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Chapter 42 Accompany you to jail time
🕑 Added 2025-10-12 14:48:18 +0000 UTC“I can't quite trust you, so I've got to make sure I'm safe.”
“I will teach you the basic operation methods of this tank.”
It was also the first time Connors knew that the Batcave had a second underground floor and that an over-the-top Bat-tank was parked here. Batman was insecure and offered to make the trip to Arkham Asylum with Connors, but he needed to drive the tank over as well.
“That’s not necessary,” Connors said. Seeing Batman immediately become alert, he explained, “I mean, it's okay to drive the tank over, but I don't need you to teach me. I'll drive.”
“…” Batman was even more vigilant. After he had built this tank, even Alfred had to learn it in training mode for a long time. No one knew how to operate it except for himself. How could Connors do it?
“I have a special ability to quickly get started with any vehicle,” Connors laughed and explained, then activated the tank with unusually skilled motions. The existence of “Driving Master” allowed him to master any vehicle proficiently! Although he hadn't driven the Batmobile, this mechanical Bat-tank was enough for him.
So, Batman was tied to the front end of the tank, and Connors started the stream while driving. The livestream title was: “Grandmaster Steals Batman’s Tank, Takes Him Hostage.”
Batman was worthy of being the top star of Gotham. This live broadcast, with its provocative title, quickly attracted the attention of countless people. Through a large number of retweets and broadcasts, the news quickly reached the ears of the Joker and others. It was only somewhat unexpected that the Joker and the others had not yet arrived, but the Gotham police arrived first, as Connors was on his way in his tank towards Arkham Asylum.
Three helicopter gunships circled through the air, with an unknown number of police cars following far behind. Some news media vehicles even drilled forward desperately, their huge cameras aimed at Batman, who was tied to the front of the Bat-tank.
“Unmask him! Let this do-it-yourself bastard come to light!” a reporter shouted, but no one dared to step forward without permission in the face of the tank's huge barrel.
“Who dares to step forward, I’ll bombard him,” Connors sat inside the Bat-tank and sent his voice outside through a megaphone. Passing through the cameras of the reporters, the sound reached the ears of countless Gotham citizens.
“A guy who always acts in the dark, wears a strange bat coat, speaks in a deliberately deep voice, and knows that Arkham cannot shut down the Joker, but always sends him here. I believe that not only in my eyes, but in the eyes of countless Gotham citizens, this is a complete madman.”
“I have the best driving skills in the world. I successfully seized control of this tank and used it to defeat Batman. Now, in the presence of all Gotham citizens, I want to imprison him in Arkham Asylum and let Gotham end this dark rule.”
“Also… Joker, your plan is so easy to use, and the lines you said are also great.”
Harley Quinn, Selina, and Ivy hid in the dark, looked at the huge Bat-tank that looked like a moving castle, and said excitedly, “Awesome—that’s what I wanted to do, loudly proclaiming myself the best badass in front of countless cameras… eh, no, wait?”
Harley Quinn, halfway through admiring it, suddenly felt something was wrong. Didn't he say it was up to me to put Batman in the asylum? How can I do it now, in this situation? Taking the loot in full view of everyone, as easily as eating and drinking, and putting Batman in Arkham Asylum? That’s not right!
Harley could not accept such a “given” outcome, but she was not just a little lunatic but a criminal psychologist, and she quickly understood. “He finally specifically mentioned the Joker's plan, which means he's using Batman as bait to attract the Joker?”
“Could it be that waiting until the clown appears is the time for me to actually appear?” When she saw the grass in front of her twist and grow into a single word, Harley Quinn knew that she had guessed correctly: “WAIT.”
Crunch—
The door of Arkham Asylum slowly opened with a harsh sound, and a series of armed guards ran out quickly, fearing that the huge tank would crash directly through the door. But the Bat-tank came to a slow stop just after it reached the gates. Arkham's guards, Gotham's cops, the helicopters hovering in the sky—nobody dared to act rashly. Since the guy driving this tank kept saying that he was “the Driving Master” and had kidnapped Batman, he must be Gotham's new villain. No one could guarantee that after shooting, the other party wouldn't be furious and run over Arkham Asylum in the tank.
“Isn’t it uncomfortable to have your own plan taken advantage of by others?” From time to time, Connors, who was sitting inside the Bat-tank, threw out a trash word or two, naturally addressed to Gotham's Joker.
The Joker at this point, slightly irritable, covered his ear and quickly pressed bullets into a magazine with his hand. He then peeked from his hideout, glancing at Batman tied to the front of the tank, an increasingly exaggerated smile on his face. “Whether it's killing Batman or putting him in Arkham Asylum, this can only be done by me—”
After saying that, he took a strangely shaped bomb from his coat and threw it out, landing between the Gotham police. White smoke instantly enveloped the officers.
The Joker jumped out of his hideout, dropped several more bombs, and conveniently put on a gas mask. “Laughing bomb! Hahaha—Batboy, I'm here to save you!” The clown burst into the smoke, laughing. Then he stepped out of the smoke again and turned to look behind him.
“Scarecrow, Riddler, are you waiting for me to rescue Batman just to enjoy the results in vain?” As he spoke, the Joker pointed the loaded firearm in his hand at them.
“Certainly not!” With one hand, the Riddler removed the top hat from his head, bent over, and bowed at the clown. Then he took the question-mark-shaped crutch with the other hand and fired a shot into the smoke.
“Bang!” A scream came out from the smoke, but at the same time, there was movement in that direction from the Bat-tank. Batman did not kill, so his tank was not equipped with destructive weapons but was equipped with weapons such as air cannons and sound waves.
Connors, who was sitting in the cab, turned on the air cannon and aimed it at the area shrouded in smoke. With one shot, the violent surge of air drove away the smoke quickly. The Gotham police and Arkham guards, armed and back-to-back, were relieved, but soon found the villains standing not far from them, pointing their guns.
Patter!
The Joker dropped his firearm and raised his hands in surrender. “I just came over to go to jail with this old friend.” The next moment, the Joker rolled on the spot and picked up his firearm again, but before he could fire, a huge hammer flew over from a distance and slammed into the ground in front of him, frightening the Joker into quickly twisting his waist and hiding aside.
“Harley—Quinn?!” the Joker shouted in an exaggerated tone. He saw on the mallet Harley Quinn's distinctive colorful decor. By the time the mallet had flown in, the Gotham cops' bullets were pouring out, with a dozen yellow-orange bullets embedded in the mallet.
Harley Quinn followed, moving with unimaginable agility, so that the officers could not aim at her at all, allowing her to rush to the side of the mallet and lift it up onto her shoulder. “Since Mr. Clown wants to accompany Batman to jail, then I, Harley Quinn, as an enthusiastic citizen, am very willing to help you~” Harley faced the police and guards who were constantly pointing their guns at her and the Joker, but did not care, declaring loudly in her crisp voice.
The reporters' cameras were all aimed at Harley and the Joker. Meanwhile, the exit on the Bat-tank snapped open, and Connors walked out of it. The exit was nearly three or four meters above the ground, which was nothing to Connors. After an easy leap, he walked towards the Joker.
“Da-da-da…” Unexpectedly, after the Joker saw Connors walking out of the Bat-tank, he directly fired a series of bullets. The bullets suddenly penetrated Connors's body before he collapsed with an unbelievable expression.
“R-…” Before Harley Quinn could shout, she noticed the soles of her feet moving, and then a line appeared on the grass in front of her: “I'm acting. I'll leave it to you later.”
The Scarecrow and the Riddler glanced at each other, then backed off in tacit agreement, leaving the Joker alone to face the Bat-tank, the gunship, the Arkham guards, and the Gotham police. They were just partners, not good comrades who would die for the clown. Now that Batman was destined to be locked up in Arkham today, they could unleash their respective schemes. Just before leaving, Scarecrow conveniently threw a glass bottle filled with liquid “fear gas” towards the field and left without looking back with the Riddler.
“Poison Ivy” Ivy intercepted the glass bottle in the air with vines, took it carefully in her hand, and then put it aside, bored. Seeing Connors appear next to her, she said curiously, “How did you do it?”
“Eat melons,” Connors smiled mysteriously.
[Eat Melon Today: Deadly Toxin] [Reward for eating melons: Grass Decoy]
Due to the large number of people at the stadium yesterday, it was this melon that Connors had chosen to submit. The reward was a stand-in similar to a magician's paper figure that could imitate his actions for a period of time, during which he was able to become invisible for a short time. So it was just a stand-in who had been shot.
Ivy skillfully manipulated plants to create a deck chair. Connors lay down with “Poison Ivy” in his arms, ready to watch Harley Quinn finish the subsequent part of the plan. It’s just that someone's heart wasn't here.
“Do you want to do business?” Ivy, seemingly uninterested in the tense standoff in the field, approached Connors and asked.
“…Here???” Connors, almost suspecting he had heard wrong, reached for the Gotham queen’s delicate chin and turned her face aside. “Selina is still there.”
Next to the two, “Catwoman” Selina's eyes were wide open. The excitement in front of and around Arkham Asylum left her overwhelmed with melons to eat.
“Yes, the movement might be a bit big…” Ivy slapped Connors's hand away, controlled the plant deck chair to continuously deform into an awkward shape, then leaned down and opened her red lips.
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