American comics: Today’s big news Chapter 005

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，“”。Are you looking for the wrong person…?

In the comics, every time “Silk” Cindy Moon meets Spider-Man, both of them can’t control their instinctive impulses.

But the problem is, this is Gotham, and Connors isn’t Spider-Man; he just has a spider-sense.

Now, not only has Cindy Moon appeared, but she’s also given him an upside-down kiss.

Aside from being shocked, he didn’t have much of a reaction. Instead, Cindy’s eyes were tightly shut, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

Connors was sharp-eyed and could even see bulges on “Silk’s” red, white, and black battle suit.

He struggled with all his might, only to find that the silk Cindy shot from her fingertips was extremely tough, something he couldn’t break right now.

“If I can’t resist, then I’ll just have to enjoy it…”

Connors sighed inwardly, letting “Silk” Cindy’s hands wander up and down.

…

“If this is a world where Marvel and DC are fused, then I’ll have to seriously consider it.”

“Most of Gotham City’s villains rely on schemes and physical prowess to commit crimes. Presences like Poison Ivy, Killer Croc, and Bane are extremely rare.”

“For now, I don’t need to worry about encountering opponents too strong to contend with. I can treat this as my beginner village and develop for a while.”

“But the current problem is, I already have Harley Quinn, so how should I deal with Cindy Moon, who’s practically throwing herself at me…?”

On the rooftop of a tall building by the street, Connors lay in a hammock woven from silk, with Cindy Moon nestled in his arms, looking like a delicate little bird.

However, just as quickly as she came, she left. Cindy Moon soon got up from beside him, spraying a large amount of silk from one fingertip to wrap her impressive figure.

With her other hand, she tied up her discarded battle suit with silk, then quickly left without looking back.

Pull, pull x heartless?

Connors hadn’t even reacted before Cindy disappeared into the tall building.

By the time he got dressed, his spider-sense, which had been in front of “Silk” Moon, returned, and he finally noticed Harley Quinn climbing up the stairs.

“You didn’t catch that mysterious guy?” Harley Quinn asked blankly, looking at the silk hammock behind Connors.

“No.” Connors said righteously. He indeed hadn’t caught the other party; rather, he was the one who got caught.

“It’s okay,” Harley Quinn pulled out a baseball bat from somewhere and swung it in the air. “I’ve already found out about the Joker…”

The Joker is going to start causing trouble?

Connors’ spirits lifted. He had thought the Joker would behave for a while after coming out, but he didn’t expect him to make a move so soon.

“Do you know what he’s going to do?”

Harley Quinn didn’t answer; instead, she handed him a newspaper.

On the newspaper’s headline, a huge title was prominently displayed:

“Arkham Asylum Patients Stage Mass Escape!”

Among the names listed below were the Joker, Bane, Scarecrow, Penguin…

There was no such plot in the comics. Connors frowned, not worried about how much chaos these people would cause; with Batman around, he could just quietly eat his popcorn.

It’s just that if all these villains were to move, he might not be able to keep up with all the popcorn…

“You said you had information about the Joker. What was it about?” Connors asked.

Harley Quinn pulled a walkie-talkie from behind her shorts. With a press of a button, disjointed voices came out:

“…It’s nothing, Captain, just an idiotic photographer trying to get a scoop…”

“Cuff him and send him to the city. This is not a game.”

After two brief sentences of dialogue, only laughter remained on the other end of the walkie-talkie:

“Looks like you’ve all wasted your efforts, hehehe… Hahahaha! …Gordon… Hahahaha! Help hahahaha!”

Connors’ first reaction was who was calling for help on the walkie-talkie and still sounding so happy. His second reaction was, if what Harley Quinn said was true, and this was information about the Joker, then the conclusion was clear.

—Laughing gas!

Following the faint memories of the related plot in his mind, Connors asked Harley Quinn for a direction, then quickly ran towards it on the rooftop.

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Williams Medical Center.

The place had been bombed with explosives, leaving a large hole in the wall, and bullet casings, firearms, and bodies lay scattered on the ground.

“These guards were killed by the explosion’s shockwave. Before the other guards rushed out of the office, he poured bullets into here with a machine gun…”

“From the survivors, we learned that the culprit should be this Joker.”

“He kicked open the door to the observation ward and threw out a pile of loaded weapons as gifts for joining his new fan club.”

“…”

Batman, in his suit, listened to the description from the only survivor here. Even with the upper half of his face covered by the mask, his expression grew increasingly serious.

“Oh, right, Wa… Batman, I think you should see this.”

Gordon finished speaking and walked towards another part of the medical center. Batman followed closely, and the two stood together by a wall.

Next to the wall was a blood-stained mop, and the words on the wall were clearly written with it:

“One by one, death is near. Fallen city, follow me to the underworld.”

Gordon and Batman stood side by side, their gazes shifting from the blood-written poem to the small words written with a marker next to it:

“—This was done by the Joker.”

And it was accompanied by an arrow pointing to the poem.

The handwriting was exceptionally neat, a completely different style from the poem written in blood as ink.

“Who wrote this?” Batman pointed to the line of small words.

“It appeared suddenly, no one knows who wrote it… Maybe it’s a prank?” Captain Gordon guessed.

Batman said nothing. Whether it was a prank or an accomplice of the Joker, he would do everything he could to catch them.

“Now, not only those guys from Arkham, but also the escapees from Williams Medical Center need to be apprehended…”

Gordon hadn’t finished speaking before Batman had already disappeared from beside him.

From then until dark, and then until almost dawn, Batman traversed every corner of Gotham City. By just before dawn, he had only caught six accomplices who had escaped from Williams Medical Center.

In Wayne Tower, Alfred held the clothes Bruce Wayne had just taken off:

“Can you get some sleep first, Master Wayne?”

“Not today, Alfred, I have a lot to do.” Bruce Wayne said, then walked towards the elevator.

“Just as I thought. I suggest you rest for at least ten minutes before dealing with this tonight… Also, someone anonymously sent an email tonight regarding your opponent, the Joker.”

Bruce stopped in his tracks.

“The email only contained two words: ‘laughing gas’ and ‘reservoir’.”

…

With his spider-sense, Connors easily avoided others’ gazes, playfully wrote a small line of words below the poem written by the Joker, and then, using the anonymous address Harley Quinn had set up, sent an email to Batman.

He certainly wanted to watch the Batman and Joker drama unfold, but he didn’t intend to get too deeply involved. He didn’t want Batman to track him down after dealing with the Joker.

With the words “laughing gas” and “reservoir,” he figured someone as intelligent as the Caped Crusader would surely understand the subsequent developments of the matter.

He left the Joker for Batman to deal with. At this moment, Connors had his own matters to attend to.

—After being tied up by “Silk” Cindy Moon during the day, he was tied up again by Harley Quinn at night.

“Let me guess, you guys used this position back then, didn’t you?”

Harley Quinn plopped down on Connors, and the confined cavity made a “gurgling” sound as something and air entered it.