Chapter 142 (2/2)

The clown began to look around the bat hole for signs of the death knell, behind the scorched brother eye mainframe, under the watcher's chair, and even in his own shoes.

He looked for them all.

It turned out that there was no death knell.

”I can't find you. I'll give up and come out!”

He was so tired and breathless that he couldn't find anyone. He gave up and wanted to come out and tell him how to do it. He liked the game. He wanted to play with bats after learning.

But no one will answer him.

He wandered for a while, and was dismayed to find that the death knell was gone.

”You're gone, and I'm leaving too... Am I really going? Really gone! I took the head with me? ”

As he watched around, only Barry and Diana were still in a coma tied to the pillar, the headless corpse of the laughing bat remained motionless, and the watchers with broken glass stubbles were gagged and could only whine.

There was no other movement in the cave.

”Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, then I'll take it as your acquiescence.”

He raised his laughing head, nodded with satisfaction, and was ready to leave.But as soon as he got to the entrance of the cave, he seemed to think of something again. He turned back and took out a lipstick from his pocket and painted Diana and Barry big smile faces.

Looking at the two unconscious superheroes now turned happy, he laughed and ran away with his head in his arms.

The watcher is relieved. The clown ignores him, the madman...

however, the clown returns again and puts lipstick in his hand.

”Take it, hold it! ”Hee hee...” the clown licked the corner of his mouth, spit out his tongue like a snake, kept picking his chin, and looked at him nervously: ”smile, smile, give me a smile.”

The watcher's mouth is blocked and his whole face is deformed. How can he laugh?

”Why are you so serious? Smile should go deep into your mind! ”

I heard that this man was called a watcher. The clown was not happy again, but he almost forgot the old man because he got the joy of laughing wildly.

After all, Batman is the only one who can monitor him. The ”watcher” is a fake.

As annoying as the laughing bat, even he can't laugh!

The clown grabbed the lipstick and drew a smile on the monitor's brain with lipstick. He was so hard that his brain could not withstand such a great force.

In an instant, it's like adding chili oil to bean curd.

It's a mess.

”Big... Smile, good.”

The clown clapped his hands with satisfaction, and did not know how he could see the smile from the mess of red and white things.

But he was in a better mood, no longer paying attention to the constantly violent convulsion of the watcher, he laughed away, disappeared in the night outside the cave.