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

"Yes, everyone is here. What do you want?"

"Haha, it's not really an order." Lucian motioned the person who had been following him to come forward and put a red box on the table.

"This is……"

"Oh, this is a gift! Brothers have worked hard, this is a reward for you." Lucian walked to the door again: "No need to send it, no need to send it, I will go to the next district later."

Watching the door close, one person couldn't wait to untie it: "Hey, he finally knows how to bribe us, Boss! I think he's probably figured out that we're not doing anything, so he's trying to buy us off!"

"Bribe us?" The boss sat down on a chair, leaned back, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the red box with disdain: "Are you thinking of using this thing to bribe us?"

The man just untied the bag and took out a wine bottle from it: "It's glass, and it's a good brand... Wait!"

The bomb hidden in the wine quickly emitted two red lights.

Then...

"boom!"

The bomb exploded with shattered glass everywhere, and a fire started around it due to the splashing of wine.

……

"You won't be able to keep doing this for long. You'll be discovered soon." The Riddler looked at the firelight and still disagreed. "You should gather them together, play a little game, and then kill them."

Lucian looked at the heads that popped out from other rooms after hearing the noise, and aimed and shot at them one by one.

"You know what I mean? Villains die because they talk too much. This simple and quick method is the best way I've tested to deal with emergencies in Gotham for a long time."

"Bang, bang, bang", the barrel of the pistol gradually became hot. Lucian was not satisfied with it, so he took out a submachine gun from the next room, loaded bullets, raised a smile, looked at the people who were no longer running out, and rushed into each room to shoot.

"Do you know what this looks like?" He swept a man lying in ambush behind the door into a sieve and whistled happily: "This is real-life CS!"

Lucian knew that he was a good shooter when he shot the Joker, but only now did he realize how good his shooting skills were. No matter what type of gun it was, this body seemed to be extremely familiar with it, and his muscle memory was so good that he didn't even need to aim.

Lucian stepped on the pool of blood and piled up corpses, and for no reason he laughed like a clown.

When did he, such an indecisive person, start to change?

Lucien thought, maybe it was the moment when he killed Batman in the hallucination.

Chapter 47 The Batman Who Laughs

"How do you feel now?"

"I don't feel anything." Lucian looked at the building engulfed in flames. "Actually, I've wanted to kill them for a long time...but why did you just watch and not do anything?"

The Riddler kicked his legs, revealing a green prosthetic left leg. He said sarcastically, "Who can't do anything?"

"Oh——poor Edward who broke his leg trying to escape from the Joker~"

"These are just legs. Your hands can still hold a gun."

The Riddler laughed mockingly and took off his green gloves, revealing his green-dyed mechanical hands. "Who can't use a gun?"

"Poor Edward lost a hand trying to escape from the Joker~"

Lucien looked at his disabled appearance and began to doubt the clown's intention in sending him here.

It certainly couldn't be force, after all, the Riddler's limbs weren't fully developed...

It can’t be just to give Lucien a smart brain.

……

The Joker once looked at him and said, "You are not smart."

Lucian: “…”

……

"Who's the best free babysitter?" The Riddler obviously guessed what he was thinking.

"It's the Joker," Lucien replied.

Only after the Joker disappeared did Lucien realize just how caring this super villain was towards him.

……

The Riddler was driving, using his fake leg to press the accelerator and his real hand to adjust the car stereo.

"Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman"

Life is not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman.

"You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy"

You called her a bitch just because she wouldn't let you get your way.

"None Shall Pass by Aesop Rock." He turned his head to see Lucien swaying to the melody. "How's it going? Do you like it?"

"No." Lucien opened the car window, leaned his arm on it, and looked outside.

In Gotham today, all he could see was poverty and desolation.

"Oh, then you have absolutely no taste... If your senior were here, he would be rocking with me."

Lucian himself had no feelings for the Joker, and he hadn't chosen this identity voluntarily. The Riddler's words couldn't arouse any desire to compare with him. He just responded expressionlessly:

"Indeed, he will remove your prosthetic hands and feet and use them as drumsticks to play for you..." He paused: "Why Edward Has No Hands or Feet."

Edward himself without arms and legs: ...

……

Lucien felt the car speed up suddenly, and the wind mixed with moisture hit his face randomly.

He rubbed his face silently and continued his previous train of thought:

Why is it that the helpers that the Joker found to deal with the laughter were intelligent?

Wouldn't it be easier to have Superman deal with the laughter remotely?

Lucien tapped his chin lightly, following the clown's line of thought.

Finding help means that laughter can be overcome.

If we don't resort to force, it's either a waste of talent or there's no chance of winning... 99% of the time, there's no chance of winning.

The smartest one he left for Lucien, and the smartest one told Lucien to become a clown.

The noise inside the car was deafening, and the scenery outside was speeding by.

Suddenly a dark figure appeared, but disappeared before Lucian could react.

He leaned his head out of the car window and looked back, but saw nothing.

But a mysterious premonition told Lucien that it was a wild laugh.

……

Crazy Laugh also wants him to be a clown, why?

……

"Come to think of it, I'm the least injured of them all," the Riddler said with a tut. "You don't know how they died. Each one was more spectacular than the last."

Lucien looked at him and gestured for him to continue.

"Bane was being injected with venom to keep him alive while all his blood was being drained... When he died, he was practically just a skeleton covered in skin."

"Catwoman's joints were broken on the rooftop and she fell into the arms of the statue, breaking all her bones and bleeding to death."

"Killer Croc had his hands and feet tied, skinned, and placed in a leech pit... I don't know how long he lasted, but by the time I saw him, he was already submerged."

"The Two-Face Man was..." The Riddler was still chattering, but Lucian had already looked away. He couldn't bear to listen any longer.

Was this the work of the Joker?

Lucien fell into a strange mood.

He couldn't bring his impression of the harmless and considerate clown into the Riddler's words.

The Joker is not a person who likes killing, nor is he a person who pursues cruelty. He prefers dramatic transitions rather than bloody massacres.

Lucien listened calmly to the horrific deaths one after another, and did not think that any of them was the work of the Joker.

Such torture of victims and ritualistic behavior make him look like a serial killer in the popular sense.

The Joker is a madman, not a murderer.

This style is more like...

Someone who has a special connection with them, hates them to the core, and has a careful and rigorous plan.

For example...The Batman Who Laughs.

……

How could it be a wild laugh? He couldn't possibly have traveled back in time.

Lucian sneered at his own thought, and sneered, but he couldn't laugh anymore.

Why doesn't this -22 universe follow the original plot?

Why did the Joker turn into a laughing maniac even without the knife?

Why did all the super villains except the Riddler die?

……

But if the Riddler survived the laughing, ritualistic slaughter...

Lucian turned his gaze towards the Riddler and said jokingly:

"I don't know the roads of Gotham. That means even if you took me to Arkham Asylum, I wouldn't know it until I saw the sign."

The Riddler looked at him in surprise, then after a moment's thought, he understood Lucien's concerns: "I'm the Riddler, I'm a super villain... that's a maniacal laugh."

He asked incredulously, "Why did you think I would turn to him to lure you into a trap? Wouldn't it have been more direct and convenient for me to just shoot you when I broke into your house?"

"...It's hard to say." Lucian made no secret of his doubts.

"You locals all have a sense of ritual that I can't understand."

The Riddler hummed a "huh," then slammed on the brakes, stopped in the middle of the road, and looked at him. "Perhaps I should say something to gain your trust now?"