Tel-Ror held the Joker by his collar, like a stray cat just pulled from a dumpster.
He floated ten thousand meters high, the biting cold wind making his floral shirt flap loudly.
"Hey, Joker Fish."
Tel-Ror looked down at the man whose makeup was smudged, and asked curiously.
"What do you mean by touching my cousin-in-law?"
The Joker was startled by this sudden address, and instinctively looked down.
The bottomless clouds made his heart skip a beat.
Even for Gotham City's crime lord, being suspended at this height without a parachute made him feel uneasy.
"Ah? Cousin-in-law… Lois… Lois?"
"You're just a normal person, no, you're a lunatic, what were you thinking? To provoke my cousin?" Tel-Ror's tone was full of curiosity.
"What about him is so appealing to you? His handsome face? Or his shapely rear?"
Hearing this, the Joker's madness resurfaced.
He cracked a smile uglier than a cry, the smudged makeup on his pale face looking even more bizarre.
"Hehehe… Hahahahaha!"
"Do I need a reason?"
He laughed maniacally, his voice sharp and piercing.
"I just wanted to see what expression a god on Earth would have when he personally destroys his beloved, personally crushes his unborn child… would it be as interesting as mine!"
"Hahahahaha!"
The smile on Tel-Ror's face vanished.
He frowned and released his hand.
"Ah ah ah ah——"
The Joker's body became a black dot, plummeting straight down.
The wind howled in his ears, and the sensation of weightlessness enveloped him.
The Joker was not afraid of Death; for him, Death was just the beginning of another joke.
"Hahahahahahaha!"
He spread his arms, embracing the earth, laughing wildly, preparing to complete his final performance art.
However, just a second before he was about to kiss the earth and splatter into a puddle of flesh.
A black shadow flashed by.
"Yo, caught him."
Tel-Ror grabbed his ankle again, like scooping up a fish.
The Joker's laughter caught in his throat, and due to being forcefully pulled up, his stomach acid even surged back up.
He coughed violently, but before he could react.
He heard a phrase… "Off you go!"
Tel-Ror kicked him back up to ten thousand meters in the sky.
The speed was so fast that the Joker's brain, deprived of oxygen from the rapid ascent, immediately blacked out and he fainted on the spot.
But he hadn't even had time to enjoy the peace of unconsciousness.
The weightlessness of freefall forcibly dragged him out of his coma again.
He opened his eyes and saw the endless sky once more.
Then he was caught again.
And kicked back up again.
Coma.
Awakening.
Coma again.
Awakening again… Above the suburbs of Gotham City, a surreal scene was playing out.
A black dot was repeatedly kicked high into the sky, then fell freely, like a yo-yo played with by a mischievous child.
The Justice League members, who had rushed over from Kent Farm, happened to witness this scene.
Everyone stopped mid-air, falling into an eerie silence.
"Damn, this guy is playing quite creatively."
Aquaman Arthur, carrying his trident, watched with great interest.
"Should have done this long ago! For scum like him, this is the way to go!"
Under Bruce Wayne's mask, his brows were furrowed into a knot.
He found Tel-Ror's almost abusive behavior extremely inhumane.
Diana's expression was very complex.
She had just experienced the pain of her home being destroyed and hated the creator of this chaos to her core.
Seeing the Joker being tormented like this, a faint, indescribable pleasure welled up deep inside her, but the Amazon teachings made her feel that this approach was not quite right.
Barry Allen shrank his neck and whispered to Cyborg next to him.
"Uh… we're here to help, not to watch a circus, right? This is a bit… too cruel."
Cyborg's red electronic eyes flickered, analyzing the angle and force of Tel-Ror's every kick.
"Physically speaking, he controls it very well, just enough to let the target experience extreme stimulation without directly dying."
On the other side.
Next to the ruins of the chemical plant.
Lois slowly regained consciousness; as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Kara's worried face.
"Kara…"
She struggled to sit up.
"Clark! How is Clark?"
Kara quickly supported her, glancing at the tall figure slowly climbing out of the ruins not far away.
"He's fine, Lois, don't worry."
Kara's voice was gentle.
"You're also safe, and your baby… is also safe."
When she caught Lois in the air, she instinctively used her x-ray vision to check her physical condition.
It was then that she discovered this astonishing secret.
"Baby!"
Lois subconsciously touched her lower abdomen, sighing with relief.
"It's good that everything's alright."
Kara showed a gentle smile, gently patting Lois's back to comfort her.
"So, you're going to tell Clark about this, aren't you?"
At this moment, Clark had recovered most of his strength, and with a flash, he rushed to Lois's front.
His uniform was covered in dust, and there were several scratches on his face, making him look a bit disheveled.
But he didn't care at all.
He stared intently at Lois, somewhat fearful.
"Lois, are you okay? I almost…"
When he heard Kara's words, "You're going to be a father," Clark froze.
His mind went blank.
Anger, fear, ecstasy, shock… countless emotions exploded in his chest.
Because of the Joker's trick, he had almost personally killed the woman he loved most.
And his unborn child.
An unprecedented rage, enough to incinerate an entire planet, ignited from the depths of his heart.
He suddenly turned his head, his crimson eyes gazing at the sky.
Just then.
Tel-Ror had also grown tired of his game.
He carried the Joker, who was now completely limp like mud, and slowly descended with the other members of the Justice League.
"Thud."
The Joker was casually thrown to the ground, frothing at the mouth, his body twitching occasionally, unable to even let out his signature laugh.
He just wanted to lie there now, not wanting to do anything.
Waiting to go back to Arkham with his old friend Batman, to rest. Thinking of this, the Joker let out a weak chuckle.
When everyone learned from Kara that because of the Joker's insane plan, all of Gotham was in chaos, and Clark had almost accidentally killed the pregnant Lois.
The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
Bruce looked at the puddle of mud on the ground, his voice hoarse.
"I'll take him back to Arkham."
This was his bottom line, and Gotham's rule.
He couldn't let anyone, including himself, cross that line.
As soon as he finished speaking.
Tel-Ror smiled.
He took a step forward, stood before Bruce, and looked at Bruce with an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?"
"Huh? What did you say? Send him back?"
He pointed to the Gotham City district still spewing thick smoke in the distance, then pointed to the unconscious Joker on the ground.
"Just because of him, everyone in the city suffered, my cousin almost became a criminal for killing his wife and child, causing such a huge mess."
Tel-Ror walked up to Bruce, sizing up his dark battle suit.
"And then you send him back to that asylum that's like a hotel, where he can come and go as he pleases?"
"Waiting for him to recover, then come out to do something even bigger?"
"I say, Brother Batman, isn't your process… a bit too environmentally friendly?"
"Are you treating catching him as your lifelong career?"