After hanging up the phone, Barbara breathed a sigh of relief and said to Commissioner Gordon, "I've already found the cell phone signal address."
She found out Joker's hiding place.
Gotham City, Cherry Hill Skating Rink.
The electronic sign above the skating rink flashed bright orange lights.
The lazy light added a touch of charm to the skating rink.
The walls of the venue were covered with various personalized graffiti.
This skating rink, due to its low prices and 24-hour operation, was one of the favorite places for young men and women nearby.
However, at this time, the skating rink's doors were tightly closed.
A sign hanging on the door read, "Private party in progress, no admittance."
"Do you know what I like most about Gotham City?"
"Do you know what I truly love to Death?"
A sharp yet somewhat comical voice came from inside the skating rink.
"It's people!"
Joker, who had been out of sight for a long time, was wearing a light blue gas station work uniform and light yellow linen gloves.
He wrapped his arms around Mrs. Gordon, who was tied to a chair, and said to her with a grin, "Yes, I like the people here, I'm not the kind of person who likes to lie, and thinking about it makes me a little choked up. ♦ ♦ ♪ ♦"
Joker made an excited expression, bringing his somewhat terrified face close to the former Mrs. Gordon, whose mouth was gagged and body tied to a chair.
The reason his face frightened Mrs. Gordon was that it could no longer be called a face.
It would be more accurate to call it "human skin."
Joker had cut off his own face and then used a stapler to stitch it at the seams.
His entire face was pulled full of wrinkles, especially his mouth, which was desperately pulled to both sides, making it look like it was about to burst into laughter at any moment.
Such a terrifying and bloody face would make even an ordinary person feel uncomfortable at a glance, let alone at such close proximity.
Mrs. Gordon could even smell the blood emanating from it.
On the chairs in the surrounding skating rink lounge area, sat several "resting" people.
There was a complete family of three, young couples, and personalized youths with dyed hair.
All these people sat motionless on the chairs, having completely lost their vital signs.
Their mouths were wide open, and their faces were full of terrifying smiles.
Even after Death, these people maintained this terrifying and eerie smile.
"People from other places are not like the people here, the people here are full of vitality."
Joker released his hands from Mrs. Gordon's neck, bent down, and tied the laces of his newly prepared pink roller skates.
He seemed very satisfied with these pink roller skates, examining them carefully for a while.
"Every person's Death is like the blossoming of a small firework. It fills my steps with vitality, and my heart with song."
Joker tried to skate in the skating rink.
He skated with skilled technique while saying to Mrs. Gordon, "Even if I'm melancholic, I miss this feeling."
After skating for a while in the rink, Joker, still not satisfied, walked to Mrs. Gordon, who was tied up, and grabbed her mouth, pulling her terrified and distorted face close to his.
"It's skating time now, Mrs. Gordon, I'm afraid you're a bit of a spoilsport. Generally speaking, I don't like anyone ruining my magical night."
Saying that, he reached behind Mrs. Gordon and grabbed her hands, which were about to break free from the ropes.
Mrs. Gordon's four fingers on her right hand had been severed, and they were bloody and bandaged with hemostatic clips.
Despite this, she still tried to break free from the ropes, but was caught by Joker on the spot.
Joker was about to continue punishing Mrs. Gordon when suddenly the glass door shattered.
With a crash, as the glass splintered, a figure descended from above!
Upon entering, the shadowy figure immediately attacked the Joker Gang members guarding the ice rink.
Fists like lightning struck out at the Joker Gang members.
After knocking down two members with his fists, he advanced again, twisting his body and waist, kicking a Joker Gang member who was about to shoot.
"Ugh!"
The gun in the Joker Gang member's hand was kicked away, and then his body flew horizontally, crashing heavily into the ice rink's Living Area.
Bang, bang, bang!
In a flash, the attacking shadowy figure instantly took down all the Joker Gang members.
"I knew it."
Joker was not surprised by the attacker; he spread his arms and said to the person, "I knew campaigning on your turf would bring you here. This is a great night, isn't it, Commissioner Gordon!"
The person who arrived was indeed Commissioner Gordon, who had used the superhuman serum.
He frowned at Joker. "You're completely finished. I'm arresting you here and now! Retreat!"
"Oh, what a heartbreaking opening! I thought we'd have a good friendship, at least the kind where we'd greet each other when we met. I imagined countless openings, and the result is truly heartbreaking!"
Joker clutched his chest, making a heartbroken expression.
Gordon was not fooled by his appearance; he clearly saw the other's eyes glowing like spider venom.
"Release the hostage you kidnapped!"
Gordon sternly told him.
"Kidnapped? Hostage?"
Joker shook his head. "I didn't kidnap her; I just wanted her to feel what it's like to be cared for. You see, a woman who is ignored and gradually becomes unreasonable, abandoned by everyone, like an unloved puppy. If I hadn't put her here, you, who have no family values, wouldn't even look at her."
Gordon stared at Joker, his teeth itching with hatred.
"To be honest, I also have a considerable understanding of women. Things like, 'I'm only afraid the light and shadow will pass quickly, unwilling to let you be overjoyed,' are all my true experiences. I am someone who understands women and love very well."
"You don't deserve to talk about love!"
"Oh! How hurtful! Commissioner Gordon, if you paid attention, you would realize that I am the only one in this world who can truly show love!"
Joker made an expression of "you don't understand me, I'm so sad," wiping away tears as he spoke:
"Your words are hurtful, but I'm used to it. Every day, my drunken, greasy old dad would grab me by the scruff of my neck and throw me out of the house like a pest. 'Don't think about living off me, you bastard, you need to be self-reliant,' he'd yell at me. So I could only rummage for food in garbage-filled bins. For survival, for scraps, I started to become a bit brutal, but I yearned for love!"
"I want you to come over, all because of love, Commissioner Gordon!"
"Your melodramatic lies are outdated! Enough talk! If you don't release the hostage, you won't leave here unharmed!"
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