I Have a Girlfriend in Marvel

Su Ye never expected to encounter the Joker under such circumstances.

Without any warning, there he was.

The moment he saw him, Su Ye almost attacked—one fire punch to send the Joker straight to Heath Ledger.

No matter how twisted the Joker was, his disdain was aimed at this country's system, his chaos meant to destroy it. As a mere international student, Su Ye had no business interfering in another nation's affairs, right?

As long as the Joker didn't provoke him directly, Su Ye had no intention of making a move—even though he had promised Gwen to help her dad catch him.

When Su Ye walked in, the Joker was cheerfully sitting at the bar, chatting with Joe Higashi.

"Honestly, your look's a bit much. That scar at the corner of your mouth—prosthetic? Looks like it was really cut open and stitched back up."

"With makeup like that, I've got to buy you a drink. Bartender, one Strong Shot!"

Behind the bar, bartender-in-training King shot Joe a glare. "If you don't know how to phrase it, don't say it. When Ye says it, it sounds bold. When you say it, it reeks of wannabe samurai vibes!"

Despite her complaints, King prepared a drink and handed it to the Joker.

This drink wasn't just for the Joker's makeup; it was a toast to his audacious defiance of the law.

You don't have to like a warrior who dares to challenge windmills, but you've got to respect their courage, right?

The Joker wasn't a fool; in fact, his intelligence was off the charts—enough to run circles around the entire city's police force and even Batman, leaving them scrambling.

The moment the Joker saw Joe, he knew the man recognized him. But at the same time, he felt oddly secure.

This sense of safety didn't come from the knife in his hand or the grenades in his jacket but from Joe's eyes, which seemed to say, Hey, man. I know what you did. Nice job!

"Thanks," the Joker said in a low voice, downing the drink in one go.

"Bartender, two more drinks! Let's make it Depth Charges!"

Depth Charges could be made in many ways, but the principle was the same: a shot of hard liquor dropped into a larger glass of lighter alcohol. It didn't hit right away, but when it did, it was too late.

The Joker frowned slightly. He sensed Joe wasn't just here to drink—there was something more behind his actions.

"Then let's work together to give this city—no, this country—a much-needed correction," the Joker said with a grin.

Joe pounded his chest. "Joker, just tell me what to do. I'm in, no questions asked!"

(The inclusion of the Joker in this arc seems to serve as a bridge rather than a focal point. His interactions with Joe and other characters appear aimed at setting the stage for broader, more complex events without veering too far into his chaotic schemes. If you're interested, let's explore how this transitional phase unfolds!)