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

A loud bang on the door.

"Cousin! I know you're in there!"

Many people were left homeless after the fire in the Burleigh area. (Yes, the one where the laughter was played)

People in the few remaining houses here carefully drew the curtains, dared not cook or turn on the lights, stood guard at the door with guns, and did not dare to sleep.

The rusty security door and aging door hinges could not withstand the fierce kicking of an adult man and soon fell to the ground.

As the man rushed into the house, he tripped over the messy objects and a bullet immediately penetrated his head.

The woman hugged her child and comforted him softly, holding the smoking pistol in her other hand.

Although she didn't know who the dead person was, she could almost conclude that he was not a local.

A true Gothamite would...

"do not move!"

The light from the powerful flashlight dazzled the woman's eyes. Being in the dark for a long time caused her temporary blindness. When she could see clearly, a gun was already pointed at her head.

The woman didn't move, panting softly. "Okay, what do you need?"

"Those supplies Wayne sent you."

"Here." The woman reached out and pulled over a few bags. "I haven't used anything. You can check."

The man searched briefly and was quite satisfied, but the gun still did not move away from her head: "Okay, thank you for telling me this, now you can die."

"Wait!" The woman released her daughter's arms and gestured to her to reveal what she was holding. "This is a bomb... If you kill me, my daughter will detonate it."

"Oh?" The man moved the gun towards his daughter: "Then why don't I just kill her?"

The woman ripped open her lining, revealing the bomb strapped to her chest: "I have one too."

……

The man withdrew.

Just as she reached the door, she was knocked to the ground by a heavy blow. The woman looked at the figure rushing towards her with a look of nostalgia in her eyes: "It's you, the first generation Robin."

Nightwing said a few words to comfort the man, returned the supplies he had taken, and before leaving, he did not forget to put the door that had been kicked open back in place.

"...I see the bat light is on." The woman pointed out the window and smiled. "Thank you for coming back."

Chapter 41 From Now On, Call Me a Clown

Bat Light...

This was the first time Lucian had seen the legendary bat lantern since he traveled through time.

Just as he remembered, the beam of light from the Gotham Police Department was projected onto the clouds, becoming an entity that could be named the Gotham Moon.

But it also made him grumble inwardly.

Is it the Bat-Family that lights it up? Or is it Laugh-Mania that lights it up?

Although the latter is unlikely... there are some people who you want to put the blame on regardless of whether they did it or not.

……

"Here's all my makeup, what are you going to do with it?"

At Lucien's request, Julie led him to the dressing table.

Powder puffs, eye shadow, lipstick, false eyelashes, blush... they were placed in a messy manner, which made Julie a little nervous.

Lucian didn't care about such details. He bent down and opened a few to try the colors. He was quite satisfied, so he said:

"I've thought about what the Joker Gang lacks in killing them... They don't lack a popular base, they don't lack programmatic goals, they don't lack spiritual symbols. Even if they were destroyed in the future, their vitality would be terrifyingly strong. I think... they lack an enemy."

"An enemy of the same or even higher level... It's like the catfish effect. Putting a catfish, its natural enemy, among a school of sardines can enhance their vitality."

"Kill the Joker Gang. It lacks nothing. It only lacks the energy to break free from Luthor and abandon what is not its own."

“I believe that if you want to activate your own activity in an organization, you have to create a goal to pursue.”

"My target for it is—the clown."

Yes, the long-dead clown.

But after successfully disguising himself as the Joker and killing Batman in a hallucination, Lucian seemed to have abandoned something.

He sat on the stool and looked at himself in the mirror.

As mentioned before, he looks very similar to the Joker, the only differences being his eye color, hair color, and whether he smiles.

Now, Lucian's eyes and hair have become the same color as the Joker's, and even the length of his hair has gone beyond the awkwardness, making him infinitely identical to the Joker.

As for laughing...

Lucian recalled the clown illusion that had always accompanied him, and slowly revealed a sharp smile:

"I'll be the clown."

"Become the natural enemy that kills the Joker Gang, aid its progress, and enhance its vitality... Like a wolf outside the flock, letting the sheep make their next move according to my ideas."

Lucien didn't mind sharing his thoughts, especially since he would need Julie's help next.

"in addition……"

Lucien applied white powder to his face, used a makeup brush to create a dark color in his eye sockets, and then used dark red and bright red lipstick to draw a smile at the corners of his mouth.

"I need something now..."

Julie stared at his reflection in the mirror, stunned for a moment before asking, "What?"

"I need a purple swallowtail or long suit... Purple may be a little hard to find, black or gray will be fine too." Lucian put his face close to the mirror and looked at himself, and was quite satisfied.

Julie took out a long gray suit and a pair of black leather shoes from another room. These seemed to be the clothes of her boyfriend who was unknown whether dead or alive.

Thinking of this, Lucien asked, "Is your standard for hallucination to imagine that your boyfriend doesn't exist?"

Julie's face paled. "I'm not sure... I thought my boyfriend was dead a year ago for some reason... But he's actually still by my side. I know he's still here with me. We sleep in the same bed every day..."

"But I always feel that my boyfriend is dead. Many times it is difficult for me to change my mind and to see clearly what is reality and what is an illusion."

"What now?"

A smile appeared on Julie's pale face. "After killing him, I feel much better."

Lucien paused after taking the clothes, looked at her unexpectedly, and said nothing, "I want to change clothes, do you still want to stay here?

"Well...I don't mind, but are you sure?"

Julie withdrew obediently.

The more people emphasize something, the more they lose it... Maybe Lucien does care, after all, he is still a little virgin who has never experienced the beauty of a power strip.

Lucien was taking off his clothes while thinking about what Julie had said. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that she was sick.

Lucian accidentally glanced at the mirror and was surprised at his own thinness. His ribs were arranged in rows and the distribution of bones could be seen at the joints.

But the amazing thing is that his face still has some fleshiness, and his strength is not weakened by long-term malnutrition, but is at the level of a normal man, or even stronger.

This is also the biggest reason why Lucien didn’t realize that he was too thin.

After changing his clothes, Lucien stood in front of the mirror, recalling the appearance of the hallucinatory clown, and put on a smile that was not very big but sarcastic enough.

"How could I possibly become a laughing, crazy, unwelcome, unhygienic psychopath?"

Lucien remembered his previous complaints about the clown and couldn't help but smile.

……

I am Julie, a rather unlucky person in Gotham. When I rescued my idol and brought him home with trepidation, I never thought that the scene I would see when I pushed the door open would make me go dark.

"Good girl, look here."

A soft and silky voice, without a hint of harshness.

Julie recognized Lucian's voice, so she looked over without any defense, and was facing a dark gun muzzle. She felt that this was so familiar, just like the scene when they first met.

But she soon noticed that the one holding the gun was...

clown.

She choked slightly.

Exactly the same appearance and expression. If Julie hadn't seen Lucien's makeup process with her own eyes, she would really think that the Joker was resurrected.

But even though she knew, she couldn't help but smile - what if the idol and the clown were the same person?

What if that death was just a fake death by the Joker?

Just when Julie couldn't hold it any longer, the "Joker" took the initiative to put down the gun and smiled soothingly: "Okay, I'm just kidding, don't be afraid, the Joker is really dead."

Julie breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was sure that the clown would never show such a smile on his face.

If Lucien knew what she was thinking, he would refute her - he would, especially when the clown was ready to deceive people, he had no moral integrity at all. Lucian was deceived by his gentle and harmless appearance and was left with nothing.

Who would have thought that the clown was pulling out his crotch and pretending to pee, but in fact he wanted to force Lucian to take the initiative and laugh at the main personality.

……

Gotham's signal tower has been under emergency repair, and the few signals that are available are basically supplied to places like the Diamond District and the Upper East Side. It can be considered that there is basically no signal in Berlelai.

Chapter 42: Mid-gate confrontation

Some houses in Belilai were burned down, and people had no choice but to huddle in sheds and sleep, except for occupying other people's homes or sleeping in cars.

This is a rare place where people gather in this sparsely populated city.

Reuben Jefferson was a thief. Of course, a thief would not call himself a thief. He called himself a thief who robbed from the rich and gave to the poor.

It’s just that you rob others of their wealth and help your own poverty.

Tonight, he left his companions on the pretext of letting the water go.

"Reuben, keep your hands to yourself..." His companion pointed sleepily at the bat lantern above his head, "I don't want to see Bruce Wayne."

Reuben waved his hand and sneered, "What are you thinking? Those monsters won't dare show their heads."

In fact, he guessed correctly that the Nightwing who originally patrolled this area is now in Arkham.