Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 162 The Struggle of Fate

"You're finally out. You're in good shape."

Lynn pointed to his cuff, joker lowered his head, and brushed off the dust on his arm.

"You have it too."

"Oh, it's okay, it's not dust, it's blood, it can't be thrown away."

"Why are you wearing that thing?"

joker pointed to his head.

"This..."

Lynn smiled: "Because you put too much poisonous gas here, I'm afraid that if I breathe it into my lungs, I will lose my mind and kill you."

"You don't want to kill me?"

"Do not."

"The poisonous gas has dissipated. It was there just now, but it's gone now."

Lynn took off his gas mask.

"It's more interesting to keep you."

Shaking head, disheveled, hooped by mask and visor, huddled hair gradually unraveling.

Lynn reached out to lift the hair on his forehead and stroked it back.In an instant, Lynn's hair turned green, with some wet curly long hair.

"surprise... joker."

Lin En started from cutting his fingers, and slowly, slowly, applied it on his mouth, the corner of his mouth, and extended to his face...

"Now, we're more alike, aren't we?"

The joker's mouth was grinning, and the fresh scars at the corners of his mouth were squirming, stretching his body wantonly like some living maggot.

"Yeah... Lynn, you know it, I know it, and he knows it. You should learn to enjoy life, like this."

Stretching out his hands and stretching his mouth to the maximum, the joker's voice was extremely distorted, but with a hint of hoarseness, sharply: "Do you want to know how this scar came about, Lynn."

"I do not want to know."

Lynn said seriously: "If you don't want to tear your mouth apart, I don't think your rotten teeth can scare me. Or maybe, I can help you."

With a clatter, a small blade was thrown in front of the joker, someone's eyes were reflected in the darkness.

"Ah...why, why..."

"Why so serious."

Lynn picked up on that sentence.

"joker. Guess if I will kill you."

Lynn suddenly raised the gun in his hand, smiling and showing his white teeth.

His eyes were bright, his teeth were white, and there was blood streaming from the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, who knows."

joker spread his palms, looked at Lin En indifferently and said, "Maybe, you will like that painting. Maybe...

You'll want me to draw it all over again.

Maybe... in that painting, there will always be someone who will die, but it may not be me.

Hey, don't move~"

Joker slowly reached into his arms, took out a small hourglass, and put it on the ground.

The fine sand flowed out soundlessly, falling from a small hole to a seemingly bright but completely enclosed space.

"Guess who's going to die when it's over."

boom!
"Wow, my marksmanship is not bad."

One shot blew the hourglass.Lynn took out an idea watch from his pocket: "Guess, does this watch have electricity? Huh?"

Raising the muzzle of the gun, Lin En's smile became more and more blooming, and the towering apple muscles squeezed the space where the eyes existed, turning the smiling eyes into a beautiful line.

"Left, or right."

joker raised his hand: "I hope it's the head."

"Do not."

Lynn suddenly turned cold: "I don't want you to think, I want me to think."

boom.

A flat shot, a flat shot.

The palm of the hand hangs down weakly, the blood flows down the arm, to the fingers, and then to the ground. The joker looked at his bleeding arm, curled his lips in dissatisfaction: "Lynn, you are not as crazy as I imagined. Here."

He pointed at the shattered hourglass fragments on the ground with his hand.

"Also, here."

Lifting his finger tremblingly, joker smiled and made a red finger print on his head with his finger.

On the opposite side, Lynn with the same makeup also smiled: "I will kill Batman after I kill you. Or..."

Lynn stepped forward, took out another gun, slowly filled the bullet, and stood in front of the joker.

"You can try to kill me, or kill yourself."

Close to his ear, Lynn said slowly: "You can't die, right?"

"Hee hee...don't you too..."

The darkness that merged into one split apart, and turned into two clowns facing each other again, smiling at each other, and then laughing wildly.

"No fun. I'm leaving."

Lynn wiped the blood from Joker's forehead, wiped it on the scar at the corner of his mouth, and adjusted his collar.

"Lynn."

joker stopped him and sat on the ground.

"You really don't want to know how these two scars on the corners of my mouth came about?"

"Just treat it as me."

Lynn who was walking turned around: "Or, you cut it yourself. Who cares."

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Lynn's voice finally echoed slowly in the hollow underground: "Hang up those photos. At least they are real."

Then, the sound finally disappeared, and the dark underground returned to silence.

Only someone's whisper remains.

"How can you not care..."

Joker picked up the pistol that Lynn hadn't taken away from the ground, and slowly pointed the muzzle at his forehead.

"These two scars appeared because of you..."

Snapped.

The crisp sound of the trigger being pulled.

A weird smile appeared on joker's face.

"Sure enough, you know it. You know it... ahahahahaha!"

………………

Jumping out of the underground cave, Lynn did not leave directly, but stood at the entrance of the underground cave, with his arms raised flat with a cold and emotionless face, and pointed the gun in his hand directly at the entrance of the cave.

No one came up with him.

No second person appeared.

"Tsk, it's a pity. He bet right."

Taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, Lynn stood there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Since he came to DC, Lynn has always been troubled by his ignorance of the world.

DC is a place that pays attention to fate and conspiracy.

Everything, everything, can hardly escape the fate of being manipulated.

Even if it is as powerful as Lucifer, so what.And he can only stay in the hell that he hates and hates, day after day, year after year...

Of course, Lynn didn't want to be a puppet, a chess piece, or a character manipulated by a handle in someone else's game.

He has tried to figure out his "existence", and he has really fought against the so-called "fate" that is destined to happen.

Some succeeded, others failed.

During that unfriendly exchange with Lucifer, Lynn realized something.

Lucifer didn't like him, even loathed him...and envied him.

This made Lynn feel some kind of unspeakable nausea.

Would Lucifer also envy others? Why would this person be him?

Lynn felt that, in a sense, it might be because, in Lucifer's eyes, his existence, Lynn, might represent some kind of unfettered "freedom".

This concept of freedom may be represented and defined.

Just like Lucifer in Lynn's eyes at that time.

Therefore, there will be a series of temptations and things that count as deception and temptation.

Lynn was somewhat proud of being tricked by the majestic Lucifer and successfully escaped.

But now, Lynn finally couldn't help but sigh.

"Sigh...it really isn't that easy to change the original trajectory of fate."

And what made Lynn realize this was naturally the appearance of joker.

For the guy in the underground whose make-up level needs to be improved, Lynn's existence originally had the opportunity to replace the definition of "joker" in the current universe.

Because of this, Lynn never hides anything.

He is just serious about being himself, hardly threatened by anything, nor understood by anyone.

But today he miscalculated.

The guy below is not fake.

In the case that Lynn has already appeared in Gotham in advance, and Crazy is in and out of Arkham three times.On the premise that Lynn had already begun to influence the old bat in an attempt to change some things, he, the crazy guy in his original destiny, still appeared.

Someone told Lynn a long time ago that clowns couldn't be killed.

He is the other side of Gotham, the embodiment of Gotham chaos, the embodiment of the madness that Batman sees all the time, the hidden madness of himself.

Kill a joker, fate will always give birth to another clown from another place in another way.

In the past, Lynn felt that he could completely replace the joker, become a joker, and become a joker that met his own expectations and needs.

But he failed.

This joker is not an imitation show for fanatical fans, nor is it some so-called fate modification.

He still appeared, and, judging from the current situation, it is very likely that he appeared because of the appearance of Lin En, a big butterfly.

Lynn can still be a joker, but then there are two jokers here.

One is a guy who is willing to destroy the original destiny of others, affecting everyone who meets him and turning him into a different look.

One is a guy who persists stubbornly and always corrects the fate of others to what it should be.

The former is Lynn, who is trying to change something, such as letting the old bat give up his Batman identity, and use Bruce Wayne's position to do something to make Gotham better, or worse.

The latter is the joker, the guy from the underground.He has been "correcting" something, trying to turn Batman into what he thinks, what he should be, the real him who is not restrained, not suppressed by reason.

……

Lynn gave up on killing the joker because Lynn realized that it wasn't going to help.

It might not be difficult to kill him.However, that also meant that Lin En was finally frustrated and "admitted defeat" to fate.

"At least, I've managed to do some things."

Lynn saved some mortals.Also killed more people who should not have died at this time.

Who can say that Lynn has not changed some so-called destiny.

With a sigh, Lynn jumped into the underground maze again.

He came to the place where he turned and left just now.

On the ground, there is only one pistol that has been disassembled into parts and arranged carefully.

And on the side, with red blood, draw a smiling face on the wall, and a sentence.

Why so serious...

Looking at the line of blood that hadn't dried up, Lynn seemed to have heard that guy's laughter.

Looking back, over there, on the wall, the photos have been hung on it again.

three photos.

The first one is a painful, dejected Batman.

The second one is a silent, blurred Lynn standing among corpses on the ground.

The third picture was taken just now, the wound extending from the corner of the mouth was cut open again, showing a hideous and terrifying smile, joker.

"Fake..."

Lynn curled her lips: "This guy, when did you take a sneak shot of me...it's so pretty.

Damn it! "

　So what... I'm not water, I'm not good enough, I didn't write clearly

　　T^T
　　I won't play Zhou Ke'er's jokes anymore.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)