All Worlds Madhouse

Jim Gordon leaned over and hid behind a police car. At this moment, he even complained a little about why Arkham Asylum was rebuilt to be so strong. Hundreds of prisoners seized the weapons of the prison guards in the prison area. These bastards were like desperate desperadoes, suppressing the police for a while.

"Damn it, where's the armed helicopter the police applied for?" He turned around and shouted loudly.

Suddenly Jim Gordon was stunned.

A police officer behind him was reporting something to him, but he didn't hear a word because he saw a light spot floating in the night sky in the distance.

That was a signal that Gordon was extremely familiar with, because it was the signal he often used back then. However, since that night many years ago, this spot of light has never lit up again.

But tonight, why does it appear again?

Isn't that person already dead? Yes, he is dead!

So who sent this signal, and who was he calling?

Jim Gordon stared blankly at the sky, like a legendary ghost creature, unable to take his eyes away from the full moon. The roaring sound sounded again, like thousands of trains pressing over his head, trying to lift his skull.

"Chief? Are you listening?" The police officer behind him noticed something strange about Gordon and followed his gaze.

Some veteran policemen were stunned. They knew this symbol, while some people had never seen this thing at all and just thought it was the afterimage of a broken searchlight.

But at this moment, Director Gordon seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulus, and suddenly pushed away the crowd in front of him like crazy and ran in the direction of the symbol.

The policemen were all confused. They didn't know what happened to the chief, but in this fierce exchange of fire, no one dared to leave their position without direct orders.

In fact, Gordon himself didn't know what was wrong with him. He just felt an uncontrollable impulse urging him. Like those cursed moths, he wanted to rush over uncontrollably and reach the light spot. Next. As if he had to.

The location of the "bat spot" was in two directions from the battle site, so Director Gordon was not blocked by any gunfire and quickly climbed up the ladder to the high platform.

Finally, he also saw the searchlight shining directly into the sky, and the man next to the searchlight.

He was leaning against the wall, wearing a prison uniform, with messy hair, and was yawning out of boredom.

Ziliang!

Yes, who else could it be? Ever since I met this bastard, the troubles haven't stopped!

When he thought of this, the uneasiness and anger in Gordon's heart became even stronger. He stood on the edge of the high platform. This place was at the edge of the platform without any light, so Gordon was very careful not to make any noise.

He said that he was going to kill this bastard. This was not a joke. Although it was against the law to kill prisoners who were not a threat without trial, but why did Gordon care about this? In the past few years, He has ignored enough laws, and some difficult prisoners have been secretly executed with his acquiescence.

"The law can't save Gotham, only I can!" Gordon shouted in his heart. He took out his pistol and aimed it at the unarmed man.

At this time

"Hi, long time no see."

Ziliang suddenly turned his head and greeted Director Gordon with a smile across the darkness.

Director Gordon was stunned. It stands to reason that if a person stands in the light, he cannot see things in the dark clearly, but why can that guy see himself?

Forget it, now is not the time to think about this. Gordon raised his pistol without hesitation and aimed at Ziliang.

Sudden!

“Haha—old Joey is here!”

A rich voice between "domineering" and "idiot" sounded from beside him without warning. Immediately afterwards, Director Gordon felt that his whole body was lifted up by a huge force, and then volleyed into the air. The world was turned upside down 180 degrees, and he was thrown to the ground with a bang!

Gordon rarely fights anymore. Although he was very good at fighting in the first few years when he entered the police station, he is now almost 50 years old, and since he took the position of chief, he has never fought again. Haven't fought with anyone.

Therefore, it stands to reason that this moment is enough to smash his old bones to pieces.

But the strange thing is that Gordon didn't feel the expected pain. He just gritted his teeth and hummed, and then completely withstood the impact.

But there was a roar in his mind, as if the evil ghost was about to break out of the cage

Gordon couldn't control that much anymore. He didn't even know how he did it. Anyway, he stood up as soon as he rolled onto his side. It was a kind of instinctive dodge, and he strangely avoided Old Joey's later attack. As soon as he grabbed it, he slammed into the opponent with a heavy shoulder, directly knocking Old Joey, who was about 1.9 meters tall, flying out.

This is an extremely incongruous scene. A 50-year-old gray-haired man is so flexible, and he also shows a strength that his body should never have.

Old Joey was knocked backwards and flew out, rolled around in place several times, and finally stopped at Zi Liang's feet.

"What are you doing? Why is he so strong?" Joey stood up with a fat body and asked with a confused look on his face.

"Oh, you should be lucky. He hasn't fully woken up yet." Ziliang scratched his hair, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of Joey: "Otherwise, an S-level sinful fragment, It’s not something we can do right now!”

"S-level.?" Joey was stunned.

Director Gordon was also stunned. He looked at his hands with shock on his face. He didn't even know what happened to him now.

"Hi! Director Jim Gordon." Ziliang shouted again, then raised his arm and pointed in one direction: "Look over there!"

The roar in Jim Gordon's mind exploded, and the voice roared like never before, followed by a pain that almost made people faint. It seemed that the imprisoned evil ghost wanted to use this pain to kill Gordon. The director was knocked unconscious. However, Gordon once again withstood the severe pain, and his body seemed to have endless endurance.

So...this moment happened after all.

In severe pain, Gordon looked in the direction Ziliang pointed as a conditioned reflex.

There, lying quietly, was a girl.

Weird hair color, graceful figure, pale skin.

Harley Quinn.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Gordon let out a pitiful roar that didn't sound like a human being at all. He covered his head and knelt on the ground.

"Medicine! Medicine!" He desperately took out the medicine bottle in his pocket, but his trembling hands couldn't hold it at all.

So the medicine bottle tragically fell to the ground, rolled far away, and stopped right at Zi Liang's feet.

Ziliang picked up the medicine bottle lightly and looked at "Jim Gordon" who seemed to be in great pain with a smile.

"How's it going? Have you seen that girl?" Ziliang's voice was light and airy, like a low voice, like a temptation, but also like some kind of expectation: "That's her, she was lying in your bed eight years ago. At his feet, he was covered in blood.

So...you should have remembered it.

Mr. Bruce Wayne. "