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

Dick and Jason did the same.

One of them said, "Why are Superman's eyes red? Isn't he being controlled again?"

One said, "Don't even think about hurting Bruce! Don't think we don't know. Your true intention as the mastermind behind this is to sow discord!"

Then: "We won't fall for your tricks!"

But the wronged man remained calm. He chose the worst possible approach—acknowledgment: "You're right, Superman, so what do you want to do?"

The machine installed on Superman faithfully fed this sentence back to Luthor in Metropolis.

Luther smiled: "I want to kill them all."

Super Hearing picked up on this, so Superman nonchalantly repeated, "I want to kill them all."

Bruce stood up from the punctured car and looked him in the eye: "Then why not do it now? If it's any later, they'll all run away..."

A struggle appeared in Superman's eyes, but he quickly returned to silence. He repeated Luthor's words:

"Don't worry, I've memorized their appearances. Once you're safe, I'll kill them one by one..."

The security measures in the Batcave are very high, but they are useless in front of the Joker. He left without being blocked by anything and without triggering any alarms.

The entire Batcave was empty.

No, there is someone.

"How did you get out?" The current Robin, who had disappeared into the darkness, appeared in the corner. He looked at "Lucian" with a wary look on his face.

Lucian chuckled and said, "Of course it's because your grandfather is dying, and I came out to pay my respects."

"Joker?" Robin narrowed his eyes slightly and took out two swords from behind.

The Joker stole the Lazarus Pool during his lifetime, so Lei Xiaogu should not be able to survive.

But the problem is that Lucien doesn't know this.

The original owner of the body that was occupied looked at his own body and suddenly realized.

The Joker isn't an illusion or a personality at all...but a soul that possesses all the memories of his life.

"You're pretending so well." Lucian couldn't help but curse.

The Joker still didn't answer, just like he said, he didn't want to be regarded as a schizophrenic.

"Where's Lucien?" Robin didn't move forward and kept his distance.

"Killed by me." The Joker smiled. "Why do you think I would allow someone to share a body with me and I would remain indifferent?"

Robin sneered and pressed a switch. The ground under the Joker's feet suddenly sank, and he was about to fall straight down.

Chapter 29 A Joke

But the clown used his extremely flexible hands to push himself out of the predicament perfectly.

Lucien watched in amazement, as he couldn't do the same thing with the same body.

"Why are you so irritable?" He dodged Robin's long sword and jokingly said, "I'm going to his funeral with sincerity... If you're not satisfied, I'm even willing to take some of my own ashes..."

"Shut up! You're not worthy of mentioning him!" Robin moved forward again nimbly.

The clown got a long stick from somewhere and blocked the long knife's downward stroke: "Oh, little guy, you look like you want to kill me... Your father has never been as direct as you."

Robin didn't answer, but just attacked more fiercely each time.

The Joker's chest was cut, and the stick in his hand hit Robin's head. The two retreated and had a brief confrontation: "You are such a little devil. If your father knew that you were so eager to take my life, would he be angry?"

Damian remained silent and attacked again.

"Little Bird~ I actually like you very much. You and I are a bit similar, both a little... crazy." The clown sighed regretfully: "But now, well, it seems that we are not going to end well."

The Joker is usually set up to be a martial arts master - this is reasonable, as if his fighting ability is lower, he will easily die on the Gotham stage.

But everyone's perception of the body is different. Even if the Joker can use Lucian's body to his full potential, it will take some time to get familiar with and connect with it.

But Lucien looked at it and felt...

It's as easy as pie and as easy as a fish in water.

The Joker knew and was much more familiar with his body than even Lucian.

as if……

This is his original body...

……

?

I'm not going to become a fucking clown anymore, am I??!

Hey!

Lucien followed this line of thought and found that everything fell into place.

If he becomes a clown in the future...

It means that Lucien was "immortal" before he became the Joker, it means that the Joker would not try to control his body or influence his mind, and it means that the fact that he was familiar with the plot seemed extremely fucking reasonable because the Joker broke the fourth wall!

[A laughing, crazy, unwelcome, unhygienic psychopath...why would I want to be one?]

[Even if I were to turn evil...how tasteless would it be to turn evil like you!]

He recalled his own comments about the clown and was incredulous: "Will I really be so tasteless in the future?"

"This is too outrageous."

"Besides... is it really reasonable for me to know this so soon? Why do I have to become a clown in the future if I already know everything? Am I super heroic?"

But as he thought about it, Lucian suddenly smiled and looked at the nimble figure:

"Don't mention it, he's quite handsome."

The female reporter watched the confrontation between Superman and Batman from afar and whispered to her companion: "Although I am from Gotham, Superman has always been my ideal boyfriend."

"Ah? Are you sure this kind of great and glorious guy is your type..." The companion looked a little strange: "Don't you usually like bad boys?"

"Bad boys are more reckless in bed." The female reporter yearned: "But imagine, Superman...super endurance..."

"Cannon...cannon machine?"

"Yeah, how do you know this is my sexual preference?"

"..." His companion said nothing, but just lowered his head to debug the equipment.

Next to it, a focused camera faithfully recorded what was happening in the distance:

Ordinary people in suits and ties are staring at the arrogant aliens.

The red cloak flutters quietly in the breeze, making the picture extremely beautiful.

They were communicating, but also seemed to be confronting each other.

"If you came here just to..." Bruce said slowly and meaningfully: "Save me from this dire straits, then you succeeded."

Superman kept smiling: "I am worried about your safety. Please let me take you to a safe place first."

Bruce smiled, a playboy-like smile. "Thank you very much, my dear partner, but I am very worried."

His mouth didn't open or close, and the words came out from between his lips and teeth: "You will kill me halfway."

Superman naturally wouldn't do that, but Bruce said to Luthor with a smile.

Luther listened to this and put a hand on his lips: "Don't worry, Bruce, I will keep you safe."

So in full view of the public, in front of the cameras of reporters, Superman took Batman away, and the superheroes trampled on the threshold of morality and law.

"what should we do……"

"……hehe."

Dick and Jason, who stayed where they were, were surrounded and blocked by reporters.

The reason why the Joker is the Joker is because the only one who can deal with him is Batman. Batman’s son can’t do it, and of course Batman’s biological son can’t do it either.

The Joker stood in front of Robin, looking smug.

"Good boy, can you speak properly now?"

"Shut up, Joker!" Robin had several ribs and a shin bone broken, making it difficult for him to launch a powerful counterattack.

The clown laughed heartily. "I'm sorry you didn't inherit even a fraction of your father's grace, but it's true, the next generation is always less than perfect."

The clown threw the crooked stick to the ground, making a crisp sound:

"Logically speaking... I should have beaten you to death like I did to Jason."

"You're his own son. If you were to die, Bruce would go even crazier than before...but the thought of him being furious and wanting to kill me would be enough to make him want to."

He pretended to be serious and paced back and forth in front of Robin: "I'm a little worried..."

The red alarm lights flashed and screamed shrilly.

"The so-called Batman Who Laughs..."

His face showed some disgust and hatred, but the greed in his eyes did not diminish: "Think about it carefully..."

“Actually, it’s not bad~”

Lucian: ???

Is this something a clown could say?

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the Joker laughed and squatted down to straighten Robin's clothes: "Oh, I was just kidding..."

"Isn't it funny?"

Then the Joker knocked Robin unconscious, tidied his clothes, and instead of leaving in a hurry, he went to the equipment warehouse and picked and chose.

"Such kind little bats... Not even one that could kill anyone."

In the end, the Joker chose a pistol that could only fire tranquilizer bullets, a crowbar and a simple explosion-proof shield.

When he came out, Robin had already regained consciousness and even threw a batarang at him.

The Joker had the foresight to hold the shield in front of his eyes to block the batarang.