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

It's Bruce Wayne.

Lucien could still see the white smoke rising from the gun in his hand.

He turned over, sat up, and whispered in a whisper, "Naughty child, you disturbed me when I was sleeping. Such impolite behavior, aren't you afraid that your kind housekeeper uncle will be angry?"

Then Lucian felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head, and an elegant middle-aged voice sounded from behind him: "Of course not."

……

Lucian seemed to know why he was living in an open prison... It should be someone corrupted by Wayne who arranged him here, hoping that the young master would rush in and shoot him whenever he felt like it.

……

Bruce looked at the wound on Lucian's head healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he didn't know where to vent his emotions.

——His parents were killed by an immortal, intelligent, non-human creature.

This had a great impact on young Bruce.

……

Lucian seemed to sense this emotion and ignored the gun pressed against his head, looking down at Bruce:

"Maybe I can't die... but that doesn't mean I won't experience pain. You can tie my body to iron blocks and sink me to the bottom of the sea... I can't float up, and I can only experience pain over and over again, resurrecting and dying."

"Perhaps you could imprison me and use me as a target? A punching bag?"

"Or maybe you really hate me... you can use your imagination and make me experience multiple deaths in a short period of time."

Lucian smiled and told Bruce the best way to deal with him: "You can drive me crazy... This is the best revenge for the undead."

Chapter 61 v50 Listen carefully to the owl's threat to kill the Wayne couple's plan

Green eyes, like those of a wild animal, met Bruce's gaze.

Bruce looked at this inhuman creature, opened his mouth, and his lips were torn from being closed for a long time. The voice that came out was childish and hoarse: "You are not Qiao Chel... Who are you?"

Lucien smiled. "I'm not Jochel... I'm Claw."

Even though he is not, Owl can't jump out and deny it, right?

"I became immortal because I was transformed by the Court of Owls' Ember Platinum... and I also killed your parents under the orders of the Court of Owls—this is not something I can control."

"If you are right, Mr. Claw," Alfred's voice came from the back of his head, "then can you be called a traitor now?"

"Yes." Lucian nodded slightly and looked at the boy. "When I told you that ballad, it already meant betrayal. I have wanted to do this for a long time..."

Without waiting to be questioned, he continued, "I am a tool controlled by the Court of Owls. Before I killed the Waynes, I had no self-awareness... Can you recall, Mr. Wayne Jr., could you see the consciousness of intelligent creatures before I killed them?"

He added settings to himself sentence by sentence: "I discovered a long time ago that I can only gain control of the body in the short time after killing someone."

"Only during that time did I have freedom. What I saw was no longer just blood and machinery, and I no longer had to face the dark side... I wanted to live in the daylight of Gotham, or to take revenge on the court that made me like this, or to put me into eternal sleep."

"This is my dream. I've tried asking for help, defecting, and self-destruction..."

There was a certain radiance in those beast-like green eyes.

"But it's useless... In fact, no victim would believe the words of a murderer who has killed countless people." Lucian looked at Bruce: "Including you."

He tilted his head slightly to look at the corner of Alfred's clothes: "Including you."

Lucian unconsciously imitated the Joker's way of putting moral pressure on Batman.

"So, I came up with this plan the last time I was awake... Leave a survivor and tell him that nursery rhyme... I've had enough of killing people! I hate that organization!"

"I am determined to bring that ant burrowing underground and that maggot wriggling in the corpse out into the sunlight... I want everyone to see the evil it has done!"

"I want to prove it! It wasn't me who killed someone!"

The air became silent for a moment, until Lucian spoke again:

"I am the arrow that is shot, I am the knife held in the hand, I am the bullet after the trigger is pulled... I am just the murderer's tool." He closed his eyes slightly, hiding the expression in his eyes:

"The ones who kill are the glamorous upper classes, the ones who know the code to unlock me, the ones who have the key to control me... the ones who can order me around."

"I didn't kill your parents, they did."

"That's just your version of events, sir," said Alfred.

"Yes, but there is a way to kill me in court... You might as well believe me before you can kill me." Lucian didn't think that these unfounded words alone could convince the two people in front of him.

This is the former British secret agent and future Batman.

He needs witnesses.

……

It's three o'clock in the morning, when people are fast asleep.

Winifred was also asleep, but because of what she experienced during the day, she had nightmares one after another. In a trance, she saw light shining through the door onto her face.

Winifred opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to look at the bedside.

"Ms. Winifred."

She was horrified to see a two-meter-tall, thin ghost figure.

Lucian's smile remained gentle as he took off the nonexistent hat on his head and performed the hat-doffing salute again: "As I said, see you later."

He pressed his index finger against Winifred's lips, which were about to scream.

"This is our date."

……

"I'm just a hired gun... I was paid a lot of money to take you to that room."

Lucian bent his waist slightly, and the oppressive feeling brought by his height and his words began the interrogation:

"Perhaps we should be honest, considering that you have recognized me, a wanted criminal worth 100 million." He leaned close to her cheek, his breath blowing against her ear:

"You should have seen my skills... I may not be able to kill Claw, but that doesn't mean I won't torture you."

"And," Lucian smiled slowly, "since I can stand here and talk to you, I think even if I kill you, it will at most add another layer of brilliance to my stardom."

Winifred pursed her lips tightly, as if she was rejecting something, or seemed nervous.

"Oh... did you think I would kill you?" Lucian smiled and walked away, patting her shoulder: "How could I do such a thing? It was just a joke."

……

Lucian was learning from the clown he had spent so much time with. Although the clown himself was not very likable, his behavior, his demeanor, his movements, his words that were indistinguishable from true and false...

He had felt the oppression from his own perspective and naturally understood how powerful the clown was.

……

"Oh, dear, I'm afraid I understand what's wrong with you." Lucian stroked Winifred's hair, which was white at the roots.

"Same experience as mine, brainwashing, and keyword blocking... Let me think about it, I probably can't show any abnormality to the 'Court of Owls'...not even a heartbeat or pupils."

"Poor kid." Lucian lowered his eyes with pity. "What a pity! What I need is a date who can testify for me."

He used force to tear off a large piece of scalp with the hair in his hand, but Winifred remained indifferent.

"Oh, sorry." Lucian put the hair in her hand. Winifred took it instinctively, but he held it tightly.

"Are you saying hello to me?" Lucian said with such force that he almost broke her fingers.

Winifred fluttered her eyelashes and said nothing.

"Oh, it seems not." Lucien loosened his hand and put the hair into her hand with a dull look.

Winifred took it, held it in her hand, lowered her head and remained silent.

"Okay, one last question." Lucian pinched her face and smiled gently, "I remember the name of that hotel..."

He pushed Winifred against the hard concrete wall, making a dull thud. "Oh, it has no name."

Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her forward, causing her to trip and he watched indifferently as Winifred fell straight to the ground.

Lucian laughed heartily. "I knew it! Come on, both of you! You can see everything now!"

"She! This Winifred... she's not a living person!"

Chapter 62: We...already have a plan

What Lucien needs may not necessarily be human evidence...it can also be physical evidence.

Winifred got up from the ground and stood there, blinking gently. The blood from her torn scalp slowly flowed into her eyeballs, staining them red.

All of this was seen by Bruce and Alfred who were following behind.

"Do you believe it now?" Lucian gestured for them to shoot Winifred. "The undead are mass-produced. We are all tools. I am just one of the lucky ones who awakened."

"It's not me you should be taking revenge on...it's the Court of Owls."

……

The blame was thrown out, and the Court of Owls also caught it firmly. The next challenge is how to become the life mentor of the little bat.

By the way, escape from the police station and prison, two places that are like owl puppets.

Exposure is Lucien's protection, and he has no doubt about one thing: if the aura of a celebrity criminal were a little weaker, he would have "disappeared", "died suddenly" or "died in an accident".

He is well aware of his own fighting strength. If he falls into the hands of the Court of Owls, he can only be used as an experimental consumable or be brainwashed into becoming a claw.

……

But there is no need to rush, at least he is safe until the court makes a ruling.

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"He uses arias, parallelism and metaphors... although in some cases they are not appropriate, but this proves that he lived in a place where the tone was pompous and aristocratic, similar to the Middle Ages."

"His apparent frailty doesn't match his strength or speed. His immortality must have frozen his life at a specific moment... He's only in his twenties."

Alfred slowly analyzed Bruce, telling him what he observed bit by bit.

Bruce turned his head to look at the night scene passing by outside the car window and spoke, his voice still dry: "Alfred, what is the Court of Owls?"

"This is the first time I've heard this as well." Alfred glanced at him sideways.

"But if they did it, there wouldn't be no clues... Perhaps there's an answer in the gentleman's study or safe."