Chapter 3902

Gordon and Schiller sat in the Joker's car in silence. Gordon really didn't know what to say. The fact that the Joker chose to help wasn't surprising; after all, this electronic lifeform was diligently finding trouble for Batman, purely a third party intervening. It would be strange if the Joker didn't hate it.

However, the fact that the Joker could drive a truck, and could drive a truck steadily under such circumstances, did indeed overturn Gordon's stereotypical impression of this madman.

Gordon had never been interested in the mental world of mental patients, so he just thought the Joker was a mental patient. And in his impression, mental patients had no self-care ability, and every day besides going crazy and attacking others, they were just babbling nonsense there.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that the Joker didn't seem to be a patient. Because driving, besides needing you to be clear-headed, also requires hand-eye coordination. And driving such a large truck in a strong wind and rain wasn't that easy either; there were several times when the crosswind blowing from one side of the road almost made the car lose control, but the Joker could adjust the car back very quickly every time, which proved his driving skills were quite good. When being a truck driver, he was not only serious but also excellent.

Although this truck had some special features, the current environment was even worse, so if he drove an ordinary truck normally, the Joker should also be able to drive it well. So why on earth didn't he go drive a truck?

Gordon originally thought he was completely crazy, which is why he had to go against Batman, but now it doesn't look like it. He also couldn't help but think, if it wasn't because the Joker was mentally ill, then why on earth didn't he go live a stable life and had to find trouble for Batman?

The car soon drove to the highway entrance. The Flash was also hiding under a billboard, blown into a silly dog by the strong wind and rain. Seeing someone coming to pick him up, he was quite happy, but he couldn't laugh the moment he stepped onto the car and saw the driver.

"You you you you you..."

Before The Flash could finish, he turned his head and saw Schiller sitting in the back, so he let out a sigh of relief. Gordon really didn't know which sigh of relief he was letting out.

Fortunately, they arrived at the hospital without any danger. The running wheel was placed in the utility room on the top floor of the hospital. The moment The Flash walked in, he let out an exclamation: "Wow, this running wheel is indeed quite beautiful; Batman didn't lie to me."

Although it's called a running wheel, it's actually like an oversized treadmill. The bottom is flat, the top has a translucent cover, and a bunch of pipes around it are connected to a hemispherical energy conversion device, seemingly used to collect Speed Force and store it.

The overall appearance is a bright silver metal material, with beautiful streamlined curves, looking like the kind of equipment that would only appear in sci-fi movies. It is indeed quite beautiful and very much in line with The Flash's aesthetics.

Red Robin assembled the machine according to the user manual left by Batman. The Flash warmed up and went on the treadmill to test it. Accompanied by him running, golden light flickered in the cover, and the converter next to it lit up immediately; with a "whoosh," the originally dim room saw light again.

All the police and medical staff cheered, and they ran out to restart the surgery. Gordon also let out a sigh of relief and then asked Red Robin: "Did you pull the wire?"

Red Robin shook his head and said: "No, I also felt your plan was good, so I wanted to try it first, so I didn't pull the wire out."

"Then is it possible..."

"I'm afraid it's very hard," Schiller spoke up. "The moment the Batcave was opened, the electronic lifeform should have already entered. Now it depends on how long it needs to completely crack the equipment in the Batcave, and what it intends to do with those pieces of equipment."

"By the way," Schiller said as if he suddenly remembered, turning his head to look at the Joker, "did it contact you?"

"Who are you talking about?" the Joker, who was wiping the rain off his head with a towel, asked. "Oh, that ghost? It sent me an email, said a bunch of mystical things; I saw it was simply crazy, so I blacklisted it."

Gordon on the side simply didn't know how to evaluate it. Why was the Joker so normal when Batman wasn't there? And he actually righteously accused others of being crazy; is this reasonable?

"Indeed, if you can't track any information, blacklisting is the best choice, but I feel it definitely didn't just send information to you alone. I guess the Riddler might have been tricked."

The Joker's eyebrows twisted together, and he said: "The Riddler? I'm afraid it's not just him; there are plenty of idiots in Arkham Asylum. Killer Croc can't use a phone, Clayface's IQ is too low, Harley has already forgotten her 12th email password, Harvey's mailbox is full of work emails; I'm afraid Hugo and Tetch will also choose to cooperate with that guy."

"What I care about is why it chose Penguin's person again. The person who died in the police station was just bought off by the Penguin recently, costing him quite a bit of money, and I'm afraid he also brought in a subordinate. Dying so quickly again, the Penguin will definitely be very angry."

"It naturally wants to anger the Penguin, because the Penguin controls Cat Getan's upper society; if he goes crazy, Cat Getan will be in chaos faster, and Batman won't be able to go do any defense network." The Joker's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Schiller didn't continue to say anything; the Joker definitely knew what to do. Sure enough, not long after, Gordon received a report from an informant: the Penguin had been kidnapped by the Joker.

Because the outside was flooded, it was very hard to go back without a truck, so they were still lingering in the hospital. Gordon and Schiller were both staying in the lounge on the top floor. Gordon was very surprised when he received the call.

"What did you say? The Penguin is asking me for help? I don't even know when Batman's surname became Gordon... Yes, I am the Police Commissioner; this is my responsibility, but how do I save him? I can't even swim!"

"It's not that I won't save him; I can't even protect myself now, let alone the fact that the one who kidnapped him is the Joker. If I could deal with the Joker, I wouldn't need Batman. Moreover, he now has a truck that comes and goes freely, so it's even harder to catch him. Just let him wait; perhaps Batman will be back soon."

Gordon didn't say much and hung up the phone directly. But just as he looked at his phone, his pupils shrank, and he stood up from the sofa with a "swoosh."

Schiller turned to look at him, and Gordon said: "Tim was attacked; I have to go save him!"

"Wait," Schiller hurriedly called him back and then said: "Are you sure it was Tim who sent you the text message?"

Gordon paused his steps and then said: "Text messages can be forged, but the distress signal he sent was encrypted; this is a unique secret code for Batman to contact me, which the electronic lifeform couldn't possibly know."

Although Gordon said so, Schiller still followed. They walked all the way to the rooftop of the hospital. After the hospital restored power, Red Robin should have taken a plane from here and left the hospital.

He was indeed not cautious enough. The electronic lifeform didn't mess with his plane before because it needed Robin to open the door of the Batcave, but now it had already invaded the Batcave, so Red Robin was useless. Modern equipment like planes is undefended in front of the electronic lifeform and is very likely to be manipulated to crash.

However, fortunately, no matter how powerful the electronic lifeform is, it has to follow physical laws and cannot modify Earth's gravity, so one can parachute during the process of the plane crashing. I don't know if Red Robin failed to parachute or was attacked again after jumping down.

Gordon observed the direction, really couldn't see anything, and the distress signal Red Robin sent him didn't have specific coordinates either, so he could only infer the direction Red Robin went.

"Drake Manor," Schiller suddenly said.

Gordon suddenly realized. Since the Batcave couldn't be returned to, and Wayne Tower had also lost power, Red Robin would very likely choose to go find his family, not to mention Alfred was also there.

He looked in the direction of Drake Manor and then ran downstairs hurriedly. Fortunately, at this time, the hospital got a speedboat to act as an ambulance. Gordon borrowed the speedboat and set off toward Drake Manor at the fastest speed.

Schiller didn't take the speedboat with him, but gave him his umbrella. After about twenty minutes, Gordon helped Red Robin walk into the hospital lobby.

The doctors and nurses in the emergency department rushed out, and Schiller also walked over to take a look. Red Robin was shot in the abdomen and also had a knife wound on his arm. From Gordon's angry expression, it could be seen that there should have been someone who turned against him among the police he sent over before.

Schiller's eyes darkened. He knew that this touched Batman's reverse scale. If this electronic lifeform only hindered him from building a defense network through some technical means, then Batman could slowly consume it, but directly cutting off the hospital's power and also wounding Robin was purely courting death.

Schiller didn't believe that the main universe Batman, who had already obtained magic energy, hadn't made any preparations. Sure enough, less than half an hour after Red Robin was injured, the main universe Batman's figure appeared in the hospital.

"What happened?" he asked, looking at Gordon.

Gordon repeated it truthfully. The main universe Batman's silence began to fill the entire room with a low and dark atmosphere.

"I originally intended to give the Batcave to it; I set many riddles there. If it wants to know my secrets, it will definitely choose to crack them; although it might not be able to stop it, it's enough to drag it out for a while. I didn't expect it to still choose to harm Robin."

"What do you plan to do now?" Gordon asked.

"I originally wanted to drag it out and build a magic defense network; as long as the defense network is built, it will have nowhere to hide, but now it seems it doesn't want me to finish my work."

The main universe Batman's tone was suppressed with an indescribable dangerous aura. Gordon had already discovered that since Batman came into contact with magic, he had become more radical and more aggressive.

And Schiller was clear that this had nothing to do with magic, but lay in Batman's contact with the multiverse. The situation in the multiverse forced him to have to walk out of his comfort zone, have to give up his identity as a street hero, and instead look at the Earth or even the universe, because if he didn't do this, the universe he was in might become a sacrifice for the multiverse battle royale. Once there was any disaster in the future, his universe would be the front row that ran slowly; no one wanted to be in this front row, so he could only force himself to run forward desperately.

The main universe Batman was silent for a long time, and then he opened the Battleworld communication and sent the first message in the Batman group chat in a month: "Assemble for a meeting."