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

He closed his eyes and put away the smile that had been on his lips.

Brock opened the door and said nothing. This man was not like Gordon, who was righteous and had nowhere to go. He was more content with his own gray area, and it was difficult for Lucian to get help from him.

They walked around the iron railings and went out. The black man chased them from inside. He followed their rapid movements through the fence:

"Haha! Don't think I don't know! You bitch! Who is sleeping with you at night?!"

"I knew people who look like you deserve to be severely humiliated!"

After being blocked by the cage, he grabbed the bars, trying to squeeze his face out, cursing:

"I love you noble models! I know you! Honey, you can't wait to enjoy my..."

……

Maybe he should have his thing cut off?

Or maybe he should find a few people to give him some fun?

Lucien answered Brock's questions absentmindedly while thinking.

"I saw what happened just now." Brock put down the pen in his hand and spoke suddenly. Gordon next to him was a little confused, but did not show it.

Lucian raised his eyebrows and said lazily, "What do you think, Mr. Officer?"

"I can move you to a solitary cell," Bullock said.

"Oh, really? Thank you very much." Despite saying this, Lucien was not very interested.

"So, maybe you want to take revenge on him? I can give you a plan to get into his cell." Brock clenched his fists and rested them on his chin.

Lucian raised his eyelids and smiled: "I'm afraid Mr. Officer is not aware of this matter. In fact, this is our hobby."

"I suppose you've also heard from Ms. Winifred that I like the same sex."

……

Lucien didn't want the police to get involved in this matter, not only because of the unspoken rule for prisoners to establish their authority, but also because he would be subjected to more severe and disgusting retaliation in private corners where the police couldn't see him.

Moreover, if he is protected by the police's intervention, it also means that when he chooses to retaliate, the black man will also be protected.

So he smiled and said, "Mr. Officer, you have to understand that this is just a hobby between two people who share the same view on love."

……

Under Brock's meaningful gaze, Lucian returned to the cell.

Lucien took a quick look and saw that the black man next door was sleeping. After thinking about it carefully, he understood.

Perhaps at night Wayne would use his power to move nearby criminals to other cells, which would also cause them to lack sleep at night.

When they filed back to their original place, they naturally found Lucian sleeping soundly. The black man also carried out his revenge during this period of time.

Lucian sat closest to him, staring at the black man's sleeping face. The three bullets that fell into his hands as a result of being shot were spinning around, making crisp sounds when they collided.

Chapter 64 Please take it, this is your black pot, Falconet

The current environment does not support them fighting each other.

Bruce shouldn't be feeding him bullets at night after discussing the cooperation last night...Lucian won't get any off-field assistance either.

"Lucian."

A voice suddenly came from the door.

Lucien looked up unexpectedly and saw the first person who called him by his name instead of calling him Jochel.

"Gordon?"

He held the bullet head in his palm, stood up and walked towards Gordon.

"Bruce told me everything." Gordon patted his shoulder through the fence.

"Oh, then he really trusts you," Lucien responded dryly.

Gordon said in a low voice with a pitying look, "It's not your fault that you look like the murderer. It's our fault..."

So that's what you're talking about. That little bat is quite efficient.

Lucien pursed his lips and said nothing.

"But I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for a while." Gordon raised his chin towards the black man: "Do you need help?"

"He should be the one who needs help." Lucian still refused.

"Okay, but it's best not to leave any evidence. Even though you are not the murderer, you are still under constant scrutiny. If something happens, the procuratorate may prosecute you." Gordon reminded.

Lucien smiled: "Of course."

When Gordon was about to leave, Lucian waved his hand, motioning him to come closer, and whispered, "Tell Bruce that I have something to say to him, and ask him to come see me tonight."

Gordon nodded slightly and did not refuse.

……

"Hey, bear with it, man." The other man sitting next to him was a skinny white man who seemed to be a drug addict. He was emaciated and emaciated. "He's one of the Romans' men."

"He has someone above him in the police station."

Lucien raised an eyebrow.

Roman...Falcone, that's right, it is the Gotham gang led by him at this time.

"Then why is he here?" Lucien asked, but the white man shook his head and said nothing more.

Lucien looked at the black man.

He said he would be sent to Blackgate Prison and would be certain to be in the same cell with Lucian, the criminal who killed the Waynes.

It seems that what he did was not a small thing.

But such an arrogant attitude...either he is taking the blame for someone else, or he is going to go to Blackgate Prison for something.

...No matter what the reason was, it meant that he had to ensure that he could get to Blackgate Prison smoothly, and he had to make sure that he went to the prison area for serious criminals.

Lucian shook the bullets in his hand, took out one of them, squinted his eyes and aimed. The bullet went through the railing and hit the black man's eyes straight, then bounced a few times and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The black man opened his eyes and looked gloomily in Lucien's direction.

Lucian interrupted him before he could speak, smiling: "Keep your voice down, I'm planning to escape from prison, do you have any ideas?"

In order to ensure that his crimes are sufficient, the black man will not try to make up for his mistakes and will not reveal Lucian's escape to the prison guards. Therefore, he will not know that Lucian's words were a lie.

"If you're willing to give me a good time with your ass." The black man sneered, "I'll consider it."

Lucian remained unmoved, resting his chin on his hand. “What’s your name?”

Not getting an answer, he added, "Actually, I'm gay too... but unfortunately, I'm the one above."

"If you're willing to go wash your butt, I don't mind then..." Lucien paused: "Okay, I do mind, after all... you look like you have a STD."

The black man narrowed his eyes and stood up: "Boy, where do you get the trust to provoke me?"

The size and words were oppressive, but Lucian, who was already used to being oppressed by the Joker, said calmly: "I said I want to escape from prison."

When the black man was about to curse, he said, "You might as well take a look at what I just hit you with to wake you up."

It seems that people of this body type don't have very good brains, and it also seems that he really fits the various characteristics of a traditional villain perfectly.

Strong, big-talking, and brainless.

So when he picked up the bullet, he naturally questioned: "You have a gun?"

Lucian picked up the other bullet in his hand, blocking it with his fingers to make it look complete: "I still have bullets."

The black man laughed and threw the bullet back. The copper material made a crisp sound on the ground. "A gun? It's not enough!"

He looked happy, and Lucien knew why.

If he told his superiors at the police station about Lucian's plan to escape from prison alone, he would be praised and rewarded, and his crime would not be reduced because of exposing Lucian.

Thinking of this, the black man's attitude improved. He asked with interest, "When are you going to escape from prison?"

Lucian smiled and said, "Remember the money man who let me have sex? He'll come again tonight, and I'll escape from prison. What do you think? Any ideas?"

The black man laughed out loud: "I have a better idea about your financial sponsor!"

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It was the familiar stinging feeling that woke people up, and the bullet was squeezed by the flesh and blood and fell to the side again.

Lucien slowly opened his eyes, picked up the one, and held it in his palm along with the others.

Bruce stood outside the door, looking at him through the bars. "What's going on?"

At such a young age, he already has the look of a silent future.

Lucian observed him admiringly for a long moment before saying, "The person next to me is Falcone's henchman... I suspect he was planted by Owl to kill me."

In some comic book settings, Falcone does have a close connection with the Court of Owls.

So Lucian put the blame on him as well: "...I once eliminated competitors for Falcone. You can check and see if several of his opponents died inexplicably."

It's normal for a few people to die inexplicably in Gotham.

"Perhaps there's even more obvious evidence... If you investigate carefully, you'll find that he's recently been in contact with a high-ranking police officer... He was planning to kill me tonight, but was stopped by his superiors because of your arrival."

"Don't they know you're immortal?" Bruce discovered the problem.

This was a loophole that Lucian had left intentionally. He looked at the perceptive little bat, smiled, and then replied nervously, "...They know."

"As long as you take away my head, I will lose my vital signs forever."

……

Dismemberment is a good way to deal with claws.

……

"Cousin!" He now knew that the so-called financial sponsor was Bruce Wayne, the victim of the case.

That wasn't a planned jailbreak at all, Wayne was taking advantage of the situation to resort to lynching!

After being scolded by his superior, the black man finally reacted.

……