Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

It's Batman.

His eyeglasses were pale white, and there was a faint smell of blood on his body.

Lucien saw the Joker approach Batman, lower his head to sniff, and then raise a smile.

"Bats, ha," he said.

Batman couldn't see the Joker, so he naturally couldn't react. He walked straight towards Lucian, and the raised corners of his cloak pierced through the Joker's body.

"Hello... If you have any questions, I am willing to tell you the truth." Lucian slowly raised his hand to show that he was harmless.

The black shadow looked down from above. Although he knew clearly that it was a person, he couldn't help but feel terrified. However, he didn't seem to want to get any information from Lucian. He was just observing, considering, and watching... just like Lucian was waiting for blood transfusion, just watching.

The misaligned sight allowed Lucien to see the Joker standing behind Batman. The Joker smiled indifferently and looked at Batman with a strange look. After noticing Lucien's eyes, he said, "What did I say... Two days later? Or three days later? See, see, I'll know!"

"What are you looking at?" Batman suddenly asked.

"……clown."

Lucian thought Batman would say something, but he didn't say anything. His eyes lingered on Lucian's face, still without saying a word.

"You look very similar to the Joker." Batman suddenly said, "The skeleton, the appearance... there are only slight differences in weight and height."

Lucian turned his head to look at the hallucinatory clown, and the clown imitated his expression and looked at him as well.

The same high nose bridge, the same deep eye sockets, and the questioning expressions they expressed were also surprisingly similar.

Lucien remained indifferent, while the Joker smiled.

"You are the Joker." Batman suddenly said with certainty.

"Where did you get this conjecture from? Besides, even if I look like the Joker, are you someone who judges people's character based on appearance?"

Lucian's face turned cold, and he turned his gaze to Batman, then slowly got up from the ground: "You should come and provide me with evidence to convince me, instead of just relying on a conclusion that I don't agree with."

He stood up.

Lucien is very tall, at about 1.9 meters, almost 2 meters tall, but not very strong. A thin layer of fat covers the most basic muscles. His body shape itself makes people wonder whether he is thin due to poverty.

"When I first arrived in this world, my memories told me you were trustworthy... I followed my memories and trusted you, telling you what I knew, without hiding anything or making excuses... I thought my sincerity would be rewarded with the same trust."

"Instead of this ridiculous suspicion!" He crossed his arms and laughed sarcastically, "If I were a clown, what would be the point of killing myself?"

When Lucian bent down, hunched his back, let his fluffy brown hair blow on the side of his face, and looked at people with a pair of gentle, warm eyes that reflected the light, no one would not feel pity for him. People would think of him as a large dog, harmless and shy.

But now Lucien's hair is no longer fluffy due to the humidity, but sticks to his scalp. His eyes have become so cold and half-smiling. He no longer bends his back, and he feels weird and oppressive.

"I don't know why you feel this way, but I also question whether you have been influenced by the Joker."

"Yes." Batman was surprisingly sincere.

"...But I'm not." Lucian was equally sincere. "I'm not a clown. I have an independent personality, clear goals, and distinct character. I maintain the most basic ethics in my dealings with others... Not to mention, he hurt me, and I killed him."

He looked at Batman's hard mouth and said, "Let's change the subject... I believe you didn't come to me for this problem. What are you here for?"

It was already night in Gotham. Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the neon lights of Crime Alley were dim. The only light came from the incandescent lamp in the living room. Batman looked at him, and the corners of his hard, cold mouth suddenly curled up slowly: "I'm here to kill you."

!

"You're already laughing like crazy?!"

Looking at the similar smiles of Batman and the Joker, Lucian's scalp was about to explode: "Or... let's talk about the Joker..."

"Hey! Baby! You're immortal!" the clown's hallucination warned him dissatisfiedly, "You should provoke! Explore! Use your life to find the answers! You need to show your charisma... Be a little bolder, a little more reckless, be steadfast and unyielding, and disregard life and death!"

But then I'd look even more like a clown.

Lucian said silently in his heart.

I might as well wait for the law of cause and effect to save me.

If this were a novel or a movie, no one would consider this kind of person the protagonist. A true immortal would unleash a vibrant charisma, especially in this kind of environment. This would make for a brilliant, tit-for-tat rivalry.

But Lucian simply pursed his lips, facing the situation with an attitude completely inconsistent with his abilities and appearance, and smiled ingratiatingly: "Don't kill me, I can be completely loyal to you... Perhaps you want to know something else? The Dark Multiverse? Barbatos?"

"Killing me is completely unrewarding. I'm far more useful alive than dead."

Batman didn't answer and turned the gun in his hand... This was the same gun that Lucian used to kill the Joker. No, it should be said that it was the same one.

But Lucien had already returned the gun to its original owner...

"There's one last bullet in here." Batman raised his hand and locked eyes with him: "If you can dodge it..."

"You'll just let me go?"

"I'll shoot again."

Lucian looked at him in disbelief: "Are you joking?"

"It's not in character to say this."

"Yes! That's right! That's your mistake—transferring a two-dimensional impression to a three-dimensional person." The hallucinating Joker laughed: "Just like me, just like Batman."

"You think the Joker is a bad guy, you doubt and curse him, but you firmly believe that Batman is a good guy, without questioning it at all... But, dear, look, who is holding the gun now? And who is facing death?"

The hallucinatory Joker stroked the gun, his figure almost overlapping with Batman, and his ostentatious smile was imprinted in the air, making it impossible to tell which face it was.

"It's not Batman who's hurting you, it's your prejudice against the Joker... I've given you enough hints."

"And you." He snorted.

The air was silent, quiet, anxious and sticky, as if you were in the sea of ​​fire in the distance this morning.

"Shoot." Lucian suddenly laughed: "I bet I can survive."

Chapter 11 Our Great Mr. Luther

Lucien didn't think the bullet would actually fire... Even if Batman had never killed anyone, wouldn't it be too boring and vulgar to kill people with a pistol?

He should be killed with darts, with grappling hooks, with fists...even with the Batmobile.

But something cut through the air and made a sound.

A bullet fired.

Lucien watched as it rightfully struck the pistol Batman was aiming at.

Then, a blue, handsome figure like a god stood in the air, and a red, agile and beautiful goddess landed on the narrow balcony.

Superman and Wonder Woman are here.

"Boring...boring!" The hallucinatory clown hissed loudly, very disappointed.

……

Lucian was brought to a rather clean and bright place, full of modern automation and technology.

Only the faint sound of a flying creature flapping its wings from above proved who the owner of this place was.

Bat cave.

He was brought here with Batman.

"I have an immature suggestion." Lucian whispered to Red Hood beside him.

The Red Hood was once killed and resurrected by the Joker. Compared to others, his feelings towards Lucian, who killed the Joker, are indescribably complicated: "What?"

"I suggest taking him away." Lucian pointed at Batman, then at himself: "Follow me, as far away as you can."

"I'm afraid he'll come in in the middle of the night and kill me."

Red Hood pondered for a moment, recalling the moment he saw Batman pointing his gun at Lucian. Although he thought the bullet wouldn't fire, but...

"Well, if it makes you feel more secure."

“This makes me feel really safe…”

Lucian was taken to a very simple room... It was hard to imagine that the Batcave, which represents high technology, would have such a simple place.

A bed welded to the wall, an iron table, a few books, and a toilet separated by frosted glass.

Lucian was a little stagnant: "I live here?"

"It's already luxurious." Red Hood crossed his arms and sneered, "And Batman only has a bed."

That is indeed luxurious.

With the comparison, Lucien was not so resistant anymore. He walked in obediently and watched the heavy door, which looked like a bank vault, close.

"They won't trust you anymore."

Turning around, he saw the hallucinatory clown again. The cigarette in the clown's mouth was half burned, and he was wearing a jazz hat that he got from somewhere.

Lucien glanced at the camera, which was flashing red light, without thinking of answering.

But the clown persisted: "These birds are the most suspicious, and you are so suspicious."

"Perhaps they will soon discover that your symptoms are different from the others. They will soon realize that a full-body blood transfusion is useless... And you, the one who caused them to miss the best opportunity for treatment, are the most suspicious. They will no longer trust you."

Lucian couldn't help but whispered, "I didn't expect them to believe it in the first place... and you're wrong. The one they don't believe is you."

"Yeah! That's right!" The clown laughed, "The person they don't trust is me!"

"But what about you? You, a person with no memory, no past, who showed up out of nowhere...will they believe it?"

Won't……

Especially since Lucien himself cannot fully trust his own memory.

He looked at the camera, which was already small enough, and laughed: "I can't even trust my own memory."

"But you can trust me."

"Are you asking someone who can't even trust himself to trust others?" Lucian asked in an unimaginable tone, "Are you dreaming?"

"...I don't know if I should remind you, baby."

"You were poisoned by the hypnotic gas as soon as you came in. You fell asleep... and we met in our dreams."

"..."

Lucian lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, sighed, and asked the same question: "Why did I kill you in the first place?"

And the clown's answer was the same: "Because it's fun."

But then he added, "Because it's exciting enough, with enough twists and turns, and dramatic enough... Because I hurt you, because you're impulsive! Reckless! Suspicious! And vindictive!"