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

It was stained with blood, like a painting.

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If I am guilty, may God punish me.

Instead, when I finally broke free from the shackles, a bat grabbed my neck and lifted me up.

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The lack of oxygen made my face flush red, my hands involuntarily dug for things that were restricting my breathing, and my feet kicked wildly.

"boom--"

Being thrown to the ground.

He coughed desperately, and just as he caught his breath, he raised his hand and said hoarsely: "I'm not a clown..."

Disclaimer.

Even though he didn't know what the clown had done.

It's a good thing. It's a good thing.

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The disclaimer worked. Batman didn't attack again. Lucian paused for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, but quickly gave up and raised his hand: "Tell me what happened?"

"Let me see how far he has gotten me this time."

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The Joker takes a month - the time in reality and dreams is not equal - to regain his reputation as the criminal king.

Chapter 168 Sea

In a dream - in the eternal dusk that I haven't seen for a long time.

"Lucian" walked over, his footsteps sinking into the yellow sand. Instead of sitting on the wooden chair, he walked to the beach and looked down at the gentle waves, which stopped at his toes again and again, but never got any closer.

There was no trace of the madness he had when facing Batman on his face, nor was there any abnormality on his face. The corners of his mouth were straight, without a smile:

"I thought he would be smart enough to understand what he was missing, and although it turned out to be a good thing - it seems to be a reckless good thing, and he didn't understand what was going on."

Who was he talking to? But only the wind responded, and the sea reflected his figure. He was talking to himself.

It's like the narcissistic Narcissus in Greek mythology confessing his love to his reflection on the water.

"I should have warned him, but he needs to learn to think. He can't go on like this. He needs to suffer a great loss... He's simply too naive and foolish to realize what the point of this world is..." He sounded like he was accusing her, but he chuckled as he spoke.

"I shouldn't blame him... I can't blame the person I used to be."

"I will break it down and tell him about it, just like a mother bird feeding her chicks. I will do this... I will tell him what I saw and what he needs to do..."

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"We don't share memories, or it may be a one-sided sharing, but I really don't know what he has done." Lucian was secretly amazed after listening to the Joker's big moves in recent days.

They developed a method to release nitrous oxide in crowded places; they broke into hospitals and detonated bombs late at night; they obtained guns from Oswald and gave them to his new fans... They committed crimes without purpose or warning, and they always left the crime scene one step ahead.

It wasn't until now that he kidnapped a decent person with a name other than Batman... that he took the initiative to show up in public.

how did you do that?

He wanted to ask, but he knew now was not the time.

Batman didn't seem to be in a hurry to find those captured decent people. He seemed more concerned about Lucian: "Why did he come back to life in you?"

Of course it’s because of super powers.

But this murderous blackened bat doesn't gain much trust from Lucian:

"Have you ever seen Hamlet? The scene where the old king possesses Hamlet... The Joker is dead, but you know how strange his existence is. Perhaps he has a 'ghost'. I've been called the Joker before... Honestly, it's surprising he didn't kill me the moment he found out I was impersonating him."

"Perhaps he was acting as a ghost and took over my body like the wizards in Irish legends, putting me into a deep sleep."

It was a good excuse, but Batman wasn't buying it. He pulled something from his belt, like some kind of gem: "This can detect the presence of ghosts."

Lucien looked at it, stunned for a moment, then looked up at Batman.

Batman put the gem away: "Tell the truth."

Lucian also told the truth a lot. He didn't think his time travel was a secret, but the problem was that this was a strange killer bat.

Seriously, he trusts the Joker more than Batman - even though he knows he shouldn't trust anyone.

Lucian was silent for a long time, then sighed, "I'm also a clown... a clown from another world. I can't explain it. You should be able to see that I'm much weaker than him."

"you are not."

No one knows what Batman's criteria are. Seeing that Lucian hadn't come up with another decent reason, he said his own inference:

"That's you in the future, coming back to the present and wanting to change."

"Wait, I'm not the Flash..."

Well, he is.

Lucian felt a little discouraged when he thought of Barry, who had always had little presence.

"But you..." Why do you have such speculation?

"Okay, okay, I get it." Lucian made an "OK" gesture. "The Joker traveled through time and space, and then Batman also traveled through time and space... God, this is so normal. I knew that you two would always be in the same quantum state and would always be entangled to the ends of the earth."

As for why his future self would be a clown, Lucien also understood - after experiencing the worst day that appeared out of nowhere, his mentality was broken and he finally became like a clown.

He looked up at Batman and even wanted to sing: For you, I became a clown~ For you, I became crazy~

Damn it!

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He sat cross-legged on the ground, felt in his trouser pocket, found a cigarette and lit it: "You should talk to him."

"Chlorpromazine, clozapine injections, repetitive transcranial magnetic stimulation...pills and physical methods can stabilize our existence and put one of us into a deep sleep, usually me...you guys talk, and call me when you're done."

He's kind of playing badly.

Batman looked at him and said slowly, "If I wanted to kill him, I should kill you first. This would create a grandmother paradox in the timeline, but he was one step faster—he was killed by you first, and used the special nature of his abilities to share a body with you."

"This will trigger another ability of yours... When there's only one you in the world, you won't die."

Yes, that's how the code is written.

Lucien nodded repeatedly.

"So, whether I want to kill him or you, I need to resurrect him and restore your personalities to their original state. The Lazarus Pool can easily do that."

"Why didn't you do it?" Lucian asked. "Couldn't the source of the Lazarus Pool be blown up and all the stock stolen?"

-22 What the Joker did, judging by Batman’s expression, the Joker did it again in the future.

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It's also dead.

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"There's a way." Lucian offered sincere advice: "Stuff me into the Iron Maiden and throw me into the sea; nail me to a cross and let me burn in the sun; tie me to the Caucasus Mountains and train a condor to eat my liver... I mean, just because I'm immortal doesn't mean I'm invincible. You can torture me with infinite punishment."

"But that will turn you against the Joker."

This surprised Lucian. "I thought that in your mind, the past and the future were no different. Besides, you originally wanted to kill me, not let me go."

"Killing and intentional torture are two different things. I've been through this kind of torture before, so I understand how powerful it is." Batman said, "I will kill you, but I will make your death as quick as possible."

Lucian narrowed his eyes, confused. "I thought you had turned evil, Killerbat."

The angle and laughter of this killer bat's madness seemed different, and he had a very subtle bottom line.

Killing, but with basic principles... It seems that killing is a means to an end for him, not a way to vent his emotions.

Somewhat like...

Lucian.

Chapter 169 Mirror

They begin discussing the question of "to kill or not to kill," much like the Joker and Batman discussed.

"I'm not familiar with you, Bat. I've always had a stereotype... I thought killing was evil, destruction, the ultimate... I want to ask, what does it mean to you now?"

Batman said: "I agree with Paul's philosophy - violence, blood, and death. This is the way to make Gotham a better place."

"Twenty-eight years is enough for America to realize Gotham's situation, but it's under private control. Paul may be a dictator, but can you imagine what Gotham would be like without him?"

This is a capitalist society. If it weren't for Paul's paranoid defense of justice, this place would become a paradise for capital - the city would use all its resources to provide for a few people.

"You mean, the Court of Owls?" Lucian suddenly said.

"That's right." In the night, Batman looked like a dripping stone beast that often spread its wings on the eaves: "Gotham is a city abandoned by the United States. The Constitution has been replaced by private law. There are enough problems that can't be solved by imprisonment. That's why I kill people."

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Lucian looked up at him, as if he were looking at a sculpture:

"You don't have to explain it to me at all—whether you kill or not makes no difference to me."

He was about to sneer, but then he thought of the hesitation he had in his dream about whether to kill or not, and his expression turned grim. "You used ample reasons to explain why you killed someone, but to me, it's just that your willpower finally gave way, and you were finally convinced."

"You are no longer Sisyphus pushing the boulder, but a prostitute—moaning and yet faithful. Ha! Telling every client: Even though I've fallen into prostitution, it's because I have no choice. You are my only one? Have you ever cried?"

He choked up his voice and intoned, "I lost my parents when I was eight, and grew up with only one relative. During the day, I was insulted and mocked, and at night, someone even put a sack on me... I'm selling my ass here to survive, to save this city. Is that right?"

The words are vulgar and lack the most basic respect between people.

As expected, the fist hit his brow bone, and Lucian was slammed to the ground. His vision was a little blurry, and he used his arms to support his body and climbed up. He wanted to taunt:

"Shh-"

There was a slight sound of air flow in his ears. Lucian originally thought it was Batman, but he soon realized that the one who liked to do this was - the Joker.

As if to verify his guess, a smiling voice followed: "Don't be so excited, dear, we can all see that you are the whore."

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