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

His vision, which had been blurred by the rain, suddenly became clear, and he saw the burly man, who was half his height, standing there with his fists clenched and breathing heavily, as if he could rush up at any time.

"I'll count to three, two, one, and then run," the Riddler suddenly said.

The Penguin Man silently retreated half a step.

"three."

"two……"

Without waiting for a moment, he took off running. He was extremely agile and nimble, which did not match his size.

The Riddler stood there, watching Bane, who had taken off out of caution, then looked back at the Penguin, who had run a hundred meters, and shrugged, "I didn't say who was running."

……

Bane, especially the early Bane, is the same as Batman. He will plan some comprehensive and error-tolerant plans and strictly implement them.

This also leads to one thing: if things go too far beyond expectations, Bane will choose to escape.

This is what happened to Lucian, this is what happened to Fear Gas, and this is what happened to the whole of Gotham now dressed as bats.

"Are you sure he won't hit me?" A, disguised as a bat, asked B next to him while cautiously looking at Bane who was less than a meter away from him.

"Look at it brightly. The probability of us getting beaten is 50-50." B trembled.

Heat rising from Bane's body due to his rapid movement surged out. He held his fists down like some kind of wild beast, and the pressure from his height frightened anyone who was shorter than him.

But in Bane's eyes, he saw two bat monsters that were far larger than him standing in front of him, with their bat wings spread out, looking down from above, and making sharp and hoarse cries.

He clearly hadn't injected any venom, but his mind had turned into a mess - wherever he went, he could see at least one bat.

It's as if this is a city made up of bats!

……

"Bane came here after you in your bat form, and targeting you is just a coincidence... Theoretically, before he gets familiar with you, other people in bat form will also attract his attention."

"Similarly, if you translate the bat into a lot of people, a whole city, or some concept, Bane will see that as something to be defeated."

"Of course, he might not have realized it before, but now he has realized it... So, don't worry, Batman. If he ever bothers you again, it will be a long time later."

"As for me... don't be too nervous, we are in the same group."

"us?"

"Me, and you."

It is autumn now. It is raining outside and it is cold and gloomy. The fire in the fireplace is rising, and the red and yellow light is swaying.

A woolen blanket covers my legs, and a cup of steaming hot black tea is at hand.

Lucian had long since thrown away the clothes he had used to intimidate Bane. His curly hair hung softly on his shoulders, and he sank into the sofa like a cat.

Standing before him was Batman, who had watched him light the fireplace, find a blanket, make some tea, and sit on the sofa.

Lucian looks so skilled that he looks more like the owner of the manor than Batman.

"Don't think about it, Detective. I know you're guessing who I am now?"

"Recall, use your clever brain. We have met before. Have you forgotten?"

Batman hadn't forgotten, and he recognized the face—a reporter he'd traded under the identity of Bruce for Jason.

It is also the object that Jason has always considered suspicious and investigated.

Batman didn't ignore him, on the contrary, he was also secretly monitoring their communication when he noticed Jason's unnatural attention.

So, Batman rightfully asks, "What's your relationship to the Joker?"

This is no longer a coincidence. Lucian looks exactly like the Joker in this universe.

"It's always these questions that leave people with absolutely no desire to answer them, Detective. Come up with something new."

But Lucian was too lazy to care about these things - if he really wanted to find out, it would trigger some origin story that he didn't want to see.

So Batman asks the next question:

"What's your relationship to Batman?"

Lucien was just about to take a sip of tea when he heard this and raised his eyes:

“…Is this question really that original?”

Chapter 243 Detective, where is your suspicion?

"What you're saying is—I'm the real Joker, and the one in Blackgate Prison is Oberon?"

"Shit! Are you sure you are Batman and not Bane in disguise?"

While Lucian was still smugly trying to whet Batman's appetite, he never expected that he would say this ten minutes later.

Perhaps because Lucian was reluctant to tell the truth directly, Batman didn't have the patience to guess one by one. After another brief silence, he brought up a seemingly insignificant matter:

"Oberon and the Joker have the same appearance."

"You know Oberon is me, right?" Lucien asked. "Why not say 'You look like the Joker'?"

"You are not Auberon."

"Then who is it?"

Lucian would do some very suspicious things to get himself into trouble, so Batman's next inference was within his expectations.

"On March 12, Oberon appeared in Gotham. At this time, his name was Tom Andrew, and he worked as a temporary worker inside Arkham."

"On April 1st, during the chaos, Oberon and the Joker exchanged identities, and the Joker confessed on his behalf. The Joker himself then became this British writer."

"What you're saying is—I'm the real Joker, and the one in Blackgate Prison is Oberon?"

"Shit! Are you sure you are Batman and not Bane in disguise?"

Lucian was not surprised by this speculation, but what surprised him was that the chain of evidence for the bat was too perfunctory.

It was so perfunctory that it was just "I'm thinking about it".

He pointed at the scar on his face and said, "You think this thing can be made overnight? Even if it's aged, it wouldn't take weeks or months to achieve this effect."

"Use your brain and don't tell jokes that I can't hold back."

Batman glanced at him—and then Lucian suddenly calmed down. He was stunned for a moment, then reacted and laughed knowingly: "So you are testing me with something you are not sure about?"

"It's confirmed now."

"Well... damn it."

Lucien felt that the reason Batman's test was successful was probably because he was still a little nervous.

But it wouldn't be a bad thing to let Batman distinguish that he and the Joker are two different people.

"I thought you would be more concerned about why I knew Bane's whereabouts in advance and helped you with this matter."

But Batman doesn't seem to want to delve into it, at least not yet.

After confirming that Lucian and the Joker were two people, he had no desire to say more and turned to leave.

"? I remember this is the Wayne Mansion... Are you just leaving like that?"

"I remember I was still a suspicious person, right?"

He hadn't even turned around yet, Lucian muttered to himself.

"Alfred will entertain you, I have more important things to do."

Lucian stared at his back and suddenly understood why the Joker was unhappy with Batman for shifting his attention to someone else. He now felt as if ants were crawling all over his body.

But at least he wasn't a pervert like the Joker. After a brief moment of dissatisfaction, he noticed that Batman was injured. Although he hid it well, when he turned around, Lucian noticed that he had exposed a little bit of his wounds:

"Are you cosplaying as Penguin?"

Batman didn't turn around or reply, it seemed like he really didn't want to talk anymore.

...Isn’t that right?

Detective, how suspicious are you?

Lucien sat on the sofa, feeling that no matter how much fire there was in the fireplace, it couldn't warm his gradually cooling heart.

----

For Bane, the development of things was somewhat magical and complicated, making him wonder whether he had stepped into the Joker's vicious circle since entering Gotham.

When he first arrived in Gotham, the Joker was still active, and although the Joker turned himself in and made a big mess a few days later... Bane really didn't take him seriously.

Then, before he could confidently kill Batman, Bane thought that the Joker was gone - he thought!

Then he was stabbed in the back by his own assumptions. The facts told Bane that he had underestimated a famous super villain, and he paid the price for it.

Although Bain felt that this was not his problem.

Who would have thought that the first person to appear after stealing Batman's home would not be Batman, but the Joker who should have been crying behind bars in Blackgate Penitentiary? ? And a Joker with a broken back who couldn't die???

Bane even suspected that he was discovered as soon as he arrived in Gotham. Even the Joker claimed that it was a large-scale reality show put on for him by Batman and GCPD.

This incredible thing makes the fact that in the end, all you see are bat monsters seem strangely reasonable... Is it really reasonable?

What the hell is this?

Ice???

Even the Joker isn't done here, as Bane is rescued before he has to jump into the Gotham River to sober himself up.

By the way, he was injected with an antidote.

The hallucination finally returned to normal...and guess who saved him?

Bane looked expressionlessly at the person in front of him with a familiar look - why was it Harley Quinn?

At this moment, he realized that his feeling was correct and he really stepped into the clown's vicious circle.

Then Bane heard Harley Quinn say: "Since I saved you, let's go to Blackgate Prison together and give me my pudding."

Oh? Pudding? I've never heard of Harley Quinn having any feelings for anyone other than the Joker.

"It's the Joker—he's been deceived! Bewitched! Woohoo, he must be waiting for me to rescue him!"

Bane looked at Harley Quinn, who suddenly went from sane to insane at the mention of the Joker, and questioned from the bottom of his heart: