âBut why didnât he come to me⌠No, how do I know whether youâre not lying to me?â
The shock on Harleyâs face turned up in an instant and was replaced with a judgemental face.
âHow do you know whatâs going on in the asylum if you werenât locked up in there, Cobblepot?â
She was such a moody person!
âWe donât have to lie to you about this.â
At this point, Deadshot came forward to testify, and he was the only trustworthy guy among the people present.
Floyd is a hitman, as long as you can afford to pay, he will assassinate anyone for you. It is possible that he will have just killed the enemy for you in a second, but in the next one, you will become his target, because the enemy has wired him money to kill you on his deathbed.
He has no professional ethics to speak of.
Ordinary professional killers will not take orders against their clients, but Deadshotâs notorious for that.
âThe Joker has been imprisoned in the deepest floor of the asylum from the beginning to the end, where he is the only person heldâŚâ
âOh my God! Mr. J must have been lonely all these years and he needed my company.â
Hearing this, Harleyâs mood changed again. She almost cried while speaking.
âI wasnât with him when he needed me the most, no wonder he didnât want to see me after he came out. Owww, Iâm sorry, Iâm really sorry, Mr. JâŚâ
Harley burst into tears.
The Penguin: ââŚâ
Black Mask: ââŚâ
Deadshot: ââŚâ
Bane: ââŚâ
Scarecrow:ââŚâŚâ
âSo, when did Mr. J leave the asylum?â
Several people looked at each other, then said in unison.
âWe do not knowâŚâŚâ
âThere was no one around there. We secured the place and then came up.â
Gotham, an uninhabited beach around Port Miller.
A black-and-white puppy suddenly climbed from the sea to the shore. He first looked around, and then sniffed everywhere on the beach with his nose.
After confirming that no one was around, Charlie barked into the sea.
âHuh, I almost suffocated.â
In the next moment, Mathison, wearing a diving suit, came ashore from below the sea and took a few breaths of air.
Thatâs right, he swam straight from New York to Gotham with Charlie not long ago.
After all, he canât take any form of transportation. He couldnât use a glider, and his teleportation distance is too short.
It would be nice if he could turn invisible, but itâs a pity that Mathison doesnât have this kind of magic.
All in all, the easiest way is to just swim.
It took an entire four hours to reach Gothamâs Miller Harbor. Of course, normal humans canât hold their breath for such a long time.
So before departure, Mathison crafted a few magic charms, so that he and Charlie could temporarily rely on their pores to inhale oxygen from the seawater, so that they would not drown.
Mathisonâs current physical strength is amazing; he didnât lose much stamina after swimming for four hours. Charlie often got exhausted, and during that time, Mathison had to carry him on his back and continue swimming.
When they were about to arrive at the port, the effect of the magic charms disappeared naturally.
But they couldnât go up directly from the port, because Miller Harbor has already been occupied by countless gangsters.
Unfortunately, they had no other way. In a straight line distance, Miller Harbor is the closest port from New York to Gotham. It takes a lot of time to get ashore from other places.
Mathison didnât have that much time to spend, so he started looking for a relatively secluded location near Port Miller to go ashore.
So, he let Charlie go up to check the situation first. After all, no one would suspect a cute puppy.
Even if he runs into an enemy, there will be no problem.
In fact, this was Mathisonâs third attempt to look for a good place for disembarkation.
If he couldnât find another suitable location, he would have to force his way into Millerâs Harbor.
âGet out of here, I smell someone approaching this place, and heâll see us in two minutes!â
Suddenly, Charlieâs nose moved. The patrolmen were about to arrive.
Hearing this, Mathison immediately looked down and saw that the beach was covered with his and Charlieâs footprints.
The time left was not enough to clear the footprints.
Once they are seen, their news of breaching Gotham can no longer be concealed.
âI donât care. I can only try that method.â
Without time to think about it, Mathison picked up Charlie and quickly ran to the beach.
More than a minute passed.
As soon as he stepped out of the beach, Mathison turned around and extended his hand to face the long trail of footprints behind him.
âReparo!â
A miraculous scene occurred.
Starting from Mathisonâs feet, the footprints from his position to the end of the beach had all disappeared, and the sand had returned to its previous state.
But only Mathisonâs footprints disappeared, and Charlieâs paw prints on the shore could not be removed.
Now, they can only hope that the guys on patrol wonât be so suspicious that theyâll sound the alarm due to a dogâs paw prints.
After ten seconds, a group of gangsters came over.
Mathison and Charlie immediately hid behind the container next to them.
âWait, look, there seem to be a lot of footprints!â
Sure enough, someone found Charlieâs paw prints as soon as they arrived.
âYou two, go and scan the place.â
The leader of the squad ordered.
âAlthough it may be hard to believe, these donât look like human footprintsâŚâ
âWhat are you talking about? What do you mean they donât look like human footprints? Are you trying to say that bigfoot ran onto our beach?â
The leader was a little irritated by his subordinateâs ambiguous description.
âIâm sure these are dog footprints.â
The man who spoke earlier followed.
âWhy not a cat?â
Another man who was with him asked rhetorically.
âNo no no, Iâm sure itâs a dog. My grandma had a lot of dogs before. Thatâs how I know.â
âBut donât you think these paw prints are too small? More like cats.â
âSome breeds of dogs are smaller than cats, and you canât tell a cat from a dog by the size of the paw prints.â
The subordinate who claimed that his grandmother had raised many dogs spoke eloquently, and a strong self-confidence bloomed in his eyes.
âIf you look closely at these prints, you can see that there are sharp protrusions on each toe, only dogsâ footprints can leave that. Cats fold their claws when they walk, so the footprints left by them only leave the soles and toesâŚâ
âYou two idiots!â
The leader yelled at the two of them.
âI donât care which stray cat or dog is on the beach, we donât have time for these little things!â
âCome back quickly, letâs continue patrolling!â
Soon, the patrol disappeared from Mathisonâs field of vision.