Marvel: Starting with the forced creation of villainous characters

Chapter 76 Batman will never encounter the evil Joker.

Sharon Carter smiled with relief as she realized she had finally changed her future.

"If you ever need anything, just let me know. I'm your sister," Sharon Carter said gently.

To be honest, Mark thinks Sharon Carter should go for a high-class, aloof, and strong image because her facial features are too angular, comparable to her aunt.

Girls with this face shape are simply not suited to the gentle, older sister image.

Mark, of course, wouldn't bring up such a spoilsport at this moment, but instead nodded happily to indicate that he understood.

Henry soon came out pushing a small suitcase, seemingly preparing to stay with Dr. Stern for an extended period.

Henry said, "Little Ma, I'm ready."

mark:"----"

I'm happy when you call me "brother," but when you add "little" before it, I get a little unhappy.

After seeing Sharon Carter off, Mark had Hammerhead prepare a batch of materials for him and then transport them to a basement he had prepared nearby.

A qualified villain must naturally know what kind of people to do what kind of things.

Hammerhead has been quite happy lately, after all, good things come to those who are in high spirits, because he has almost taken over most of Hell's Kitchen, plus the convenience given by Shadow Touch.

The Hammerhead family's power has recently expanded dramatically, even posing a serious threat to the world's underworld order.

This made Hammerhead realize just how terrifying the power Mark possessed truly was.

If Mark were just someone who operated in the underworld, Hammerhead would only think he was impressive. But when he realized that some powerful figures were willing to be Mark's henchmen, he truly understood how terrifying Mark was.

He was already quite loyal to Mark, and now he worships Mark as a god.

After receiving Mark's order, he gathered all the materials Mark wanted him to prepare in just three hours.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't ask a single question, even though the materials Mark had asked him to prepare were all quite strange.

Mark didn't sneak out until evening.

Before he received LeBlanc's legacy, he dared not go out at night. There was no other way; the nights here were practically a society in chaos.

Children his age running around outside have a 90% chance of getting into an accident.

For example, right now.

Mark looked helplessly at the drug addict in front of him.

The other person's eyes were full of greed, the kind of look one would give a customer. He had seen that look many times before, especially after he fled from Lolita Island and settled in this place.

Using a small illusion spell, Mark, who was being manipulated to cross the road, arrived at the basement with a dark expression.

Light the stove and place a large pot on it.

Mark began creating a real clone.

The so-called real clone is actually a very realistic puppet, whose appearance and physical functions are not much different from those of a normal person.

Such a puppet can even bleed, has a heartbeat and pulse, and can contain even more energy. It would be impossible to recognize it as a puppet unless it is disassembled.

Mark was like a witch in a fairy tale, chanting spells as he threw things into the pot.

Three hours later, the magic water in the pot gradually receded, and a puppet that looked like a clown lay quietly in the pot.

This puppet doesn't resemble the Joker from DC; it's more like the Demon Joker, Shaco.

After all, he inherited LeBlanc's legacy, and adhering to the theory of a unified worldview, he chose to use the demonic clown Saco to give Batman some fun.

Of course, the main reason is that Batman knows the Joker too well. If Batman could tell at a glance that this Joker is an imposter, then it wouldn't be interesting.

After creating a phantom clone and merging with the clown puppet, Mark controlled the clown in the pot to climb out and then slowly stretch his body.

At this moment, Mark was as if he were playing a real game, curiously observing the world through the demon clown Saco.

There's no problem with perception, but the pain sensation could be modified and changed to pleasure, since this puppet clone will definitely take a lot of punches in the future.

After doing all this, Mark himself left the basement.

After returning home, Mark washed up and went to bed. At the same time, Mark controlled the Demon Joker to leave the basement and get into a car parked on the side of the road.

The clown, driving a small car, headed straight for Los Angeles.

It's time for some pranks!

Two nights later, in the chairman's office at the Wayne Building in Los Angeles.

Bruce stared absently at the documents in his hand, and for some reason, he had a bad feeling about it.

Bruce trusted his instincts, so he stopped what he was doing and went to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at the pitch-black night outside, Bruce fell into deep thought.

He actually quite likes his current life. He doesn't need to fight criminals, there are no clowns bothering him, and he doesn't have to worry about the world ending one day.

Without his nemesis, the Joker, he even felt a sense of emptiness, but Bruce thought it was a good thing.

Rumble.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and Bruce, who had been staring blankly at the scenery outside, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He saw a person standing on the roof of the building opposite, a clown dressed in a circus costume.

Bruce blinked, then stared intently at the building across the street.

He felt that he might be experiencing blurred vision or hallucinations due to long hours of work.

at last.

After another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, he finally saw the face of the person on the rooftop.

He really is a clown!

However, it wasn't the clown he knew.

"Maybe it's just some Joker fanatic having fun?" Bruce thought to himself, making up an excuse for the bizarre Joker.

Batman is still very popular in this world, and the Joker is also very popular, with quite a few fans.

Adding to the trouble his name brings, it's likely that some die-hard fans want to dress up as clowns to scare him, or pay homage to a scene from a comic book.

Bruce kept trying to comfort himself.

Just as Bruce was about to successfully fool himself, the Joker on the other side suddenly made a knocking motion on the door.

At the same time, there was a knock on the office door.

Bruce's expression instantly turned cold. Now he could no longer convince himself, and he was certain that this was no ordinary clown.

Bruce doesn't believe in coincidences.

Bruce turned and said, "Come in."

"Boss, here's a package for you, delivered from your hometown."

"The security department has already checked it, and the package does not pose any danger."

Bruce glanced at the package in his secretary's hand, then nodded. "Put the package on my desk, then close the door. I need some peace and quiet."

The female assistant nodded, then turned and closed the door.

After the female assistant left, Bruce went to the box.

Thinking of the eerie clown across from him, Bruce picked up the utility knife next to him and carefully cut open the outer packaging of the delivery box.

"Click"

The sound of gears turning filled the quiet office.

Before Bruce could react, a strange clown doll sprang out of the box, having already sensed something was wrong.

Along with the appearance of the eerie clown came a strange, shrill laugh.

Ah ~

Stimulated by the eerie sound, terrifying images from the past flooded Bruce's mind like a tidal wave.

The land turned to scorched earth, Gotham City reduced to ruins, Robin dying in his arms, his comrades reduced to slaves in the shadow world, the Batcave that once brought him fear, and his father and mother lying in pools of blood.

These memories, which he wanted to forget but couldn't, kept replaying in his mind.

After a while.

Bruce, looking as if he had lived through an eternity, leaned on his desk, his face deathly pale, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

Bruce, panting heavily, looked at the bizarre clown doll in front of him with lingering fear.

Life in this world is too comfortable; I've actually forgotten to stay vigilant at all times.

If that clown doll had popped out with a few poison needles along with it, he might have been done for today.

Thinking this through, Bruce calmed down and looked out the window, or more precisely, at the clown on the roof of the building across the street.

Outside the window, it was pitch black, but a row of bloody words appeared on the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Great Batman, nice to meet you. I hope you like the gift I prepared for you.

The Devil Clown - Sakho.

Looking at the line of scarlet words, Bruce actually felt a sense of relief.

"Thank goodness it's the Devil Joker, not the Gotham Joker," Bruce thought, feeling both relieved and somewhat disappointed.

Bruce picked up the box from the table, repacked it, and then carefully placed it aside.

"This is quite a surprise," Bruce muttered to himself.

He decided to keep the gift safe as a reminder of his carelessness that day.

Bruce, who had brought a gift with him, left the company and drove back to his own estate.

Back at his base in the underground cellar, Bruce said, "Alfred, God doesn't want me to be too idle in this world, so he specially found me a playmate. Could you please help me find out some information about the Demon Joker?"

"Yes, sir."

An electronic voice rang out in the empty room.

Bruce, meanwhile, was pondering what had happened with those terrifying images from before.

That wasn't fear gas, because he had been exposed to fear gas before; the two are completely different sensations.

This was something he couldn't understand, and it was very likely magic.

Bruce also reflected on his actions since arriving in this world. After confirming that he had not offended any strange or mysterious beings, Bruce quickly identified the culprit.

"Is this the Lord of Shadows' revenge?" Bruce wondered.

Alfred's voice rang out: "I'm sorry, sir, all the information circulating online about the Demon Clown has absolutely no connection to the Demon Clown you're talking about."

"But according to surveillance footage, a strange clown drove into Los Angeles two days ago, and he came from New York."

"It really is New York." Bruce was now even more certain that the Lord of Shadows had made his move.

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