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

Lucien narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind racing as he listened to her.

"When I was about to commit suicide, the people who killed the Joker Gang saved me. They invited me to join, and I agreed. After following them in a daze for a few parades... I discovered that the spiritual leader was you!"

"You gave me a goal this time... You brought me back to life." Julie smiled shyly but admiringly, as if she had fallen in love.

And the man who made her fall in love was thinking.

Kill the Joker Gang?

Spiritual leader?

I?

Amidst the chaos, Lucian inexplicably recalled the conversation he had with Jace—the one who killed the founder of the Joker Gang and the father of a family of three.

"I'm not crazy. I know exactly what I want. When I saw even the Joker die at the hands of you, a nobody, I started to think, why can't he die at my hands?"

He saw Lucian kill the Joker with his own eyes.

Lucien made everything coherent.

Jace created this gang using Lucian's killing of the Joker as a gimmick. It was originally just an inconspicuous gang among many, but for some reason it gained the support of the Luther Group and grew rapidly.

Can't say I don't know why.

Perhaps for the people of Gotham, who are deeply persecuted by mental illness and now all the super villains are dead, this is the organization that can most resonate with their hearts and gather their strength.

Then he thought about the Joker's deliberate baiting of the gang.

I guessed that thing too.

"Are you okay?" Julie looked at his strange expression and asked cautiously.

"Not very good." Lucian blinked: "Can you describe in detail the scene when you met me?

From Julie, Lucien learned that they were tracking a locator sent by a mysterious man (the Joker), and they surrounded and intercepted the Batmobile and finally arrived at Arkham Asylum.

After seeing a shocking explosion (Lucian suspected that the bomb hidden in the Joker's bat armor exploded), Julie found the damaged Lucian in the wreckage. She recognized him, but was worried that someone would assassinate him if she went to the hospital, so she took him back home.

"You mean no one sees my face except you?" Lucien thought thoughtfully.

"Yes, I covered part of your face with dust and dirt, and brought you back in the name of brother and sister." Julie pursed her lips and explained:

"There are outsiders in the gang... I'm not sure who they are, but I have a hunch that if they find you, you might be in danger."

Those people were Luther's men. Julie guessed correctly that once discovered, Lucian might move directly to Metropolis and become Luther's trophy.

Lucian didn't think that his identity as the "spiritual leader who killed the Joker Gang" which he had just learned about would be taken lightly and allowed to continue to be the "spiritual leader" of the gang that was actually controlled by Luther.

He looked up at the bright Julie.

Lucien thought of the sophistication Julie had displayed when he broke into her house, the decisiveness she had shown when she led the Jokers to storm the courthouse during the live broadcast, and the confidence she had shown when she had successfully entered the courtroom. It was the way she had managed to pull Lucien out of the spotlight and into a state of caution...

This is a very outstanding woman.

Lucien looked at Julie who lowered her head shyly, and his intuition told him that perhaps this was a talented person born again in this city after all the super villains died.

Maybe he will become a famous villain in the future, or maybe he will become a famous hero.

Thinking of this, Lucian was speechless again.

With the Batman Who Laughs in Gotham, what future is there?

Lucian wanted to contact the Bat Family, at least to explain what he had been through and get some help that he didn't even know existed.

but……

"Are you sure I was the only one at the scene? I mean, were there any other casualties?"

Julie recalled and thought for a long time, and finally confirmed: "No."

In other words.

The Batman Who Laughs is alive and missing.

You know, the Batman Who Laughs is also Batman. He should know all the keys and secret doors of the Bat-Family... and he is even eavesdropping on the communication channels and monitoring everything the Bat-Family does.

Thinking of this, Lucian decided not to contact the Bat Family for the time being.

But he also began to wonder, if the world was really going to be destroyed by the Batman Who Laughs, what could he do?

In fact, he couldn't do anything.

Lucian has no money ability, no mutation, no physical skills, and no magic... There is nothing in his memory that can help him except the plot that is now useless.

……

Perhaps the only thing we can do now is... Lucien turned his gaze to Julie.

He can use his special identity to unite and kill the Joker Gang so that they will not be driven by Luthor to the "Red Uprising"... at least calm down temporarily and prevent Gotham from continuing to fall into chaos.

This is the only thing Lucian can do now.

In addition, he discovered one thing. After waking up, there was nothing else competing with him for his body, and the clown illusion that followed him like a shadow disappeared.

Feeling nervous, Lucien asked Julie to bring a mirror.

Chapter 40: Bat-Lantern Illuminates Gotham

Green eyes, green hair, pale skin.

……

The only thing Lucian was thankful for was that his lips maintained their own curve.

Then it became clear.

The Joker virus acts at the genetic level, so changes in genetic factors are natural.

……

Lucien looked at Julie and said sincerely, "I think killing the Joker Gang is no longer pure... You should have noticed that the flag we are raising now is one we shouldn't be raising."

Julie nodded slightly.

"I can tell you that the person in control of the secrets comes from Metropolis. It's Lex Luthor. He wants to use our organization to wreak chaos throughout the city."

"Because of him, our stance has shifted, our actions have become distorted... and because of this unwarranted change, we have been targeted by the entire city."

"what do you mean……"

"Julie." Lucien looked at her seriously, his eyes filled with the determination of a righteous man.

"You know, I also hate those psychopaths, but this situation is useless except for wasting our manpower, so I think... we first need to get rid of Luther's guidance."

"We need to accurately express our needs, rather than becoming a tool for others to fight for power."

Green eyes gleamed, "I need your help, Julie."

Julie's heart almost fluttered at this.

-

"what is that?"

In the dark night, people were surprised to find a light shooting straight into the sky.

It’s not very bright, nor very big, but it carries a sense of familiarity that has been passed down through the years.

It's a bat light.

After Gordon's death and Batman's identity was exposed, the Batlight was never lit again.

"Who opened it?" The Gotham Police Chief rushed to the rooftop and demanded, "Who told you to open it?"

Barbara appeared from the Bat Lantern in a wheelchair: "It's me."

"Barbara?" The chief's surprised gaze fell on her wheelchair. His face darkened as he glanced at the police officers who had caught up behind him. "Who brought her up here?!"

"No one." Barbara interrupted his roar: "Uncle Angie, I came up here by myself."

"You came up here on your own?"

Angie walked up to her, squatted down, and looked straight at her: "Do you know what you are doing... Have you forgotten your father's death, Barbara? That bat monster will kill you, he will kill all of us, not to mention..."

Angie was about to say more when Barbara interrupted her with a gentle, resolute smile: "I know, Uncle Angie, I know."

"But I think he's been with us for twenty years... We should trust him the most, right? Maybe we should give him a chance to explain..."

Angie sighed: "He has nothing to explain to us. We are the ones who let him down... You know, he is Bruce Wayne."

"He's Batman." Barbara raised her eyes and glanced at the police officers who followed her. Those who met her gaze undoubtedly avoided her gaze.

"For more than 20 years, he has helped us fight gangs, clean up corruption, catch criminals, and uphold justice... These achievements should not be overshadowed by his true identity."

"What's more," Barbara smiled. "Bruce Wayne has always been the biggest sponsor of our police department. We shouldn't be prejudiced against him like this."

"Barbara, you're a smart kid, you know that's not what I meant." Angie sighed again.

Barbara understood what he meant.

It’s just that the Gotham Police Department no longer has a leader like Gordon, and they dare not take sides in the current chaotic situation.

Especially Director Anji. Although he is just, honest, kind and good-tempered, his most fatal flaw is weakness. No matter what he does, he pursues calmness and moderation.

If Gotham were Metropolis, the director would shine in his position.

But Gotham is not like that, so weakness becomes its most fatal flaw.

Barbara raised her voice and said, "I am the daughter of James Gordon. I am the child of the former chief of the Gotham Police Department..."

So she took up Gordon's torch.

"In my father's name, I would like to inherit his legacy and light the bat lantern here!"

"We need to cooperate with them, just as we have for the past 20 years... Don't forget, we are the police..."

No one responded to her, no one looked at her, but fortunately no one stopped her.

tonight.

The Bat-Lantern illuminates Gotham.

-

"Bang! Bang!"