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

"Do you know why?"

"...Please don't let me be the only one to make fun of you. Could you please finish what you want to say to me?"

"Boring!"

Chapter 26 We Are Sheep

It is now three o'clock in the afternoon. The sun has reached its peak and is slowly setting in the west. The light shines through the clouds, revealing an ambiguous and reluctant feeling.

Under the control of the Gotham Police Department who arrived belatedly, the crowd gradually calmed down.

"Everyone! Please listen to me!"

Prosecutor Lane walked out of the courthouse and shouted passionately, as if he was on the same side as the crowd, even in the same trench: "We have heard your appeal, and I am here to make a promise as the Gotham City District Attorney's Office!"

"I won't let anyone disrupt the justice of the court! I won't let Wayne reduce or even escape his due guilt for any reason!"

He is magnanimous and selfless, and he is high and mighty. He is more righteous than the Knight of Light and more majestic than the Knight of Darkness.

He completely embodies people's idea of ​​justice.

The gathered crowd looked up at him, their eyes gleaming with anticipation and longing.

“The masses have never truly thirsted for truth; they will turn a deaf ear to evidence that does not suit their taste. Anyone who can provide them with illusions can easily become their master.” - Gustave Le Bon, The Crowd

"You see, the masses are easily misled and easily controlled... If you are the only black goat in the flock, the lost lambs will follow you."

"As long as you create a beautiful enough bubble for them..."

The clown has a gentle demeanor, like the holy and compassionate Virgin Mary in Greek mythology, but because of the paint on his face, he appears to have a weird sense of superiority and contempt.

Lucian looked at him, feeling his teeth ache. Indescribable emotions emerged from the bottom of his heart, which made his face look a little strange. "Are you teaching me how to do pyramid selling?"

“MLM?”

As a super villain, it seemed like the Joker had never heard such vulgar words before. He even sounded a little confused: "I'm going to teach you how to do pyramid schemes?"

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not... The Lamb and the Black Goat is a Roman doctrine." The clown smiled, his eyes locked on him.

"I'm teaching you to be a godfather, child."

godfather?

Lucien felt that, at least in the Joker's words, the only difference between The Godfather and a pyramid scheme was probably the name.

"Next! I'd like to invite everyone!"

Prosecutor Lann looked at the docile and enthusiastic flock of sheep below and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction:

"Please elect a representative! I will invite him in! Watch the trial live! Oversee the fair operation of justice!"

Amid the noise, a young lady came out. She had big, bright golden waves and a beautiful, youthful smile on her face.

She is the most glamorous person in the crowd.

"What's your name, Miss?" Lan asked kindly, extending a hand.

She also extended a hand and smiled:

"Julie Palacios, you can call me Julie."

The two hands are clasped together, inseparable.

"A beautiful, fragile little lamb who lost her mate...Julie, right?"

Both the Joker and Lucien recognized her.

Julie now looks completely different from what Lucien saw when he first traveled through time.

She used to be mercenary, cautious, sophisticated and able to handle things with ease, but now she looks simple, bright, youthful, fragile and harmless.

"She seems... a little different." Lucian chose his words carefully: "She looks like someone from a metropolitan city, like a young woman..."

The clown uttered a "ha" sound, his tone was smiling, but his expression was sad: "But I only saw the death of a soul."

Those who have suffered can distinguish between their own kind, and only those who put themselves in others' shoes can look beyond the surface and see into the heart.

"The Gotham City Supreme Court is now in session. Due to an unexpected incident, the trial was temporarily suspended and will now resume. All parties please take your seats, and the jury members please take their seats."

With the sound of the gavel, the trial resumed.

Jason, sitting in the gallery, relaxed and muttered to Dick, "I'm ready to rush over and hold Bruce down."

Dick nodded slightly, "Me too."

There was no suspense in Batman's trial. According to American legal standards, a light sentence would be one to two years, and a heavy sentence would be fifteen years.

Looking at the faces of that group of people, the possibility of acquittal is not great, and what the lawyer needs to strive for is the lightest sentence possible.

Fortunately, Batman has never killed anyone, otherwise he would have been sentenced to life imprisonment.

The trial proceeded step by step, and the glorious and upright man looked at the defendant's seat with a pretentious look.

The figure in the dock was just as contented as when he once stood in the world of fame and fortune, holding a glass of champagne high.

But in this case, it comes across more like a feeble posturing.

The people present can gain fame and benefits from him, so they don't care whether the victim is just or innocent.

"If I were Batman... I'd kill all of these people."

Lucien looked at those different yet similar faces and was disgusted by their ugliness.

"So you're not Batman... Of course, neither am I." The Joker said with emotion and admiration:

"He's like a saint, a saint created specifically for people to admire."

"We are different. We are rats, rats that hollow out the inner saints."

Lucien shook his head in denial: "We are not rats, at least I am not a rat... They are rats."

"We are not mice, what are we?" The clown smiled, followed his thoughts, and then hummed softly:

"We are the flies in the eyes, dancing to exhaust our lives; we are the poison that kills rats, getting hurt without caring about our own safety..."

Many times, Lucian felt that the clown should be a poet or philosopher. He always used appropriate words to describe the clown and expressed his feelings with an empathetic attitude.

He could not see any stupidity in this madman, nor could he find any sign of his embarrassment or decadence.

"Maybe if you die, it will be really difficult for them to create another popular villain." He couldn't help but sigh.

The popular villain turned his gaze towards Lucien, clearly seeing his undisguised affection. He was a little surprised, an indescribable stunned expression, and then smiled: "My dear, you can't do this."

"As boring as it is to portray a Joker, portraying a Harley Quinn is even more boring."

"You should be a wolf that eats sheep, not a soft sheep."

Lucian looked at him, his smile gradually faded, and his face turned cold: "I thought you would like this..."

"You've already tried enough." The clown narrowed his eyes slightly and listed everything:

"You initially tried to use logic to communicate with me as an equal."

"Then, you lowered yourself and responded to my joke."

"Then he deliberately teased me and tried to become friends with me."

"Just now, you started to worship me... Although I know your purpose, to be honest, I am still shocked by it."

Chapter 27: Prologue before the Climax

"What are you shocked about?"

"I'm shocked... that someone would actually worship the insects that parasitize him." The clown looked at him with interest, with a hint of frivolity and contempt:

"You must know that you are the master of this body, and I am just an illusion, a... insignificant, cautious, trembling, pitiful illusion."

He used the same words he had used when they first met.

"If you want to know my purpose, I can even tell you directly."

"If you want to prove my innocence, you are doomed to fail."

"If you want to live in peace with me... then now is the time, isn't it?" He tilted his head slightly. "I thought we were already friends."

Lucian stared into his eyes, trying to discern something from those acid-green eyes, though even he himself didn't know what he expected to see:

"Then how can I trust you?"

"Time will prove my harmlessness, and of course, my life will also prove it."

Lucien looked at him and changed the question: "Can I trust you?"

"Of course!" the clown said patiently, "How can you trust me?"

The monitor flashed red. Every conversation here was being eavesdropped. Lucian continued speaking, his voice undiminished.

"Get me out of here, okay?"

……

Lucian had wanted to leave here for a long time, especially after confirming that Batman was still infected with the Joker virus, and that the virus he was infected with was completely harmless.

There's no point in staying here except being a living specimen for research.

"I remember you made a promise with Nightwing not long ago..." The Joker said nonchalantly, but with some anticipation: "Are you going to break the promise?"

You guarantee my safety and reasonable demands, and in return, I will satisfy your experiments and research on the Joker virus.

This was the agreement Lucian and Nightwing made.

"I think appropriate free space is part of the reasonable demands..."

"Sophistry!" The clown did not continue the topic and asked:

"But why do you have such a dangerous idea? Besides, do you believe I can really do it?"

"I think..." Lucian looked at him and said slowly, "You were able to control and dominate me for a short period of time, but I don't have this part of my memory."

"Why is there such speculation?"

"It was just an unfounded intuition." Lucian's yellow-brown eyes sparkled as he smiled.