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

Why the clown again?

Isn't the Joker in Wayne Manor?

Are you also part of the Joker and Batman play???

Bane thought Harley Quinn was crazy, but because she had helped him, he still gave her a good look: "Are you sure he's there?"

"I'm sure!!" Harley Quinn then went on to cry about how pitiful, miserable, and in need of help the Joker was.

Bane also felt that he was quite pitiful and miserable and needed help.

But fortunately, Harley Quinn still has some rationality. At least she knows that helping Bane won't make him go all out and just try to break through the defenses of Blackgate Prison.

Bane agreed, not because he had a conscience, but mainly because he was curious about what the Joker was like. Is there more than one Joker in Gotham?

Is this a team?

What's the name of the team? The Jokers?

But Bane had come into contact with the Joker Gang and felt that the people in it were either born crazy or not. Although their mental states were quite strange, his intuition told him that it was unlikely that they were all clowns.

All in all, as an arrogant foreigner, Bain finally felt a little admiration for the local criminals in his heart.

Chapter 244 The Clown

The key cells of Blackgate Prison are different from the key wards of Arkham Asylum. The core here is imprisonment rather than treatment.

There is no natural light in the key cells, no humane monthly exercises, no regular physical examinations and psychological treatment by doctors, no medicine and no desserts.

This place is similar to Russia's Black Swan Prison. The cameras record every angle, including going to the toilet. There is no privacy at all. You have to get up and go to bed on time. After getting up, you are not allowed to sit down and must stand in the middle of the room until you eat and sleep. In order to disrupt the prisoners' sense of time, nothing is done on time here. The hours can be extended or shortened by two to three hours at any time.

Incandescent lamps were always on, as bright as day even when they were sleeping. The prisoners had to get used to and endure sleeping in the light - they could not lie on their side, cover their heads with quilts, or make any noise.

People who live here are deprived of time, deprived of shame, and deprived of basic human rights.

And there is currently only one person living in this kind of place.

——The former clown.

He was wearing a thin prison uniform, standing barefoot by the wall, tapping the wall with his forehead, humming softly:

"You come from far, far away, not from anywhere else in this world."

"Just to snatch me away from the wild laughter and plunge me into the filth and mire."

"You don't know that human drama requires all kinds of roles. You will fall into the hell of joy forever..."

There is no rhyme, as if it is a word made up of various sentences, without specific meaning, without hatred, resentment, or love, as if it is a priest's prayer in front of a grave.

"He's been reading this since he came in. Did Batman say anything?"

The prison guard who took turns checking the surveillance camera where the clown was located 24 hours a day stretched out his body in boredom.

"I haven't heard of it, but it's normal. He's a psycho after all." The other prison guard was quite competent. Although there was nothing to see, his eyes did not leave the surveillance screen.

The slacker crossed his hands behind his head, lost in thought for a moment, then stood up and took two cups of coffee: "Here, there are still three hours left."

"Thank you." He took it and looked away from the surveillance camera, looking at the foam on the coffee. "This job is really easy, except that my butt hurts and I feel sleepy."

There was nothing abnormal about the clown at this moment, and there was nothing abnormal about the prison.

……

"Give me a second to talk."

"That's a long talk, call your father."

"Are you treating me like a child?"

"Be more confident and remove the question mark." Lucian looked at Jason, who was leaning against the door frame, still wearing his Robin uniform. "I can't pretend I can't see the issue of preventing minors from becoming addicted to porn."

Jason clenched his fists and retorted, "I still miss when you were pretending."

Refers to the first meeting.

"Speaking of which." Lucian took out a notepad from his pocket—who knows why he brought it with him—and blinked: "Did Setu give you a good introduction to sex education?"

"You already knew it!"

Lucien smiled at Jason's angry expression, "Otherwise, where would I get the patience to play with you?"

He switched to another leg that was raised.

"But since I'm in a good mood now, you can talk."

Jason suppressed his anger. He had long seen through Lucian's bad taste these days. He walked forward, sat on the chair opposite, and said without further ado:

"How do you do all this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Bane."

"I thought your dad would explain."

Jason's expression became visibly more annoyed: "He asked me to ask you!"

Lucian was even more surprised: "How could he be so..." He couldn't find a good adjective for a moment.

The oak imported from the Black Forest in Germany burned quietly, the flames licking the fireplace. There was no light on, and this was the only source of light, flickering on half of their faces.

Lucien knew that although he was facing Jason now, at this moment, or later, Batman was watching him.

"Let's start by talking about how the Joker became what he is."

In the Batcave, Alfred looked at the scene of their conversation and wrapped the gauze around Batman's injured back: "Is this what you expected, sir?"

Apparently, yes.

"He didn't leave because he was prepared to deal with it. If I were in front of him, he would tell more than one version of the story."

"Will Jason tell the truth if he goes?"

"No, but if I act uninterested, he'll try to lure me in with a version that's closest to the truth."

"That sounds quite reasonable." Alfred sighed and used scissors to cut off the excess gauze.

Batman didn't say what he thought Lucian had based his actions on.

The basis is not difficult.

Because that's what clowns do.

Alfred cleared the tray and threw the blood-stained cotton into the trash can. He looked at Batman, who had sat back down in his chair to watch the two men talking.

"For God's sake, do you want to sleep or get a sedative?"

"Perhaps there is a third option?"

"Of course! Out of respect for the group, which hasn't seen the president for a long time, there's also an invitation to a meeting for Wayne!"

It was common knowledge that Wayne attended the meeting to catch up on sleep, so there was really only one option.

Batman didn't fight again, but his eyes didn't leave the screen. A hoarse voice sounded from under the mask, which was very deterrent:

"Wait until I finish this bedtime story."

……

"It's visible to the naked eye. Even though I'm disfigured, if you compare them, you can see that the Joker and I are actually the same person."

“As far as I know, he doesn’t have a twin,” Jason interrupted.

"Of course, rude boy, we are not twin brothers. I said - one person, and by one person I mean that our DNA match is higher than 99.99%."

The reason why Lucian knew this was because he had tested himself. The strange thing was that his genes had been changed by countless things, a wave of Dionysus factor, a wave of Amber Gold, a wave of Speed ​​Force, and maybe a wave of the God of Time. He didn't know how many waves had changed his gene chain beyond recognition.

Then a person appears, who has the exact same genetic chain as Lucian, which is really strange.

"We're not clones, and there's no distinction between true and false. I'm certain he's me, but I'm also certain he's definitely not me... If we only focus on our relationship, it's meaningless."

"But I know his weakness." Lucian smiled faintly, "So he went to jail."

"What if he knew your weakness?" Jason asked.

"The one in jail is me!"

Jason nodded. "But what does this have to do with Bane?"

"The original plan was that the Joker would join forces with Bane, and Batman wouldn't come back so easily."

"So you're from the future?"

Chapter 245 Superman's true identity is Luthor

"If you insist on understanding it that way," Lucian shrugged. "I have no objection."

When people live in the world, they always leave traces, but Lucian's traces are very shallow and superficial, with only a fake Oberon to keep the scene.

It's natural to compare his face with the Joker, then discover the connection between the two, and then start to infer conspiracy theories.

"I like this kind of reason," Alfred said. "I would like it even more if I saw it in 'If It Were True, It Would Be Weird'."

("If It Were True, It Would Be Very Strange" by Elizabeth Gaskell, a 19th-century mystery and fantasy novel.)

Batman stared at the screen, but unfortunately couldn't see anything to arouse suspicion.

"You suspect I'm connected to the Joker and that this is all a conspiracy." Lucian bluntly said, "I think." He paused and smiled, "You're right to suspect."

He flexed his fingers and said, "But since you didn't handcuff me and take me to the police station, it means your suspicions are not confirmed."

"Then let's put the test aside. I have something more important to do."

Lucien still didn't want to talk to Jason and was ready to change the subject.

He always felt that this kind of confession was too weird, so it would be better for us to both be riddlers, you guess yours and I do mine.

Lucien walked to the window, leaned against it, tapped the window frame with his knuckles, and looked at the Q-version clay of Superman placed on it.

Jason turned his gaze over, along with Batman's attention, and then they saw Lucian pick up the clay Superman, pinch it, and say:

"Boy, do you believe there are aliens in the world?"

Jason: ...