The talkative raven in the world of American comics

Chapter 158 Heaven Made a Mistake

Jason suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He realized that everything around him seemed to have been paused, and time had stopped flowing.

The Flash and Tim, who were standing beside him, seemed to be stunned, their expressions unchanged, remaining motionless in place.

However, he himself was unaffected.

Of course, the strange man in front of them and the two clumps of crows were unaffected.

this....

Did Oz and his ilk do it? Or did this man do it?

Jason's situation is hard to judge, but the only thing that's certain is that he's inextricably linked to them.

Since the appearance of men.

Jason always felt like he was looking up at a star.

This reminded him of the times when he was hungry and had no food, and he would look up at the Gotham night sky.

Imagine the stars in the night sky as coins, praying that they will mercifully drop a few, instead of raining day and night.

"So... what's the situation now?" Jason asked, taking the initiative to speak.

He stared at the extremely charming man and felt a sudden, inexplicable unease.

Of course, this dissatisfaction stems more from the current visuals.

He meant that both crows were on the man's side, making him feel like an outsider.

A crow was being carried by the man, as if he were carrying a keychain, and he swung it around.

Another crow, familiar to Jason, perched on the man's shoulder and whispered something.

Damn it... I could tolerate him constantly talking about Xiao Bi before, but who is this person in front of me?!

Oz, can't you have any sense of boundaries?!

Jason thought to himself, then heard the man reply, "It's not as chaotic as you imagine, but it's not as easy as it looks either."

Oz blinked. Since Lucifer had spoken, he suddenly felt that he didn't need to explain anything.

Son of God!

So Oz flew onto Jason's shoulder, raised one wing, and whispered in front of Lucifer, "Listen, this is a great opportunity for you, so behave well!"

Jason rolled his eyes and pushed Crow's head away in disgust, but as soon as he did, Oz came closer again.

Even if you push again, it's still sticky, like a piece of chewing gum that you can't shake off!

"Why are there two Ozs?" Jason retorted, gently bumping Oz's head against him.

"Of course it's because of you."

Lucifer picked up Oz the Clown, whose eyes had turned into swirling circles from being shaken by him, making it look dizzy.

As if he had overheard their conversation, Oz the Clown shouted, "Lord Raven will never be a slave!"

Jason glanced at Oz on his shoulder. At that moment, Oz covered his face with his wings and muttered "Damn it!"

It seems Oz has no intention of participating in this conversation.

"What do you mean by 'because of me'? What does that mean?" Jason asked.

"You are Oz's contractual partner, and he is responsible for absorbing your misfortunes."

Lucifer said, "The moment you killed the Joker, the virus in his body was absorbed by Oz, and then a Joker personality, as Oz perceived it, was created."

"Of course, the Joker that Oz thinks of is different from the Joker you know."

Upon hearing Lucifer's words, Oz proudly raised his head.

"I've told you, I'm not a bad person!"

Jason sighed and gave an awkward smile. "So you mean there'll always be a new clown, right?"

"That's one way to understand it."

Jason suddenly felt a strange sense of powerlessness.

After experiencing a journey through the multiverse, he realized a fact.

That is, the clown seems to never stop.

His existence will have an impact.

Even though he's dead, his death will still have an impact.

This guy is like a cornerstone; his presence is felt in every universe, and he can never be completely erased.

Jason was initially angry about this fact, but was forced to accept it, and eventually became numb to it.

Why is this happening?

Why can't the Joker just die cleanly and decisively?

Jason didn't know.

All he knew was that his past death was a joke.

It's the funniest joke in the world.

"Can you go back to your previous state?" Jason turned to look at Oz.

Oz scratched his head: "It's possible, but you know... that dirty stuff will come out."

Not only Jason was troubled, but even Oz himself was troubled.

He actually wants to create a world without the Joker.

In the end, didn't you just end up with a clown version of yourself?

The clowns are like locusts, you can never kill them all!

Posting a long string of green content only to receive an exclamation mark as a joke.

Walking down the street and taking out your phone to pretend you're busy while actually tapping around on various apps is just being a clown.

The pursuit of extreme evil proves that even the most rational person can become a madman after experiencing the worst day; this is also the Joker.

The clown is an abstract, undefined concept.

"Couldn't the Joker just die completely?" Jason couldn't help but say.

"This problem can be looked at from a different angle," Oz whispered.

"What?"

"Haven't you noticed that, in all the universes we've traveled through, there's an established fact that can't be changed?"

"The Joker won't die?"

"That's not it."

"What is that?"

"Bruce Wayne will always have his parents die."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I apologize to your father."

Jason glanced at the guy helplessly.

Oz's mouth didn't change even after he split into the Joker personality; at most, it just became a nasty mouth that would apologize afterward.

But why did he feel this was even more infuriating?!

It would have been better not to apologize at all!

"Hurry up and change back, I'm still not used to having two of you." Jason waved his hand dismissively, somewhat resigned to his fate.

Then he looked at the man in front of him and asked, "So who are you?"

Oz whispered to himself, "He has so many names, you wouldn't want to know."

Lucifer tilted his head and thought for a moment, "I actually have quite a few names, like Satan, Fallen Angel, or Lucifer. Just call me whatever you like."

Jason, who had intended to make a joke, thought, "If you're Lucifer, then I'm God."

But then I thought about it again. Oz knew this guy, and Oz was a magical raven. And now the surroundings seemed to be frozen in place.

This is terrifying...

Jason smirked. "So you're a god?"

"You might as well call me Lucifer." Lucifer rolled his eyes.

Jason turned to Oz and asked, "And you? Are you a god too?"

"I think I am," Oz said.

"Are you?" Lucifer asked in surprise.

"That's me!"

Upon hearing this, Lucifer, in front of Oz, picked up the clown Oz and flicked him on the head with his finger.

Oz covered his head with his wings: "Whoa! You're so despicable, Little Road!"

Jason brushed aside the playful scene between the god and the raven and said to Lucifer, "I have a question."

Lucifer winked, indicating that he was listening.

Jason took a deep breath and carefully recalled everything he had experienced since his resurrection.

If this guy who calls himself Lucifer really is the Son of God.

Then he'd like to ask this so-called God, why couldn't he just die a quick and painless death?!

"Is my death a joke to you?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why do you think that?"

Jason chuckled angrily: "Isn't it a joke? I died and came back to life, and then I saw all this again, things that are less important to me than lying back in my coffin. Isn't this a joke?"

"I should have gone to sleep with my dying hopes and resentments, but instead I came back to life and saw that none of what I hoped for or resented had come true. Instead, they told me in an extremely terrible way that I was a joke."

"Isn't this a joke?!"

After listening to Jason finish his explanation, Oz grinned.

This grin isn't meant to make me laugh at the other person, but rather it expresses a feeling of sympathy and helplessness.

The death of Jason Todd.

It's not that once the story reaches a certain point, the emotions are right, and the atmosphere is right, you can just obediently die.

His death was a premeditated murder.

A premeditated murder involving both on-field and off-field aspects.

He was not only killed by the Joker, but also voted to death by the readers.

At that moment, Jason posed a question to Lucifer.

Isn't this also a questioning of whether the order of Heaven has been disrupted?

"I'm willing to believe that being brought back to life is a second chance you've given me."

Jason continued, "And then?!"

"In the end, everything I did turned into a joke again. Of course, I'm grateful to Oz for stopping me from dying again, but what about him!?"

He pointed to Oz the Clown's green feathers.

"The Joker, why can't the Joker just die completely?!"

"Then Lucifer, tell me, what is the meaning of my life? Is it to witness that the one who killed me not only cannot die like me, but will even continue to live on in some kind of madness?!"

"God, if you are truly God, have you ever heard my countless prayers from the bottom of my heart on any night?"

"Was my death a joke?!"

In the end, Jason simply took off his mask, revealing his face.

A face filled with anger.

At the same time, his face showed a hint of grievance.

He was clearly a young man in his early twenties, yet at that moment he showed the tears of a child.

So wronged.

So heartbroken.

He can choose not to care about what happens after his death, he can understand why Batman sticks to his principles, and he can also accept the fact that the Joker is still alive and well after killing him.

But the one thing he couldn't accept was...

The clown won't die.

Even when he decided to die a second time and drag the other person down with him, the other person... was as stubborn as a cockroach, never truly dead.

Jason...

Oz gently stroked Jason, who let Oz stroke him, and then his voice choked with emotion.

I wasn't referring to you.

"I know."

"If the Joker version of you stays in Gotham, I can accept it, or even welcome it, since I will leave anyway."

"I know."

"I'm just...sorry..."

Jason reached out to wipe away his tears, but found that he couldn't stop them, as if he had returned to the day he regained consciousness.

His voice trailed off: "I'm sorry, Oz... I know I shouldn't think of you like this... but I just..."

Why couldn't you have appeared sooner...?

"I'm sorry, Oz, I shouldn't have thought that way..."

Oz patted his cheek. "It's okay. The fact that someone is here proves that he has other ideas. He's a rebellious kid too."

"What do you mean?"

Oz pointed with his wing at Lucifer on the other side.

Lucifer held up a white handkerchief, sniffed, and said, "I didn't say anything."

He was moved by Jason's words and decided that after Jason's death, he would make him his right-hand man.

Forget heaven, come to hell.

"I've never thought your question was a joke, kid."

Lucifer said, "I like your frankness and honesty, and I understand your grievances as well."

"The higher-ups made a mistake, which is why Oz ended up in your life."

"However, it seems you are still dissatisfied."

"So I've decided to grant you one wish."

Without a second thought, Jason blurted out, "I want the Joker dead!"

"I take back what I said."

Lucifer waved his hand and laughed, "Just kidding. You know, maybe you could kill him in other ways."

Jason narrowed his eyes, somewhat confused about what the other person meant, yet sensing a hidden meaning in Lucifer's words.

But with the opportunity before him, he still wanted to seize it.

"?"

So Jason asked, "Can I think about it for a moment?"

"Of course, darling," Lucifer said with a smile.

Lucifer then beckoned to Oz, "Aren't you going to take back your Joker persona?"

"Oh dear, it's just that this universe is too dark; otherwise, such a thing wouldn't happen!"

Oz flew over, shaking his head.

The clown Oz, who had been being carried by Lucifer, began to become transparent. After a few seconds, Oz's body began to turn into starlight and gradually disappeared.

These starlight swirled around Oz, who was standing on Lucifer's shoulder, and finally seeped into his body.

"Awesome~"

Oz shuddered and let out a sigh of relief.

Then, in the next second, the feathers on the crow's body suddenly changed. All the feathers fell off in an instant, leaving only one stuck to its rear end.

"iii, these symptoms startled Jason."

"Why are you shedding so much?!"

"How could you possibly see that?!"

"What do you mean, how could I have seen it? So you were already dropping it before?!"

"You didn't see it."

Oz decisively used a trick to restore his original grayish-brown plumage.

"You know this is pointless, right?" Jason said.

"Damn it!" Oz roared in fury!

Lucifer flicked the lone feather on the back of the crow's rump and chuckled, "Pretty unique, isn't it?"

"That's harassment! I'll tell your dad!"

"Go for it!"

Lucifer noticed Jason had snapped out of his reverie and asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

"Um."

Jason said, "Maybe it's the rules you set or some other weird stuff that prevents him from dying normally, but I've thought about it, and there is definitely another way he can die."

Lucifer squinted one eye and gave a thumbs up.

Oz on his shoulder also made the same movement.

Jason raised an eyebrow, realizing they knew what he was thinking.

"I've made up my mind."

"If Batman crosses that line, then the Joker will reappear."

"Aren't you worried that Batman might cross that line?" Lucifer asked curiously.

"He won't."

Jason sighed, shook his head helplessly, as if resigned to his fate, his tone filled with both speechlessness and determination towards the Dark Knight.

"If he still shows up after all this, then it's Batman's own problem."

"At that point, I will act without hesitation, regardless of the consequences."

"but..

"I believe him."

Oz clicked his tongue and said, "You bat family people are really weird."

Jason rolled his eyes and didn't say anything.

Lucifer put two fingers together, as if he were about to snap his fingers to grant his wish at any moment.

He asked again to confirm, "Are you sure this is your wish?"

"How about we replace Oz's feathers and let them grow back..." Jason glanced at Oz.

"What are you talking about?!"

The crow flew into a rage again. "What's the point of it growing back if it's all gone?!"

"Aren't I worried about your feathers?"