Chapter 343

He felt that the Joker had bewitched Harley Quinn into actively seeking death. The purpose, surely, was to provoke him, or perhaps it was simply to greet him and tell him that he had arrived!

This was something the Joker would do, and he had done it more than once!

Harley Quinn's death made Batman feel very regretful, self-reproachful, and also very angry.

It was he who had killed Harley Quinn!

Although it was an unexpected accident, and although it wasn't his intention, Harley Quinn had indeed been killed by his Batarang.

Manslaughter?

Perhaps.

But he knew that he could have used other methods, or attacked other locations to capture Harley Quinn!

It was just that, in order to save time and be more effective, he had chosen a position that ten out of ten people would choose to dodge.

What he never expected was that Harley Quinn was the eleventh person out of ten!

The sound of an ambulance came from outside the window, getting closer. Batman paused, took a deep look at Harley Quinn's corpse, and then quickly walked toward Barbara Gordon, picked her up, and jumped out the window.

"Shoo—"

The rope swung. Batman grabbed the grapple gun with one hand and held Barbara Gordon with the other, arriving at the ambulance and handing her over to the doctors.

Afterward, Batman retracted the rope and flew up again, preparing to return and dispose of Harley Quinn's corpse.

But—Harley Quinn's corpse was gone!

He could be certain that Harley Quinn had died, which meant someone had been here all along and had taken Harley Quinn's corpse during the time he had gone down.

Who was this person?

The Joker?

Why take Harley Quinn's corpse? Could there be some secret on the corpse?

Batman analyzed while quickly searching the vicinity, but unfortunately, he found nothing unusual.

With no other choice, he could only transmit the news back to the Batcave, letting the other Batman investigate the situation here, while he himself went to Arkham Asylum to find the Joker.

Although he felt that the Joker was certainly no longer at Arkham Asylum, the Joker could do anything, and one couldn't judge him by common sense.

On a rooftop under the night sky, two figures appeared silently.

Looking into the distance, a huge bat gradually moved away and disappeared into the dim buildings.

White sports high heels stepped on the edge of the roof. Harley Quinn, who had originally died from a Batarang piercing her throat, now had no wounds on her neck, not even a trace.

Her beautiful neck was fair and smooth, very charming!

"Did the big bat go to find the Joker? That direction—is it Arkham Asylum? But the Joker isn't there anymore."

Su Quan chuckled: "You just told him the Joker was locked up in Arkham Asylum."

Harley Quinn said seriously: "I lied to him. Who knew he was so simple-minded that he actually believed it? Tee-hee, did you see his expression when I died? It was so interesting; he looked like a dazed goose!"

Su Quan chuckled. Not to mention Batman not expecting it, even he hadn't expected Harley Quinn to be so capable of courting death!

Yes, with the God-Killer Factor, she certainly couldn't die.

But it would hurt—

PS: My condition today is very wrong; I've had a rapid heartbeat, palpitations, and cold sweats. I'm a bit scared, so I'll only update three times today. I'll go to sleep early and adjust my schedule. ===== CHAPTER 345 =====