The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 983 The Clown and the Psychic Pirate

"Well…"

The Mind Pirate felt dizzy and felt sharp pains on his forehead. He wanted to raise his hands to rub his forehead but found that his hands were restrained and he could not move.

This startled the Mind Pirate and he tried to exert force but found that his hands, waist, abdomen and legs were all tied up.

When the Mind Pirate opened his eyes, he could only see darkness. Considering his current situation, he felt that he was probably tied to a bed board or something like that.

After the panic, the memories before fainting finally came to mind, and the Mind Pirate remembered that he was knocked unconscious by the Joker.

"Clown!" the Mind Pirate yelled. "Where are you, you disgusting maggot?"

As soon as the Mind Pirate finished speaking, he heard a mocking voice coming from above his head.

"Oh~ You woke up so early?"

The Mind Pirate tried hard to look up, and only then did he see a bit of purple. Just when he was about to start insulting the other party again, the clown actually leaned down, and his pale face was less than three centimeters away from the Mind Pirate.

"As expected, physical anesthesia is not guaranteed. I originally wanted you to sleep like a baby through the painful surgery, but now you can only grit your teeth and endure it~"

"Surgery?" A hint of doubt flashed in the Mind Pirate's eyes. "What are you talking about? Let me go now, or you will regret it!"

When the clown heard what the Mind Pirate said, his mouth pursed with a sad look, and he rubbed his eyes hypocritically and said.

"Look, dear, you always target me like this. At first, I thought there was some misunderstanding between us, but later I realized it was because you, a little baby, lacked a sense of security and were afraid of hitting others like I did."

"You're trying to disguise yourself as fierce, aren't you? Don't worry, I understand. To survive in this world, you people always like to wear a mask, unlike me who is consistent from the inside out."

The Joker said he didn't care about what the Psychic Pirate said, he just wanted the former to untie him, but even he could feel that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly wrong.

"What are you talking about? Let me go!"

The clown straightened up and picked his ears, as if he was annoyed by the Mind Pirate's words. He ignored the latter's shouts and took out a syringe from his pocket.

Raising the syringe high, the Joker stabbed it hard into the Mind Pirate's neck, then injected the medicine in the syringe into him amid the latter's shouting and insults.

"What did you hit me with!?"

Amid the Mind Pirate's horrified questioning, the Joker yawned and dropped the syringe in his hand.

"The big money man gave us this potion. I sneaked a little bit of it and added a little seasoning to it."

The Mind Pirate was stunned for a few seconds, then immediately struggled violently. Now he didn't understand that he had been injected with cobra venom.

"Okay, okay, your reaction is meaningless." The clown waved his hand and ignored the Mind Pirate's curse. Then he seemed to remember something interesting and turned around and ran towards the depths that the latter could not see.

But after a few seconds, the clown turned back. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the Mind Pirate always felt that the air seemed a little hotter.

It was not until the clown appeared in his sight again that the Mind Pirate realized that this was not his illusion. The only difference between the returning clown and the previous one was that there was something extra in his hand.

The clown held a long pair of pliers in his hand, one end of which was burning red, and a mask, also burning red, was clamped on it.

The Psychic Pirate was very familiar with that mask, it was his own Medusa mask. He thought that the Joker must have baked it in a fire or a furnace.

"Looking at your mask, I didn't think it looked very nice, so I made some changes. Now it's sparkling, how nice!" Not only was it sparkling, but because of the high temperature, there were sporadic sparks falling from the mask. In the hot air, the sparks first floated upwards, and then slowly fell towards the Mind Pirate's face.

The bound Psychic Pirate could only move his head to avoid the attack, but the mask that looked like a ball of fire always made him feel uneasy.

"I see you always wear this mask, so you must really like it. How about this, I'll help you and make sure you never separate from your mask."

"You damn lunatic!" The Mind Pirate looked at the clown in horror, spitting out insults, but this could not change the clown's mind.

"Smile." The clown said as he pressed the red-hot mask on the Mind Pirate's face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Screams and laughter rang out together in the small space, and finally the screams gradually disappeared, leaving only the clown's intermittent laughter.

...

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

The Dizzy Count advanced with difficulty in the quagmire. He wanted to speed up, but the muddy ground hindered this pampered nobleman everywhere. He did not speed up much but consumed a lot of physical strength.

"Whoosh!"

Count Vertigo suddenly felt a breeze blowing past him, and when he blinked and opened his eyes again, Kid Flash was already standing in front of him.

Looking at the Lightning Boy who greeted him with a smile, Count Vertigo first tried to use his ability, but it really didn't work. It seemed that these little ghosts had found a way to restrain their abilities.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, Count Dizzy raised his hands decisively.

"Don't do it, I surrender."

"A wise choice." Robin, who caught up, said that Count Vertigo's choice did not exceed his expectations. As an ordinary person who had no combat power except the dizziness ability exerted by the device in his brain, surrender was his only choice after being surrounded.

"Okay, now let's talk about other things."

Superboy clenched his fists and made a crackling sound. The threat was self-evident, but Count Dizzy just smiled disdainfully.

"Give up those threats. Batman still has some deterrent effect. What can you kids do to me?"

Seeing the disdainful look of Count Vertigo, Superboy also smiled kindly, and then the next second he came to Count Vertigo and grabbed his hand.

Before Count Vertigo could react, Superboy exerted a little force with his right hand. With a click, the five fingers of Count Vertigo's left hand twisted at the same time, looking like branches.

"Ahhh!"

The Dizzy Count knelt down, covering his left hand. Beads of sweat kept sliding down his forehead, and fear replaced his previous calmness on his face.

"I'm not Superman, don't think I'll be nice to you!" Superboy scolded.

"Now, tell me everything you know."

(End of this chapter)