"I can't fully trust you, so I have to ensure my own safety."
"I'll teach you the basic operation methods for this tank."
Connors learned for the first time that the Batcave had a second underground level, and that an exaggeratedly shaped Bat-Tank was parked there.
Batman lacked a sense of security, so he suggested going to Arkham Asylum with Connors, but only if this tank was also driven there.
"That won't be necessary," Connors said. Seeing Batman immediately become wary, he explained, "I mean driving the tank there is fine, but you don't need to teach me, I know how to drive."
"...Master Batman became even more wary."
After he built this tank, besides himself, even Alfred had to learn it for a long time in training mode.
How did Connors know how?
"I have a special ability that allows me to quickly get the hang of any vehicle," Connors explained with a smile.
Then he started the tank with unusually skilled movements.
The existence of "Driving Grandmaster" allowed him to skillfully master any vehicle!
Although he didn't get to drive the batmobile, driving this highly mechanical Bat-Tank was enough to satisfy his craving.
Thus, Batman was tied to the front of the batmobile, and Connors started a live stream while driving the tank.
The live stream title was "Driving Grandmaster Steals Batman's Vehicle and Defeats Opponent".
Batman was indeed Gotham's top figure. This live stream titled "Defeating Batman" quickly attracted countless people's attention. Through massive shares and views, the news rapidly reached the ears of Joker and others.
What was somewhat unexpected was that while Connors was driving the tank towards Arkham Asylum, Joker and others hadn't arrived yet, but the Gotham Police arrived first.
Three armed helicopters hovered in the air, countless Police cars followed from a distance, and some news media vehicles desperately pushed forward, with large cameras pointed at Batman tied to the front of the Bat-Tank.
"Unmask him! Expose this reckless bastard!" a reporter shouted loudly, but facing the Bat-Tank's massive cannon, no one dared to step forward.
"Anyone who dares to step forward, I'll blast them with a single shot," Connors said from inside the Bat-Tank, transmitting his voice outside through the loudspeaker.
Through the reporters' cameras, the sound reached the ears of countless Gotham citizens.
"A guy who always acts in the dark, wears strange bat-clothing, speaks in a deliberately low voice, and clearly knows Arkham can't hold Joker but always sends him here – I believe, not just in my eyes, but in the eyes of countless Gotham citizens, he is a complete lunatic."
"I possess the world's top driving skills, successfully seized control of this tank, and used it to defeat Batman. Now, under the witness of Gotham citizens, I will also lock him up in Arkham Asylum, ending this dark rule over Gotham."
"Also—Joker, your plan is really useful, and the lines you said were great too."
Harley Quinn, Selina, and Ivy were hiding in the shadows, looking at the batmobile, which was as huge as a moving castle, and said excitedly:
"This is amazing! This is exactly what I wanted to do, loudly proclaiming in front of countless cameras that I am the best villain—no, wait?"
Harley Quinn was halfway through her exclamation when she suddenly felt something was wrong.
Didn't we agree that she would be the one to lock Batman in the asylum?
How could she do that in this situation?
In front of everyone, snatching away what others saw as "trophies" as easily as eating and drinking,
Locking Batman up in Arkham Asylum?
This is too wrong!
Harley Quinn couldn't accept such a seemingly "bestowed" outcome, but she wasn't just a little lunatic,
she was also a criminal psychologist, and she quickly understood:
"Xiao Pa specifically mentioned Joker's plan at the end, indicating he's using Batman as bait to lure Joker?"
"Could it be that when Joker appears, that's my real time to make an entrance?"
When she saw the grass in front of her twisting and growing into a line of text, Harley Quinn knew she hadn't guessed wrong:
"Wait for someone!"
Creak—the gates of Arkham Asylum slowly opened with a harsh sound, and a string of armed guards quickly ran out, afraid that the massive tank would directly ram through the gates and burst in.
But the Bat-Tank slowly stopped after reaching the vicinity of Arkham Asylum's gates. The Arkham guards, the Gotham Police, and the helicopters hovering in the sky dared not make any rash moves.
Since the guy driving this tank inside kept claiming to be a "Driving Grandmaster" and had kidnapped Batman, he must be another new villain appearing in Gotham.
No one could guarantee that after shooting, the other party wouldn't fly into a rage and flatten Arkham Asylum with the tank. "Does it feel bad when your own plan is used by someone else?"
Connors, sitting inside the Bat-Tank, occasionally threw out a bit of trash talk, the target of which was naturally Gotham's Joker.
At this moment, Joker covered his ears with slight irritation, quickly loaded bullets into the magazine, then peeked out from his hiding spot to glance at Batman tied to the front of the Bat-Tank, the smile on his face becoming increasingly exaggerated:
"Whether it's killing Batman or locking him up in Arkham Asylum, this matter can only be completed by me—"
After speaking, he took a strangely shaped bomb from his pocket and threw it out, landing among the Gotham Police.
White smoke instantly enveloped the Police. Words like "Don't shoot" and "Back to back, check surroundings" came from the smoke.
Joker jumped out from his hiding spot, threw a few more bombs from his hand, and put on a gas mask as he did so.
"Laughing gas bomb! Hahaha—Bat-boy, I've come to save you!" Joker rushed into the smoke, laughing loudly.
Then he retreated from the smoke again, turning to look behind him:
"Scarecrow, Riddler, you guys aren't just sitting around waiting for me to rescue Batman so you can enjoy the spoils for free, are you?"
As he spoke, Joker pointed the loaded firearm in his hand at Scarecrow and Riddler.
"Of course not!" Riddler took off the top hat on his head with one hand, bowed towards Joker, then tossed the hat aside and raised his question mark-shaped cane with the other hand, firing a shot into the smoke.
"Bang!"
A bullet shot out from the bottom of the cane, and a scream came from the smoke. But at the same time, there was movement from the direction of the Bat-Tank.
Batman doesn't kill, so his Bat-Tank isn't equipped with lethal weapons, but rather weapons like air cannons and sonic devices.
At this moment, Connors, sitting in the driver's seat, opened the air cannon and fired a shot at the area covered by smoke. The violently surging air quickly dispersed the smoke.
The Gotham Police and Arkham guards standing back-to-back in groups of two or three with their guns breathed a sigh of relief, but then quickly spotted Joker standing not far from them, and one by one, they pointed their guns at him again.
Clatter!
Joker dropped his firearm and raised his hands to indicate surrender:
"I just came to accompany this old friend to prison."
The next moment, Joker rolled on the ground, picked up his firearm again, but before he could shoot, a huge hammer flew from a distance and smashed in front of Joker, scaring Joker into quickly twisting his waist and dodging to the side.
"Harley Quinn?!" Joker exclaimed in an exaggerated tone. He saw Harley Quinn's unique colorful decorations on the wooden mallet.
As the wooden mallet flew over, the Gotham Police's bullets had already poured out, embedding dozens of yellow and orange bullets into the mallet.
And Harley Quinn followed closely, moving with unimaginable agility, making it impossible for the Police to aim. She dodged and weaved, rushing to the side of the wooden mallet and hoisting it onto her shoulder.
"Since Mr. Joker wants to join Batman for some prison food, then I, Harley Quinn, as a warmhearted citizen, am very willing to help you guys out~"
Harley Quinn, facing the Gotham Police and Arkham guards whose gun barrels constantly shifted between her and Joker, announced loudly in a clear voice without a care.
The reporters' cameras were all aimed at Harley Quinn and Joker, who were surrounded. At the same time,
The exit on the Bat-Tank opened with a click, and Connors stepped out.
The Bat-Tank's exit was nearly three or four meters from the ground, which was nothing to Connors. After easily jumping down, he walked towards Joker.
"Dadada—"
Unexpectedly, after seeing Connors walk out of the Bat-Tank, Joker immediately fired a burst of bullets.
The bullets instantly pierced Connors' body, and he fell with an expression of disbelief.
"Xiao—uh." Before Harley Quinn could shout it out, she felt her sole move, and then a line of text appeared on the grass in front of her:
"I'm acting, the rest is up to you."
Scarecrow and Riddler exchanged glances, then tacitly retreated, and retreated further, leaving Joker alone to face the Bat-Tank, armed helicopters, Arkham guards, and Gotham Police.
They were just partners in crime, not good comrades willing to risk their lives for Joker.
Since Batman was destined to be locked up in Arkham today, they could freely carry out their respective plans.
Just before leaving, Scarecrow casually threw the glass bottle filled with liquid "Fear Toxin" towards the field and left with Riddler without looking back.
"Poison Ivy" Ivy intercepted the glass bottle in the air with vines, examined it carefully in her hand, then put it aside indifferently. Seeing Connors appear beside her, she asked curiously:
"How did you do that?"
Got it from eating melons—..—Connors smiled mysteriously.
[Today's Melon: Lethal Toxin]
[Melon Reward: Straw Man]
Because of the large crowd at the Stadium yesterday, this was the melon Connors chose to submit. The reward was a paper substitute similar to a magician's, which could mimic his actions for a period, during which he himself could become briefly invisible.
So what was just shot was just a substitute.
More and more skillfully controlling plants to create a lounge chair, Connors put his arm around "Poison Ivy" Ivy and lay down, preparing to watch Harley Quinn complete the subsequent part of the plan.
It's just that someone's heart wasn't in it.
"Want to get down to business?" Ivy seemed uninterested in the tense standoff in the field, leaning into Connors' ear to ask.
".—Here???" Connors almost doubted if he heard wrong. He reached out and pinched the delicate chin of this Gotham 'yujie' (mature woman), turning it aside. "Selina is still here."
Beside the two, "Catwoman" Selina's eyes were wide open. The excitement in front of Arkham Asylum and around her made her unable to keep up with the 'melon eating' (watching the drama unfold).
"Right, the movements are a bit big—" Ivy slapped away Connors' hand, controlling the plant lounge chair to constantly deform into an awkward shape, then leaned down and parted her red lips.