Marvel : Master of Role-Playing

"Monster! A monster!"

"Run! Hurry up and run!"

It wasn't until Killer Croc had already killed several of the Maroni family thugs that the ordinary patrons finally snapped to their senses.

The crowd surged, trampling over one another in a desperate rush to escape through the door, but it was completely blocked, and they couldn't move forward even an inch.

"Who's blocking the door?! Move! Help! Help!"

Killer Croc didn't target the regular customers—his focus was solely on the Maroni thugs who had armed themselves.

Even so, his massive frame wreaked havoc as he attacked in the cramped bar, inevitably causing collateral damage to those nearby. This only deepened the fear in the minds of the patrons.

In fact, the people near the door were trapped, unable to move. It wasn't that they weren't trying to escape or that they didn't value their lives—it was that the door was blocked.

With grayish-white skin and an overwhelming stench emanating from his body, the figure standing at the door was immovable. No matter how much the patrons pushed, they couldn't budge him an inch.

It was Solomon Grundy, who, as Killer Croc wreaked havoc inside, had positioned himself at the door, cutting off any escape.

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

Still murmuring that same line, Solomon stood motionless, until someone gently tapped his shoulder twice.

"Alright, Solomon, let these people out. The audience shouldn't be on stage."

The one speaking was Reid, still in Joker's appearance, a face that made everyone recall the recent news in Gotham.

"Joker?"

"That's right, it's the madman Joker!"

"We're doomed! We're all going to die!!!"

This wasn't the second time Reid had carried out such a scheme. In just two days, he, accompanied by Killer Croc and Solomon, had visited numerous mob-run bars and casinos, where they began their slaughter.

Even though Reid had instructed Killer Croc and Solomon to avoid harming ordinary people, in situations like today, collateral damage was unavoidable once the fighting began.

The two he brought along—Killer Croc and Solomon—were those kinds of fringe characters rarely remembered even in fanfiction, the ones that system didn't bother creating character cards for.

They weren't Superman or Wonder Woman, who could somehow avoid even the slightest accidental injury.

Upon Reid's command, Solomon slowly stepped aside. The patrons who had been blocked by him showed no gratitude toward the Joker. Each of them desperately seized the opportunity to escape, pushing past Reid's frame as they scrambled toward the street.

Reid didn't continue to play the role of the Joker at this point because there was no point. Simply causing chaos and slaughter wasn't the Joker's way. Besides, since the Joker was a unique character card that had already reached its limit, killing these people served no purpose in his plans.

On the contrary, allowing them to live would better spread the terror of the Joker across Gotham.

However, while these unimportant customers could be spared, some people could not.

The group of police officers who had once "sold" Gordon were at the back of the crowd. Just when they thought they could safely escape the bar, the officer at the front suddenly stopped.

"Are you crazy? Move, now!!!"

The others immediately shouted, but the officer in front didn't move. When they looked up, they saw the Joker smiling at them.

The officer stopped not because Solomon had caught him, but because the Joker had shoved the barrel of a gun into his mouth.

"No, no... you're important actors. You can't leave like the audience."

The police officers trembled and nodded, trying to retreat back into the bar.

Since the Joker wouldn't let them leave, they had no choice but to stay. Retreating into the bar might mean death, but charging forward...

Looking at the towering Solomon, they all knew that charging toward him would certainly mean death.

But the Joker, of course, didn't act according to their logic.

They thought that if they obeyed the Joker, he wouldn't attack, but ironically, the Joker loved nothing more than dancing on people's common sense and worldview.

As soon as he noticed their intention to retreat, Reid decisively pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The specially-made pistol was extremely powerful, and the police officer's head was instantly blown apart. Brain matter mixed with blood splattered onto the others.

For a moment, they were stunned, but when they saw Solomon absently swipe a bit of brain matter and shove it into his mouth, their sanity completely shattered.

"Ah!!!"

"Help! Help me!!!"

"Someone save me! Captain Gordon, please come and save me!!"

They may still have some remnants of rationality, enough to realize that in Gotham, the only person who might lend a hand was the officer they once despised—Captain Gordon. In the entire New York Police Department, only Gordon would respond to crimes without hesitation.

The remaining three officers trembled as they backed away, one tripping over a table and crashing to the ground, shattering the glass tabletop in the process.

But before he could get up, the Joker leapt over him.

Just as he thought he had been spared, Solomon, completely ignoring his presence, stomped on his head, crushing it instantly.

Another officer, retreating to the counter, stared at the gruesome deaths of his companions and the blood-soaked floor.

His eyes also caught sight of the Killer Croc, who had finished slaughtering the Maroni thugs and was now chewing on a severed limb, savoring it with grotesque enjoyment.

His will to survive completely vanished. He shattered the bottle on the counter and used the shards of glass to slit his own throat.

At this point, only the last police officer remained, trembling as he sat in a chair at the counter, slowly surrounded by the three men.

"Joker, do you want me to eat him?"

Although fear still lingered in Killer Croc's eyes when he looked at the Joker, he couldn't deny that his life had improved greatly since joining him. He had gotten used to following the Joker's orders, even willingly helping him when needed.

"No need for such trouble." Reid smiled. "I want to entertain him."

With a grin, Reid gave no further explanation, motioning for Killer Croc and Solomon to step aside. He then pulled out a brightly painted toy gun.

"Officer William, right?"

"Y-yes, yes... What do you need? I may not hold a high position in the department, but I can get any information you need." the officer stammered.

Red didn't care for William's attempt to ingratiate himself. The Gotham Police Department's database? Before Batman arrived, the Gotham Police Department's records were nowhere near as useful as Wayne Manor's.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, Mr. William." Reid said, shaking his head. "What I want isn't your police department's data or your loyalty... It's your demise."

With that, Reid pulled out a clear magazine filled with candy, loading it into the toy gun. He then shoved the barrel directly into William's mouth, forcing it deep into his throat.

"Life's just like candy, Officer William—bright, sweet, and gone in a single bite. Let's savor this moment together, shall we?"

In William's terrified gaze, Reid smiled and pulled the trigger.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

This night was as chaotic as it was insane.

**

**

**

To read extra chapters and support me, you can vist my patreon.

Patreon.com/SilverShark769

Every bit of support is greatly appreciated.