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"It's impossible... I checked everything, where could the ring come from!" Harley began to lament, not believing her eyes, examining the fallen ring.

It is worth saying that at that moment there really was nothing in my pocket. How glad I am now that I trained myself to use the inventory. After that night with Barbara, where we jumped on the roofs, I seriously thought about my bottomless storage.

Firstly, I realized that I can even put a car inside! Although I haven't tried, I think that a whole truck can fit in there. But there is one "but"!

This will not work if there is a living creature in the car, be it a person, a dog, a rat, or even a simple worm. Nothing can be done about it, such is the limitation of this ability.

Secondly, in order to pull the item I need out of the "Inventory", it is not necessary to open the inventory and perform any actions. It is enough to just think about what you want to get from there, and the object itself will appear in the place where you want it to appear.

Be it a palm, the floor, or say a pocket. However, placing an object in the storage is more difficult. Here, a desire alone is not enough. You need to open the "Inventory" tab and touch the selected object with your hand or finger.

However, there is one exception. If the object has already been in my inventory once, then in the future you can return it back with just one thought.

The radius of this ability is equal to the number of intelligence. Thirdly, the speed of returning and pulling objects out of the spatial storage also depends on the value of my intelligence. Well, let's finish with the explanations, it's time to declare my victory.

"Joker," I looked at the silent clown. "Looks like you lost."

"HE-haah-HehA-ha-he-haah-HeaHa-ha-hahahaha-HAHAAH-HA!" He burst into uncontrollable laughter, as if he was possessed. Suddenly, he raised his gun and fired towards the mechanism that had been jamming our connection with the outside world all this time. The device short-circuited and began to smoke, announcing its demise.

"Everyone is free to go! And don't forget to call the police, hahahah."

The people couldn't believe what they had just heard. How could this crazy psychopathic killer let them go?! Would he really keep his word? The guests still didn't know what to do, but there were still a few brave souls who headed towards the exit. And when they were able to safely leave this damned place, and no one stopped them, the others also rushed towards the door.

"Boss, are we really going to let them all go that easily?" One of the masked henchmen asked the Joker. "The police will come here any minute, we have to run!"

The Clown Prince of Crime, having listened to his subordinate's opinion, approached him and calmly placed his hand on his shoulder.

"In that case, you're fired," the man declared, and the next second, the henchman began to shake wildly. He was thrashing in agony and screaming. When it was already getting bad, he fell dead to the floor. The Joker looked at his hand, where the outline of a stun gun was visible, and blew, dispersing the smoke.

"Alex, let's talk about life a little more before the cops show up," he threw an inspired look at me. I had no choice but to obey. And so, four minutes later, Batman, Nightwing and Batgirl showed up in the building in all their glory. Even through their masks, one could clearly see signs of anger, fear and worry. This was especially noticeable in the situation with Barbara.

"You!" The superheroine girl shouted, burning the clown with a murderous look, and was about to rush towards us, when Batman's hand stopped her. She wanted to start getting indignant, but still overcame herself and only stared at the Joker.

"Wow, the whole family is here, hah-ehha!" Joker laughed, putting both hands forward, as if demanding that he be handcuffed. "Sorry, Batsy, I've played enough for today. So, let's postpone our dancing for next time. Alex and I recently played a game, and I lost. And now, as an honest and respectable citizen of Gotham, I fulfill the condition of losing... I surrender to the authorities!"

After listening to the monologue of the crazy clown, the entire Bat-family was in complete shock! They had never seen such a turn of events even in their worst nightmares.

For the Joker to surrender voluntarily?! Has he finally gone crazy? It must be admitted that Batman quickly came to his senses and put handcuffs on his sworn enemy, and Barbara handcuffed Harley.

Soon the police arrived here, and the entire gang of uncouth clowns was detained. True... They did not resist much. And at the moment when the Joker was taken away in handcuffs, I saw a mysterious silhouette hovering above his figure.

It was very blurry, and it seemed impossible to clearly see the outlines. I rubbed my eyes, but it did not help.

As if I was observing this picture not with my sight, but rather... with my intuition! What is this?! Are my palms sweating? Am I scared? No, I don't have fear, it's apprehension! And then, literally for a moment, I was able to make out this mysterious figure watching Gotham's craziest psychopath.

It was a young girl with bright multi-colored hair, with fish swimming around her and butterflies flying. This... Well, forget it, it's too early for me to get involved with something like that. But I'm sure of one thing, you can't kill the Joker!

Batman always said that he was afraid to kill him, because he believed that someone even more terrible could take his place. Before, I thought that these were just his excuses for not wanting to kill anyone. And with all this, he had already committed several murders, albeit accidentally. Therefore, his desire not to kill the clown of crime smacked of hypocrisy. But now I don't think so... I thought my intuition was something extraordinary, but it seems that Bruce is not far behind me, since he was able to sense this abstract being.

Okay, enough, don't think about it... As soon as I cleared my thoughts, and was finally able to calm down, after all, I survived the meeting with the Joker, I was surrounded by journalists, and they began to ask their tricky questions.