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

Lucian once wondered what he had done during the three months of amnesia.

Either he loses his memory the moment he's born, lives in the sewer and rummages through garbage every day, and when he can't bear it anymore, he robs the Waynes in anger... It can't be such a coincidence.

Or maybe it's Barbatos' curse that's causing trouble, and it's determined to make him start a whole hell and no one can save him... It's not impossible.

But Lucian was not very convinced by either of these two speculations. He tended to prefer another one... something that was more in line with the setting of the comics - personality.

For example, Julie experienced the perfect "worst day" after the Joker's death. Her entanglement with Batman and her own changes also fit the theory of the Joker's birth... Lucian thought that maybe after the Joker's death, she would be the next Joker.

But in reality, Lucien became the next Joker... so why was he on Julie's balcony as soon as he traveled through time?

Is there a possibility that...Lucian stole Julie's destiny of becoming the "future clown".

Just like now, he took away Jochel's position of "killing the Waynes".

……

But as it stands...in this universe, the person who "killed the Waynes" doesn't seem to be a random ordinary person in the traditional sense.

It was the Court of Owls' plan.

Otherwise, the sharp claw in front of us should say "bumping into the court" instead of "betraying the court".

Lucian imitated the indifference of the man in front of him and decided to take a gamble: "The Claw completed the court's plan - there was no betrayal."

There is a detail here. Claws do not call themselves "I", but usually call themselves "we" or "Claws".

Yellow light leaked from the slits for the eyes on the claw mask. He grabbed Lucian's neck with his right hand, and the cold blade shone with a chilling light.

It seems that Lucian made the wrong bet.

He had not been a talon of the Court of Owls for those three months.

But it wasn't a complete loss... Lucian dodged his attack and thought: At least I can be sure that I am connected to them.

Maybe in the future, when we destroy Owl, we will know what he was doing for those three months.

……

Lucian doesn't have much fighting power. He can use firearms skillfully, but bullets can't cause much damage to his claws.

There was no sharp weapon around that could cut through the claw armor and limbs.

If this goes on, Lucian will probably die and be reborn here until Barbatos is lured here... He has to think of a way.

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Ever since the Waynes died on Park Street, reporters have often been seen here with cameras filming the surrounding scenes, trying to get news highlights from seemingly plausible questions and answers.

And what they sought now arrived - with the sound of glass windows breaking.

A tall and thin figure, nearly two meters tall, fell out from the second floor and rolled on the spot. He raised his face, which was exactly the same as the one on the wanted poster.

reporter:!!!

Following closely behind was a figure wearing armor with bird-like features, a standing collar and buttons, and an intricate and ornate mask - like a living sculpture.

He landed on the ground, light as a bird, but when he stretched out his claws towards the wanted criminal, he revealed the ferocity of a bird of prey.

The wanted criminal who killed the Waynes also showed amazing flexibility.

They fought, giving reporters ample time to take pictures and analyze.

"Look at his attire—he looks like a knight! It must be some kind-hearted citizen who spotted this murderer!"

"No, look at the owl logo on him. Remember what Lil Wayne said in the interview... these two are murderers! They belong to the same organization!"

As the crowd grew larger and larger, the sirens in the distance grew closer and closer.

The Claw finally realized that something was wrong - the Court of Owls was an organization that existed in the dark of Gotham and could not be seen in the light.

he left.

Lucian watched him walk away. "The Court of Owls...will always be great!"

The reporters were dispersed and the police surrounded them, each with a black gun muzzle pointed at Lucian, and the red dot from the sniper in the distance was aimed at his head.

Lucian turned around and looked up, meeting Winifred's cautious gaze through the broken glass window. He still showed a gentle smile, raised his non-existent hat, and slowly took it off:

"See you later, Ms. Winifred!"

…The police rushed forward and pinned Lucien, who had stopped struggling, to the ground.

Among these policemen was James Gordon, the future Chief of Justice, now a small police officer. He looked at the broken window and said, "There are accomplices!"

……

Lucien cooperated very well, allowing the police to press his cheek to the ground, allowing them to bend his arm backward and dislocate it, allowing them to handcuff him in the chaos, and allowing them to put a black cloth bag on his head.

He was pushed into the police car and controlled on both sides. He heard the police talking about their achievements today, bragging about their bravery, and discussing how to distribute the 100 million US dollars... and other expenses that Wayne was willing to pay.

Lucien listened, closed his eyes slightly, and looked relaxed, waiting for the situation to develop.

He lives in Crime Alley because it's a place where journalists gather, and in some extreme cases, the identity of a murderer can be a life-saving talisman.

He took the initiative to fall from the window to rely on his physical characteristics to attract the attention of the crowd, so that the claws would not dare to stay for long. Of course, if he had not been chased down, Lucian could also quickly escape from the crowd that had not yet gathered.

He shouted "Court of Owls" to justify the accusation he had put on it in front of Bruce Wayne.

He had mentioned Winifred's name at the last moment just to give her some trouble—after all, she was the murderer, wasn't she?

As for why he didn't struggle... what was the point? Would he have attracted the police to defend himself and been shot dead on the spot? And then, after being resurrected, he was sold to a research institute, and his repeated deaths attracted Barbatos?

Lucien was waiting for the moment to arrive at the police station, waiting for the meeting with Bruce... waiting for the opportunity to firmly shift the blame to the Court of Owls.

Chapter 60 This sleep is not necessary

Lucian sat in a chair, his hands cuffed. He looked up at the interrogation room and sighed to the police officer in front of him: "To be honest, I'm actually a bit used to getting into trouble and then being locked up."

The people who interrogated him were not Bullock and Gordon, who had taken over the case in the beginning... It seemed that because the murderer had been caught, other people who were afraid to get away from him snatched this achievement from them.

Lucian raised his eyebrows and looked at the one-way glass facing him, not sure whether Bullock and Gordon, whose political achievements had been taken away, were there.

"Oh... I think..." He stretched out his tone, looked at the two upright policemen in front of him, and smiled: "Maybe being faithful to one person is the best thing, isn't it?"

"I won't say anything until Harvey Bullock and James Gordon come in." Lucian raised his chin towards the one-way glass.

"There are quite a few journalists here... You probably don't want to be branded as someone who tortures people into confessing, do you?"

Although they did this kind of thing frequently, but in the case of this kind of celebrity criminal... the two looked at each other and left. After a while, Bullock and Gordon sat in their seats.

"So...shouldn't you thank me? I saved you from workplace bullying?"

But Lucian's kindness obviously did not win anyone's favor.

Brock sneered, "Mr. Wanted Criminal, let's start with your name."

"Lucian." After he said that, he couldn't help laughing as he looked at the two people waiting for what was to come.

This scene was very similar to when Nightwing asked him his name.

Lucien explained tolerantly, "I don't have a last name... maybe I forgot, or maybe it's because my last name is Lu and my first name is Xi'an. Am I an Oriental? Oh, of course, judging by my skin color and height... maybe I'm Irish."

Lucien dared to say that he had not told a single lie... This was his true guess about his identity and name, but it was obvious that the two police officers did not buy it.

"Mr. Lucien, perhaps your cooperation can reduce your sentence." Gordon said as he took notes.

"Officer Gordon." Lucien shrugged. "You know, it's just a possibility."

Gordon smiled and said, "What's the point of you not cooperating? This delay will not only delay us, but also yours."

"You know, fatigue interrogation isn't torture."

Lucian smiled and didn't care:

"I just said I wouldn't say anything before you came... I didn't say I would tell you everything after you came." His smile was completely non-aggressive: "This requires your strength."

"Okay..." Brock and Gordon looked at each other. Brock turned to Lucian and sighed, "Then I'll tell you our strength."

Then Lucian heard something that made him even more silent:

"Joe Chell, male, 36 years old, used to work as a cleaner at the Wayne Group. He was fired due to workplace bullying and later became homeless, begging for a living. He then took revenge on the Waynes and their husbands by shooting them on Park Street..." Brock looked up at him. "So, Mr. Chell?"

These fabricated deeds were certainly not caused by the world patching up Lucian after he traveled to this universe... This was the resume created for him by the Court of Owls.

Lucien guessed that there was a 99% chance that he had had an affair with them during those three months...and it was not just an ordinary affair.

His contemplation was taken as silence with nothing to say.

"I don't know why you could be so cruel as to kill a pair of conscientious philanthropists."

Lucian listened to Brock's words and nodded in agreement.

He didn't know how he could be so cruel as to kill Batman's mom and dad right away.

I guess I won’t be able to make the old joke about “expired parent redemption coupons” when I see Batman in the future.

"Your guilt is irrefutable! You should be thankful there's no death penalty in Gotham!"

……

Lucien couldn't tell whether he was valued or not.

If you take it seriously, he was finally locked in a relatively spacious iron cage with neighbors around him. If you don't take it seriously, this is the most luxurious single room among them.

"Hey! I heard you killed Wayne!" The burly man next door leaned on the iron fence and looked up and down at Lucian.

Lucien said nothing, half-knelt and spread the blanket handed to him by the police officer on the ground.

"You'll probably end up in Blackgate Prison..." The burly man didn't move his gaze away and licked his teeth. "I'm also in Blackgate Prison. We'll meet sooner or later."

Lucien lay down on it, pulled the other blanket over him, and listened as he continued:

"I think it would be more interesting to fuck the balls of the guy who killed Wayne."

A gay, and a perverted gay.

Lucien no longer expected to have a good sleep tonight.

He just hoped that this person wouldn't shoot at him, let alone shoot at him.

……

Lucian woke up in pain from the squirming of his flesh. With a horrifying sound, a bullet that had penetrated his brain was squeezed out and fell on the blanket with a dull sound.

“…” He opened his eyes and looked at the person who shot him. It was a figure that could be recognized even in dim light.