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of course.
He didn't dare locate his father, but someone else did. Ian looked at Batman's device.
The entire bat cave was deserted.
Only the computer screen flickered with an eerie image—a paper-cut image of Injustice Superman, seemingly created using Windows Paint, was flashing incessantly on the screen.
It's so bad it's laughable.
Injustice Superman's mouth opened and closed, repeating the same sentence over and over.
"Do you miss me? Do you miss me? Do you miss me?"
This image made Ian realize why his father and Batman left the Batcave in the middle of the night, but he still wanted to complain that Injustice Superman must have watched too much Sherlock Holmes.
"This is a trick Moriarty used in Sherlock." This TV series doesn't exist in Ian's universe, but it's hard to say about the universe where Injustice Superman lives.
"Alright, the daily crisis has arrived as scheduled. In the Justice League, Ian needs to be present every minute, never absent, so that he can kick the old guys off their positions in the future." Having sorted out the situation, Ian's mimicry armor instantly covered his entire body, a red and black battle suit appeared, and the "CD" logo badge on his chest shone brightly.
Metropolis and Gotham were found to be completely normal.
With a smattering of computer knowledge, he was preparing to use his magical black box to access global surveillance footage to see which country his father and Batman had gone to save the world this time.
Sudden.
A polite knock came from the alloy door of the Batcave, a door that was theoretically impossible for outsiders to find. Batman's undefeated myth of the Batcave's extremely well-hidden hiding place was challenged once again.
"Thump, thump, thump."
A knock on the door suddenly rang out.
"Ian~ my dear Ian~ are you there?"
Then came a sickeningly sweet male voice.
"Your dad is about to be beaten to death again, this time he's really going to die... Um, I'm not asking you to go save your dad, I just want to ask about your schedule."
"Your dad's funeral certainly won't affect your updates, right?"
His voice was filled with worry and anxiety.
obviously.
It's easy to tell from that calm yet crazy statement that the visitor must be Ian's number one fan in the DC universe.
Take a day off
Let's research how to get back to peak form.
Chapter 183 Joker VS Ian! Ian's Rescue!
The ability to identify people by their voices has finally come online.
"It's Joker who can't jungle!"
When it comes to Ian's fanbase, besides Madison, Gotham's Joker is undoubtedly the most prominent. Upon hearing that strange-sounding speech, Ian instinctively uttered a name that was taboo in Gotham.
joker.
That is, the clown.
He is one of the top villains in the DC universe. Compared to another top villain, Darkseid, the Joker may have a lower level of existence, but he possesses a terrifying conceptual ability.
There will always be a Joker in the DC universe. If the old Joker dies, the universe will give birth to a new Joker. That's why no one ever knows the Joker's real name and he doesn't need one.
All people need to know is that he is the Joker, the eternal nightmare of Gotham's Batman. According to Ian, the Joker should be a quantum life form representing an abstract entity in the DC universe.
Don't ask Ian why he likes to use the word "quantum," because he only has a high school education, so of course he believes in the great principle of quantum mechanics when in doubt.
In short, the Joker is a collection of chaos, madness, disorder, evil, and depravity, representing the pure symbol of the inherent evil in human nature. Although he may seem like just a very simple madman, he is intelligent enough to rival Batman, evil enough to tempt Superman to fall, and terrifying enough that nowhere outside Gotham City can contain him.
Even Ian didn't know how to deal with the Joker. Apart from stripping the Joker naked and throwing him into a slum in India, he couldn't think of any legal way to suppress the Joker's arrogance.
How to deal with the Joker?
Ian didn't know.
He doesn't have the time to think about Batman right now.
"Your father looks like he still has about 180 or 190 breaths left."
The clown's voice rang out again.
Ian was immediately shocked—as for why he wasn't shocked, it was mainly because the Joker's words were indeed not an exaggeration; Ian's father was indeed often on the verge of being beaten to death.
Being overly alarmed would make Ian seem hypocritical, while being moderately alarmed would be more in line with his genuine filial piety.
"boom!"
Ian smashed through the alloy door in an instant, still somewhat anxious. Standing outside wasn't some clown with a loudspeaker, but a man in a suit wearing a hood covered in brightly colored stockings.
Layers of stockings—red, green, purple, yellow—formed a twisted, colorful pyramid, almost completely obscuring his face. Through the few gaps, a pair of eyes gleamed with excitement.
He really is a clown.
Those stockings were layered, at least a dozen layers deep, each layer adorned with exaggerated clown makeup. Heaven knows how many figures the clown spends on foundation alone each month.
Aside from Batman, there's really no one in Gotham who can afford to support the Joker.
“Surprise——!”
Just as Ian kicked open the door, the Joker anticipated the explosion and dodged the metal. He sidestepped and then met the attack with his hands, which were already prepared, and slapped Ian hard across the face.
The powder exploded between the two men.
A system notification sounded in Ian's ear.
[Inhaling a mysterious toxic powder, the Savage Tyrant gains +339 experience points.]
[Inhaling a mysterious toxic powder, the Savage Tyrant gains +321 experience points.]
[Inhaling a mysterious toxic powder, the Savage Tyrant gains +322 experience points.]
……
The clown, who rarely showed any kindness towards humans, planned to scare Ian before inhaling the nitrous oxide powder back into his nostrils. However, he discovered that his nose wasn't as functional as Ian's.
Ian's nose is like a water pump. If the Joker didn't have to breathe through his nose in time, he would feel that all the polluted air he had inhaled into his lungs would be taken away by Ian.
"Huhuhu~"
There really was a wind blowing into Ian's nose, mouth, and even his ears and eyes—Ian's specialty was using all seven orifices.
It's not strange at all.
After all, if blood can flow from all seven orifices, it naturally means that air can be inhaled, which is actually very scientific.
"Batman is nothing compared to this pharmaceutical master! You're the uncrowned king of Gotham's chemistry world!" Ian even used a title of respect. He didn't know how sophisticated the Joker's petty technology was, but he respected this technology, which was even more valuable than super-enhancing drugs. Gotham's true pharmaceutical master was indeed the Medicine God, the Joker!
"what?"
Seeing that Ian's expression didn't seem to indicate infection, and that Ian not only didn't collapse but even showed surprise, the clown was slightly taken aback, even with his cultivation level.
"Damn it! I knew the Ian virus was more potent!" He pounded his head in frustration and lingering fear, then smoothly switched his emotions as he saw Ian staring at his face.
"Want to touch my **? I mean, the one around my neck, the twelve-layered surprise headgear I specially prepared for today, to make it look like a turtle's head."
The Joker must have paid attention to Superman in stockings before, knowing that Ian has a special fondness for stockings, but the ridiculously thick foundation on his head made Ian somewhat reluctant to do it.
Mr. Ian only likes all-natural stockings.
"Well, next time for sure, next time for sure, first tell me where my dad is?" Ian is someone who can clearly distinguish between work and life.
He wouldn't let meeting his fans affect his family's happiness.
"Superman, yes, Superman."
The clown's green eyes rolled.
"Actually, I'm really looking forward to seeing the death of Superman—without your family, you'll definitely focus on writing, right?" He licked his lips, which were painted with a smiley face, and asked with a "reasonable" tone.
Even though the Joker felt he was trying his best to imitate the thinking of ordinary, mundane people.
however.
This reasoning, however, still doesn't quite align with the values of a family-oriented hero.
"Boom!"
Ian's knee struck the Joker squarely in the groin.
"Awwwww——"
The clown instantly curled up like a shrimp, his face under the hood of the stocking turned purplish-red, his eyes rolled back, cold sweat poured down his face, and he covered his genitals with both hands, his voice distorted and confused.
"This is unscientific! How...how can it feel so bad?! It doesn't even hurt this much when I hit myself with a hammer! This isn't just pain...it's awful! It feels like my soul has been defiled!"
The clown started rolling around on the ground.
I desperately need an answer.
He wasn't just being coquettish; he was genuinely in pain.
"Because I know pain can't threaten you, I temporarily mutated you and added some pleasure nerves to your testicles. Now you can experience the satisfaction of being in love when you pee, and the warmth of three generations living together when you poop—unless you tell me where my dad is."
"I can even make your breath smell of justice, and from now on you will be a righteous clown, unable to resist helping old ladies cross the street and helping old men pee every day."
As he spoke, Ian took out the note he had just written.
The text contains his modifications to reality after he "wrote the world with his pen." Although Ian's writing skills are not strong enough, he can only modify reality temporarily. However, this ability is extremely effective on the Joker, who is, after all, just an ordinary person, even though he is a very important figure in the DC universe.
Who isn't of paramount importance?
The cost of influencing the clown is far less than the cost of influencing a powerful life form.
"Oh, Ian, who should be locked up in the dark room, you've learned to be wicked at such a young age, you have a bright future ahead of you!" The clown squeezed his legs together and did a somersault on the ground.
"This matter can't be left unresolved without an extra chapter! I will not yield to a junior like you!" The clown always spoke with a dramatic and exaggerated tone.
His emotional manipulation was excessively exaggerated.
"Then I'll add ten more chapters. Stop talking nonsense. If my dad dies, I'll turn evil and become a villain in Gotham, and I'll eliminate you!" Ian keenly sensed the Ian Virus that the other party had mentioned earlier.
This threat might not be very damaging to the Joker, but it was certainly not insignificant either. Ian stared directly at him and said, "Tell me why I can't find my father on Earth."