Although Poison Ivy had previously cooperated with Shiller, she was aware that he was a native of this cosmos, and the biggest adversary she would have to face in the future was still the Batman of this universe; fostering good relations with people from other universes couldn't prevent her from eventually being held accountable by Batman.
However, establishing a good relationship with the Batman of this universe was challenging; on one hand, she had no idea where he was, and on the other, if the impulsive Batman found out that it was her mistake that opened the portal, chances were slim that he would listen to her explanation.
Poison Ivy decided to take a different approach, knowing how much Batman valued the Batman Family. She would help the Batman Family during this incident, hoping that when the ti ca for settling scores, she would receive so leniency in her punishnt.
It wasn't that Poison Ivy was particularly afraid of Batman; the problem was that now, Batman's internet use was real-na registered, and his other identity was President Wayne.
Ask criminals if they're afraid of Batman, and eight out of ten will say no; ask them if they fear the wealthiest man, and twelve out of ten will imdiately claim they are exemplary employees, never having committed any illegal acts, the sa logic applies to the president.
To ensure she could live a normal life in the future, and possibly even curry so favor with the President to initiate more plant protection laws, Poison Ivy decided to start with the Robins, giving them more clues to increase her favorability with these young pests.
The most critical information Poison Ivy had pertained to the portal she opened, especially now that she knew the portal was just a facade; the real effective elent was that hole.
After Poison Ivy shared this information with the Robins, they didn't think of any dreamworlds; they only thought of King Robin, who had co from the portal. Since the portal was a fake, he must have escaped through that hole.
His escape didn't matter much, but he still had the cape in his possession. Even if the cape didn't carry any critical information, the Robins couldn't allow an individual nad King Robin to take away their Batman's cape.
"I think we still need to go take a look," said Dick, "We can't just let King Robin dig a hole and escape."
"I agree," mused Nightwing from the Pri Universe, "But there might be so dangers around the hole."
"I can go with you," Poison Ivy said. She didn't really want to be that helpful, but the problem was that the contaminated plants were still after her.
She had previously lured a bunch of plants into Whirlpool Hospital to give herself a breather, but in no ti, they had gathered again. Poison Ivy couldn't be bothered to plan and eliminate them once more; if she didn't provoke them, she could avoid them.
The Robins were aware of Poison Ivy's abilities and her strength, which gave them a certain confidence, so they decided to go and check it out.
After the Robins followed the hole and jumped down, unsurprisingly, they arrived in Dreamworld. They ca one after the other with Arkham Batman, only one ca through that hole and the other by Bat Cat.
Bat Cat had been staunchly opposed to Arkham Batman going over, but suddenly, he changed his mind, not only agreeing but also using the authority of Cat of a Thousand Dreams to locate the dream bubble and then sending him over.
After sending Arkham Batman over, Little Kryptonite looked at Bat Cat, puzzled and said, "What are you thinking? You know his ntal state is not good, sending him over will cause trouble."
Bat Cat snorted coldly, "Cause trouble? Haven't you realized? We're already in big trouble."
New Jersey City had also fallen into trouble.
A criminal who claid to be Joker declared that he had planted bombs at twelve locations in the city, and if the bombs were detonated, everyone nearby would die.
The explosives would affect a circular area with a radius of four kiloters. Anyone within this circle was certain to die, and to survive, one had to ensure they were outside the circle.
The locations of the twelve bombs would be revealed one by one, with one location announced every hour, and within ten minutes of the announcent, the bomb would explode.
However, if there was no one within the blast radius when a bomb exploded, the location of the next bomb would not be announced but would instead be detonated imdiately.
Joker announced the location of the first bomb at the New Jersey Police Departnt—the combination of the Gotham and New York Police Departnts.
Everyone was fleeing in panic.
Four kiloters is neither a large nor small distance; if it seems small, walking out of it in just ten minutes is quite unlikely, necessitating transportation. But by car, with a pedal to the tal, this distance is not much.
If it were a straight road leading out, of course, it would be quick, but this is the city center, where it's virtually impossible to have direct roads leading out of the area, requiring at least a couple of turns. Even driving at 60 mph, it would take six to seven minutes.
Another point is, in a situation without traffic jams, it indeed looks like this. But now, it's impossible not to have a jam, with everyone within the affected area rushing outwards at the sa ti, and only one fastest route out, how could there not be a traffic jam?
Considering the ti taken to take detours and the ti wasted in traffic, ten minutes beca intolerably insufficient. But nobody dared to bet on the words of a lunatic who could dominate the screens of major dia outlets. If this were a terrorist attack like that at the Pentagon, they would not want to be the pioneers to fall.
Crowds surged onto the roads like ants, driving their cars toward the highway as fast as possible. At this crucial mont, no one obeyed traffic rules or thought about yielding; they only wanted to go faster and faster.
No matter how fast they were, 10 minutes was still not a very long ti. Accompanied by arrogance, howling, spitting, and arguing, the convoy still stretched out in a long queue on the road, but the ti had already arrived.
People began to pray that it was all a joke, but it wasn't.
The bomb exploded with a loud bang, and everything within a 4-kiloter radius was reduced to ashes—whether it was cars, people, or those buildings that boasted of their sturdiness, everything collapsed.
Gordon saw Ge Yin's body on the television; he was helped onto a wheelchair by Bruce and for the first ti in decades, he left his bedroom to see a television with images.
Even if the long-term depletion had numbed him, faced with this scene, he still closed his eyes.
"Why don't you watch?" Bruce asked, "All you can do now is watch. When you were a cop, you couldn't necessarily save them, and now even less so. All you can do is watch, so why not?"
"Because I am still human!!!" Gordon finally couldn't restrain himself and roared in a weak voice, "The sympathy of the human race makes it impossible for them to directly witness the tragedy suffered by their fellows!!!"
"Is that so? What about those who plundered my inheritance? Why didn't they show rcy for the tragedy I suffered?" Bruce asked.
Gordon seed like soone had choked him; he let out a short syllable, but his eyes still overflowed with grief and anger, and tears kept swirling in his sockets.
"Go save them, go save them... Bruce." Gordon was still muttering.
"I can't, Uncle," Bruce shook his head and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, and I also don't have a car; I can't make it to the scene in ti, and I wouldn't be able to help much even if I did. It would have been good if I had learned so dical skills before, but it's a pity I couldn't afford dical school."
Gordon's hands were trembling non-stop, and scenes from the past kept resurfacing, but in the end, he couldn't say anything; he just shook as if he were about to take his last breath.
"Should we drive out of the city?" a gentle lady softly covered her still flat belly and said to the tall man in front of her, "Neighbor Mrs. Wilson said it's very unlikely that the bomb was placed outside the city, perhaps we would be fine if we just drive out."
The tall man turned around, unconsciously touching his face as he said, "The roads out of the city must be jamd now, and it would be terrible if the bomb was placed on the crowded exit roads. Let's wait and see first."
The woman didn't say anything more and led the child to the backyard. The child's carefree laughter quickly filled the yard, but the man standing on the porch kept touching his face, staring sowhat blankly at the table.
There was a family portrait of three, which looked very happy, but the man always felt sothing was off.
He picked up the photograph, and on the back were nas, one of which he had signed himself—"Jason Todd."
He always felt he should have another photo, with three people, but not these three. But who exactly were they?
Jason couldn't rember, but the current situation made him feel terrified, and what frightened him even more was that his terror wasn't for the potential danger the bomb posed to his family, but rather a more bizarre fear.
When the na Joker appeared in the news broadcast, Jason instinctively shuddered and even threw the fork in his hand, which almost hit his child.
But in truth, he had no mory of where he had heard this na. After all, he had been severely ill many years ago, had a high fever, and couldn't rember many things; perhaps he had seen a horror movie about a Joker before.
But ever since that scare, Jason had been feeling bewildered, and when he touched his face for the third ti involuntarily, he couldn't resist going to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
His face was smooth, with nothing on it, but Jason still felt uncomfortable; it always seed like there should be sothing there. This ti, when he touched it again, he felt a sting.
Images flashed in the mirror; he seed to be bound sowhere, a knife carving into his face, and as he suddenly looked up at the owner of the hand, a terrifying smiling face appeared before his eyes.
Jason let out a pained groan, and his wife imdiately rushed out. He gestured that he was fine, and to avoid disturbing his family's rest, he chose to go back to his room.
There was also a TV in his room, which was broadcasting news of the bomb attack. The host said that because people had died this ti, the next bomb's location will be announced truthfully.
Jason felt an inexplicable urge, as if sothing was urging him to leave the room, leave the house, rush out onto the street, and then find the real culprit.
No, of course, he couldn't do that; Jason thought rationally, his wife was pregnant, and their child was still young, how could he possibly abandon them at a ti like this?
More importantly, what could he do if he rushed out? Although he did get into fights often when he was young, how could a small-ti troublemaker resolve a terror attack of this scale? It was still best left to the police; better to take care of his own family first.
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