The moment Joker's face appeared on Live TV, my face scrunched up to reveal extreme displeasure.
The previously controllable waves of negative emotions all over the city multiplied by nearly a hundred-fold in an instant. This wasn't an exaggeration.
The clown had that much negative effect on this city's citizens.
“We interrupt your regularly scheduled mayhem, to bring you this......... Important announcement”.
He uttered while bringing out a knife with the flick of his wrist. Then, he pushed the camera aside to show six other figures.
“From the Injustice League........ Hahaha haha”.
“We are responsible for the attacks on your cities. If you wish to save them, a ransom of ten billion American dollars is required. Delivery instructions have been sent to the United Nations”.
Count Vertigo stood in the middle of the group.
His face portrayed a clever smirk.
“There is no time limit. But..... The longer your governments wait…".
Those were his last words before the camera was moved back to face the white - faced cameraman.
“The more we get to have our little..... Jollies”. The Clown chuckled madly before going into full-blown laughter.
“Hahaha haha hahaha haha".
His face drew closer to the camera before the connection feed cut off. All that remained was static on the TV screen.
'These Guys never learn, do they?' I thought to myself inwardly.
This part of the plot was all too familiar. Last time I saw the team, it was in Bialya. In the short month that had passed, I had missed a lot of things.
The journey to the Amazon where the Proteges fought against Brain and his Cobra venom enhanced animal army was one of them.
This was the continuation of that episode. The reveal of the Injustice League, where they used plant structures laced with a Cobra venom variant to attack cities all over the world, threatening the United Nations to pay a ransom if they wanted them to stop.
Each and every single one of them played a vital role in this.
The Joker included.
Only........ Joker was supposed to be dead. I made sure of that...... And yet there he was, quite literally laughing at me through the screen.
“Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you kill him?”
The bartender asked me with a curious expression.
“...... Don't look at me like that. The video is all over the web”.
I looked at her with narrowed eyebrows before responding with a shrug.
“Gotham's a dark place”. I pushed the glass away slightly, gesturing for a refill.
“This city is a hellhole. Or to be more precise, has a hole leading to hell in it. Many weird things happen here. The resurrection of the World's Greatest Madman and Mass Murderer isn't unusual, much less impossible”.
Despite my monotone voice, a small smile made its way to my lips.
“But regarding death and rebirth, no one should have more say on the matter than the representative of the concept itself, won't you agree?”
As I expected when I stole the power of the Gods, attention would follow in due time.
And here it was.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
I'm Energy In DC
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