The ancient and eerie building of Arkham Asylum stood on the city's edge.
Thick fog enveloped the surroundings, and a chilling wind howled, as if carrying strange whispers.
The Asylum's main gate was tightly shut, with rust-covered iron bars overgrown with vines, like a series of confining shackles.
Along the perimeter wall, dim streetlights were placed at intervals, their light appearing hazy and faint in the thick fog, only adding to the eerie atmosphere.
Inside Arkham.
On a makeshift stage made of dilapidated tables, the Joker and Batman, dressed in poor quality costumes, were beating each other.
The Joker's makeup was exaggerated and twisted, his movements comical yet tinged with madness.
Batman's costume was crude and ill-fitting, his fighting moves stiff and awkward.
"Joker, when are we getting out?"
The Mad Hatter impatiently shouted, he and the Riddler were already tired of this boring play.
However, only the Joker watched this scene, laughing incessantly, his laughter sharp and piercing, echoing throughout the room, as if all of this was the most interesting performance in the World to him.
The Joker suddenly stopped, tilting his head to look at the Mad Hatter, his exaggerated big red lips stretched to his ears, a mouthful of crooked, yellow teeth glinting in the dimness.
"Getting out? Hahahaha..."
The Joker's laughter seemed to make the cell walls tremble.
"My dear Mad Hatter, aren't we already 'out' here! Look around, this stage, this play, it's much more interesting than the Gotham streets outside!"
With that, he grabbed the collar of the "Batman" costume in front of him and shook it vigorously, the cheap fabric rustling.
Then, the Joker hopped to the edge of the table, standing on one foot, teetering, yet completely engrossed, winking at the Mad Hatter.
"As for the time, when this play truly reaches its climax! When Batman is pushed to the brink of collapse and cries, discarding his ridiculous moral principles.
Or when those idiotic police officers and Nurses outside are scared out of their wits and open the doors for us, then we'll swagger out and give Gotham a carnival it will never forget!"
After the Joker finished speaking, he threw his head back and burst into another fit of wild laughter, echoing through the chaotic Arkham.
"You've made arrangements outside, when are you getting us out?" the Mad Hatter asked eagerly.
"Who knows? Maybe in the very next second. Hahaha..."
The Joker laughed wildly, his laughter echoing in the empty room.
Boom—
A sound of an explosion interrupted the Joker's laughter, the immense noise was deafening, attracting everyone in Arkham.
"It's here, Joker, you're amazing."
The Riddler's face showed an expression of wild joy.
The Joker, however, looked puzzled; his plan was supposed to be five days later, and this sudden explosion was completely unexpected.
All the guards rushed towards the direction of the explosion, and upon seeing who it was.
"Batman?"
It should be noted that more than half of the people in Arkham were sent there by Batman.
Deadpool patted the dust off himself, and upon hearing someone call his name, he flashed a charming smile.
"That's right, I'm Batman, I knocked but no one answered, so I opened it myself. I'm here this time for an exchange and learning experience with Arkham. They say Gotham is a land of outstanding people, especially the Joker, I..."
The guards silently pulled out their stun batons.
"Fake, catch him."
Deadpool's smile quickly froze.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's fake? This is genuine Batman authorization, and this suit is the coolest one in the armory, unlike others who are knock-offs."
No matter how much inventory Batman had, he couldn't have a hundred suits; everyone else bought theirs from stores.
Deadpool sighed helplessly, looking at the guards rushing towards him, and said to the camera that appeared from nowhere:
"Originally, this chapter was called (Batman vs. Arkham Graduates), but now it's changed to (Batman vs. Arkham)"
With that, Deadpool's eyes sharpened, and he swiftly snatched the stun baton that was thrust at him, and thrust it back.
The moment the stun baton touched the guard's body, electricity crackled, and the guard convulsed in pain and fell to the ground.
Deadpool's figure was like a ghost, instantly losing the lazy, bantering demeanor he had just moments ago.
He wielded the stolen stun baton with fierce precision, jabbing it at the surrounding guards.
One guard bravely swung his stun baton at Deadpool's head, but Deadpool tilted his head, easily dodging it, and then used his elbow to strike the guard's armpit. As the guard bent over in pain, Deadpool kicked him in the abdomen, sending the guard flying backward, knocking down two people behind him.
He then lunged forward, pressing the stun baton against the fallen guard, and electricity crackled out, causing the guards to convulse, their eyes rolling back, instantly losing their ability to resist.
A few cunning guards tried to sneak up behind Deadpool, but it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head; he swung the stun baton backward with a 'smack,' hitting the attacker's nose bridge, blood splattered, and the person cried out, clutching his face.
Deadpool then turned, bent, and spun, a fluid set of movements, the stun baton continuously hitting its targets, and the struck guards fell to the ground, twitching and groaning in pain.
Another wave of reinforcement guards, armed with guns, rushed from the end of the corridor.
Another wave of reinforcement guards, armed with guns, rushed from the end of the corridor.
"Ready? This is a classic shot."
Deadpool threw away the stun baton in his hand, about to pull out the steel sword from his back.
Hmm?
One hand suddenly got tangled in the cape, unable to pull it out.
"Fuck!"
Bang bang bang!
The guards opposite wouldn't give him a chance and opened fire directly.
Clang clang clang!
Deadpool wielded his steel sword with one hand, blocking many bullets, sparks of metal collision flying everywhere.
But still, many bullets penetrated his body.
The guards at the end of the corridor breathed a sigh of relief; this fake Batman was also very strong in combat.
Several of them approached Deadpool, ready to collect his body.
"Surprise!"
Deadpool suddenly lifted his head, a flash of sword light in the dim corridor, and all the surrounding guards fell to the ground.
"He's not dead! Shoot him quickly."
No sooner had a guard's words fallen than Deadpool appeared before him, raising the back of his sword.
Bang bang bang
Clang clang clang—
This time Deadpool blocked all of them and charged towards the armed guards.
Some guards turned in fear and ran, their footsteps echoing in the corridor, followed by their companions' terrified shouts.
The guards who ran back in terror were pale, trembling like a sieve, and they shouted incoherently: "Run! Batman is here to save the Joker!"
Batman is here to save the Joker?
What an obscure line.
The Mad Hatter and the Riddler looked at the Joker beside them in surprise.
"Is this also part of your plan, having Batman save you?"
How could that be?
Although he had always wanted to expose Batman's dark side, no plan could possibly involve Batman saving him.
The Joker stared intently at the figure emerging from the Shadows, his eyes unblinking, his exaggerated makeup unable to conceal his current confusion.
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