally beat everyone.
Run away? Don't be ridiculous!
The last guy who tried to run was now sitting in a corner, bleeding from his leg, his face pale, his eyes filled with terror and despair, completely scared out of his wits.
At first, Joker was interested in chatting with Deadpool. This guy was the epitome of chaos, and Joker always loved chaos.
He could also extract his origins in the process.
But now, Joker utterly detested this guy; he wasn't chaos, he was just pure obnoxiousness.
"Joker, I'm here to learn and exchange ideas! Everyone says Arkham is full of talent..."
...Joker was expressionless.
"Oh, do you apply powder to your face every day? Recommend some to me..."
...Joker remained silent.
"Speaking of which, where were we in our conversation? Oh, I remember, it was about me rejecting a colonel's recruitment a few years ago..."
...Joker's eyes were already vacant.
"Why don't you laugh? Are you naturally not one to laugh? I'll teach you a way to be happy. First, you need a mirror and a handsome face..."
...I can't take it anymore!
Joker finally lost his patience, snatched the pistol from Deadpool's waist, aimed it at his own chin, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Joker fell onto the bar, finally able to have some peace and quiet.
The surrounding criminals were stunned, as if frozen.
The King of Crime in Gotham, the terrifying Joker, had actually been talked to death by Batman.
"It seems my friend needs to rest for a bit. So, who among you will continue chatting with me?"
Deadpool looked at the surrounding criminals, his nimble fingers spinning in the air, as if carefully selecting the next "lucky one."
"It's you, Riddler. Let's play riddles! You ask, I'll guess."
Deadpool excitedly pointed at Riddler in the corner and said.
...
—
Bludhaven
Early in the morning, Dick Grayson turned on the TV, preparing to catch up on the latest news.
"Gotham's Leg-Breaking Batman is brutal, breaking the legs of thousands of citizens overnight. Now, let's interview them."
The serious voice of the host came from the TV.
...
Dick Grayson disbelievingly rubbed his ears, wondering if he had misheard. Had his usually calm and restrained foster father finally gone insane?
The news camera moved to the hospital, and the so-called innocent citizens appeared one by one on the screen. He recognized most of them.
"Batman is so cruel! I just borrowed some money, and he broke my leg."
This was a burly man with a scarred face, accusing him with tears streaming down his face.
"I was just selling something."
The camera turned to another person; he recognized this one, a drug dealer.
"I was just taking in some unfortunate homeless girls."
Dick Grayson's mouth curled into a cold sneer. He also knew this person; he was a kidnapper, and Dick himself had personally put him away once.
Looking at these wailing figures, Dick Grayson felt a sense of satisfaction.
But soon, he realized something was wrong.
"No, how could so many people's legs be broken in just one night?"
The news camera on the TV shifted, and the host looked at the paper in his hand, his face serious.
"According to statistics, yesterday Gotham saw 100 Leg-Breaking Batmen. Where did they come from, and why did they break the legs of innocent citizens? Gotham News will continue to report to you."
Dick Grayson's expression changed abruptly. 100 Batmen? Bruce, what happened to you?
He picked up the phone and started contacting others; 100 Batmen were not something he could handle alone.
"Did you see today's news?"
—
Batcave
...
Qinuo was also watching the report, his face speechless.
"Hahaha, Leg-Breaking Batman, Qinuo, what were you thinking?" Venom laughed loudly, and Pamela was also giggling beside him.
"I also want to know what you guys were thinking. Why are they all leg-breaking?"
Qinuo looked at the dense crowd of Batmen behind him and asked helplessly.
"Young Master, those guys are too infuriating. Even after being knocked down, they still dared to yell. We saw you break the drone's leg, so..."
"Don't worry, Young Master, we have a sense of proportion. Robbers get one leg broken."
"Drug dealers get two legs."
"Murderers with prior convictions get comminuted leg fractures."
"Kidnappers and rapists get three legs broken."
They spoke one after another, clearly outlining the leg-breaking hierarchy.
"Hahaha... Qinuo, you were the one who started it."
Venom was clutching his stomach, laughing.
"Pfft, I'm sorry, dear."
Pamela tried hard to suppress her laughter, but in the end, she couldn't hold it in, her lips curving slightly into an uncontrollable smile.
"Pamela, just laugh if you want to, don't hold it in and hurt yourself."
Qinuo shook his head helplessly, looking at the joyful scene before him, and he couldn't help but laugh as well.
"Young Master, should we continue breaking legs?"
Frank asked seriously, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
...Break them. I only promised not to kill anyone.
"Qinuo, what's next? Are we going to stay in Gotham fighting criminals?" Venom asked curiously.
"How could that be? I'm not a babysitter. Of course, I'm going to find some fun."
Qinuo's mouth curved upwards; his super hearing could pick up nearby quarrels and discussions from underground.
After instructing Frank to prepare the next arrangements, Qinuo stretched lazily.
"Let's go, we're going shopping."
Qinuo pulled Venom and Pamela. If he had to do everything himself, what would he need subordinates for?
With that, the three figures quickly disappeared from the Batcave's exit.
Meanwhile, in an apartment in Gotham.
A group of people had gathered.
Nightwing: Dick Grayson
Red Robin: Tim Drake
Red Hood: Jason Todd
Oracle: Barbara Gordon
Green Arrow: Oliver Queen
This was everyone he could gather in such a short time; others were either too far away or unreachable.
He had also tried to contact Batman, but there was no response, clearly indicating an unexpected situation.
Every minute of delay put Batman in danger.
"Found it. According to the Batmen's movement routes, they emerged from the Manor."
Barbara pointed the screen at the others. It showed the movement routes of most Batmen from last night, and the intersection of these routes was undoubtedly Wayne Manor.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go eliminate these imitators." Jason Todd said coldly.
"I don't think so, Jason. This is footage of one of those Batmen."
Tim said, displaying the computer screen.
On the screen, Batman was in an intense firefight with a group of gangsters.
The strength to send a person flying with one punch, the speed to dodge bullets like a phantom, and the exquisite martial arts displayed were truly extraordinary.
Seeing this scene, everyone's expressions grew more solemn.