Although crude, it was indeed a complete puppet, and all the parts were made from Hardy's own body tissues, with extremely high chakra compatibility, making it relatively easy to control.
[Puppet Name]: Wisdom Tooth No. 1
[Comprehensive Parameters]:
Height: 2.3 centimeters
Weight: 4.5 grams
Materials: Bone material, biological keratin, and connective tissue
Power Source: None
Operating Method: Chakra threads
[Puppet Rating]: D-
[Comprehensive Evaluation]: Almost no combat capability, an extremely crude and simple puppet.
This tiny puppet carried Hardy's hope of escaping from Arkham Asylum.
Of course, it was not a simple task to escape with such a weak puppet.
His advantage lay in his abilities as a ninja and a puppeteer, as well as his intelligence.
"It still requires a meticulous plan and more intelligence," Hardy thought to himself. With a flick of his hand, using just five chakra threads from one hand, he easily controlled Wisdom Tooth No. 1 to spring up to the ceiling and crawl through a ventilation duct less than ten centimeters in diameter.
For now, he would hide Wisdom Tooth No. 1 there. Later, he would have to find a sensory ninjutsu he could learn in the village to coordinate with Wisdom Tooth No. 1 to scout the surroundings and find an opportunity.
At that moment, the guards outside seemed to have heard something on their earpieces, quickly unlocking their guns, lining up neatly and pointing towards the entrance of the corridor, on alert.
"What's going on?" the man in the black mask leaned against the bulletproof glass door, peering outside.
In the distance, a faint commotion could be heard from the cell on the other side of the corridor, followed by...
The sound grew louder and louder.
"Ah-ha! Batman, you've arrived!"
"Batman, I'm going to tear you apart!"
"The Joker? He's here too?"
...
Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
The Black Mask excitedly pounded on the glass door.
It was probably because two highly popular guests at Arkham were about to arrive.
"Did you hear that? Puppeteer! Batman! The bat is here! If he can get out, I'll definitely tear him to shreds!"
The Black Mask shouted frantically, looking like a fervent fan of Batman.
Or rather, 99.9% of the patients detained in Arkham were loyal fans of Batman, willing to create all sorts of commotion to catch his attention.
With a slight flicker in his clear eyes, Shinsui pondered if this would be a suitable opportunity.
*Click*
The heavy iron gate swung open, and four heavily armed guards escorted the Joker, who was restrained with handcuffs and ankle chains, lying on a tilted stretcher.
Dressed in deep purple, with exaggerated makeup and a crazy expression.
Following behind him was a tall man dressed as a bat.
"Batman! I'm going to tear you apart!"
The Black Mask continued to pound on the glass door, eyes fixed on Batman, filled with madness.
"Oh, hey! Black Mask, long time no see. I knew you were a loyal fan of the little bat. Look, Batman, you're so popular here, you're just like us, all mental patients. You belong here too, don't you? Oh! There's an empty cell, perfect for you. Are you planning to lock me up in there? I'm actually looking forward to it. Hey, hello, new neighbor, what's your name..."
The Joker wiggled and winked at Shinsui, completely ignoring the array of guns pointed at him.
Batman coldly stared at the Joker as he was pushed into the elevator at the end of the corridor.
Shinsui had witnessed this before; the Riddler had been locked in the deepest, most secure level using the same device.
Batman stopped there because only Arkham staff could proceed further down.
While the Black Mask continued to shout, Batman silently glanced at the Black Mask and Shinsui, finding nothing unusual, and left without a word.
The latter felt something was amiss this time.
The Joker's capture this time was too easy, making him uneasy, so he followed all the way here.
"Director Sharp, take me to the control room. I want to see the Joker being locked in the cell with my own eyes."
After stepping out of the iron gate, Batman spoke into the intercom.
"Stop calling, the bat has already left," Shinsui leaned against the wall, shouting to the Black Mask in the adjacent room.
The Black Mask stopped, but his eyes still lingered on where Batman had disappeared with reluctance.
"If the Joker comes out later, don't stick with him all the time. Find a chance to escape," Shinsui extended his hand, retracting the Batarang.
The opportunity to leave had come.
"What did you say?"
The Black Mask turned around in confusion, looking towards the adjacent room, then his eyes lit up with excitement.
"Arkham can never hold the Joker. Look at how he looks coming here, like he's coming home. When he comes here, there are generally only two possibilities: either he's bored outside and wants to come in to mock us colleagues, or..."
Shinsui shifted his gaze to where Batman had left.
"It's to turn Arkham into a trap, a trap for Batman."
The Black Mask's eyes sparkled even more.
Doesn't this mean there's a chance to get back at Batman?
...
...
Just as Shinsui had anticipated.
A few minutes later, Batman broke through the window of the control room and dashed out.
Gotham City Police Commissioner Frank Boon was an undercover agent who helped Harley Quinn infiltrate the control room of Arkham Asylum, releasing all the inmates.
Including the Joker, Shinsui, and the Black Mask.
And after these Arkham criminals were set free, what would they do?
Of course, they would properly welcome a certain bat who had sent them in.
"Oh, oh, oh, the show is about to begin, little bat. This trap was carefully prepared for you by me, the director. Yet, you jumped right in. I have some surprises for you, but it will take some time to deliver. Before that, don't even think about bringing in any chaos from outside. I've planted twenty bombs outside. If anyone steps onto Arkham Island... you know what will happen."
The Joker's voice quickly echoed through the broadcast.
But in reality, the real Joker wasn't there; it was just Harley Quinn playing a pre-recorded audio on the broadcast.
The actual Joker strolled cheerfully in a certain direction.
Just as Shinsui had said, as soon as he arrived at Arkham, the Joker felt right at home, knowing his way around.
"Listen up, everyone. I've arranged a spectacular show for Batman. Batman is the star, and I'm the director. Tonight, whoever can take down Batman will be the new star."