Marvel : Master of Role-Playing

As if the words had enraged him, Solomon Grundy grabbed Reid again, forcefully slamming his head into the ground.

Batman had once commented that Solomon Grundy was undying and possessed strength comparable to Superman's. While that may have been exaggerated, there was no denying the raw power behind Grundy's blows.

This strike crushed Reid's skull, causing it to cave in.

Yet, with the Joker's body, Reid didn't even flinch at the pain. In fact, he felt nothing of the impending death. His face still wore that signature grin.

The influence of the Dionesium within Joker's body allowed his skull to heal the moment he lifted his head, restored to its original form.

However, Solomon Grundy didn't stop his assault. He tossed Reid around like a toy, slamming him into the walls and the floor. All while Reid repeated his eerie chant.

"Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday... Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday..."

Reid's purple suit was now in tatters, almost unrecognizable, replaced by a foul-smelling dark green mess.

Just as Solomon Grundy was about to continue his attack, Reid finally spoke.

"Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday. Named on a stormy Tuesday..."

Grundy's attack suddenly stopped, his massive fist hovering inches from Reid's face.

As Reid, in the role of the Joker, seized the opportunity, he grabbed Solomon Grundy's massive fist and leaned his whole body toward the hulking figure.

"Married on the grim and eerie Wednesday, sick on the gentle Thursday... What comes next, Solomon Grundy?"

Reid's face was still smiling as he gently patted Solomon Grundy's back. Over time, Grundy's emotions began to calm, and he slowly sank down to sit on the sewer's steps, his eyes fixed on Reid, waiting for his next words.

"Heightened sickness on the sunny Friday, death on the joyful Saturday, buried on the dry, scorching Sunday..."

With each word, Solomon Grundy's mood grew calmer. By the time Reid finished reciting the entire song, Grundy had fully relaxed, sitting on the steps without any aggression left in him.

Reid leaned closer, gently stroking the rough surface of Grundy's cheek.

"Is this your story? Having gone through death and lived two lives... Why not join me, and together, we can search for a new life?"

Solomon Grundy said nothing, only nodding in agreement.

Reid's smile widened, and he continued.

"Well then, you should know, there's another friend of yours down here in the sewer. Let's go find him and have some fun together."

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Gotham City was full of urban legends.

Solomon Grundy was merely one of the lesser-known ones. Similarly, in the sewers, there was another legend that had emerged not long ago—the legend of the monster that ate people.

The night in Gotham was terrifying.

At least in this era before the Dark Knight had been born, Gotham's nights were a place where no one dared wander aimlessly.

However, there were always those unexpected occurrences, like a drunk gang member.

A member of the Maroni crime family was stumbling down the streets of Gotham with a beer in hand.

In such a state, not only would gang conflicts be the least of his worries, but even the open sewer grate beneath his feet, which he hadn't noticed, went completely undetected.

Suddenly, his foot slipped, and by the time he realized the danger, it was too late.

"Ah!!!"

The sewer walls, which had never been cleaned, were thick with moss. The gang member didn't even have time to react before falling into the perilous depths of the sewer.

And he still hadn't realized the danger that had befallen him.

"Damn it, how unlucky can I get?"

The gang member, having fallen hard onto the sewer floor, groggily stood up, looking up at the distant sewer entrance with a look of frustration on his face.

The gang member, having fallen heavily, managed to get up and looked with frustration at the distant sewer exit.

"I don't know what the government is thinking, not even bothering to clean the moss in the sewers. Are they really afraid of those urban legends?"

He shook his head and climbed back up the ladder, intending to leave the sewer.

But just then, a massive shadow slowly crept up from behind him.

"No... it can't be..."

The gang member, who had just been dismissing the urban legends a moment ago, now trembled in fear.

He slowly turned his head, eyes widening as he looked at the enormous shadow.

But the next moment, all he saw was a large, scaly hand in front of him.

And then, he lost consciousness completely.

...

In a clean, open space in the Gotham sewers, Killer Croc—another target of Reid's—was crouched on the ground, hungrily devouring the gang member's corpse.

His name was Waylon Jones, a human suffering from a rare condition known as atavism, which had transformed him into a monstrous, reptilian figure.

Though the exact reason for his atavistic transformation into a predatory creature was unknown, his appearance led to severe discrimination, preventing him from living a normal life. This, in turn, turned him into the ruthless villain known as Killer Croc, who would have no hesitation in viewing humans as nothing more than food.

In the complex world of Gotham, Killer Croc was often treated as a stepping stone for other villains. However, his power was undeniable.

While eating, Killer Croc suddenly froze, his body tense before he immediately turned around and let out a deafening roar.

In front of him appeared the pale face of a jester.

"Hello," Reid said with a smile, waving his hand. He then pulled out a surprise gift box from behind and handed it to Killer Croc.

"Take a look. It's a gift for you."

Killer Croc was stunned. It was the first time he had encountered a human who wasn't afraid of his appearance, though this clown in front of him was quite frightening, too.

Not exactly the sharpest, Killer Croc didn't suspect any hidden schemes from Reid and opened the gift box directly.

What sprang out from the box was a prank boxing glove.

It landed a punch right in his face.

It was reminiscent of the pranks played by children on Halloween.

However, this prank boxing glove, made by the Joker, was far from ordinary.

The force behind the punch was unexpectedly strong, and Killer Croc was sent flying, crashing into the sewer wall with such force that the impact shattered it. He only came to a stop when falling bricks struck his head.

The pain finally made Killer Croc realize that he had been tricked.

"You're asking for death!!!"

Killer Croc opened his massive, bloodthirsty mouth and charged at Reid, intending to tear the clown apart and devour him alive!

"It seems you don't like it, but that's alright," Reid said, still smiling.

Despite Killer Croc's brutal charge, Reid remained completely calm, not a trace of fear on his face. In fact, he even extended his hand toward him.

"Let's shake hands, and we'll be good friends."

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