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

……

Lucien turned to the next page.

"He first appeared at the firefight inside Falcone on March 3th. After being injured by a bomb, he displayed a strong ability to heal himself."

March 3th should be the time when he came to this world. At that time, Lucian asked the Flash to take him to the place with the most people in Gotham.

It's reasonable to have a gunfight in a crowded place in Gotham.

"On March 3, he appeared at the police morgue and was found by Angora No. 11 and brought back to court."

This should be the place where Lucian is located at the center of the battlefield. He has died so many times and so frequently that he is afraid of attracting the attention of Barbatos, so he pauses his resurrection and falls into suspended animation.

"On March 3th, during research on a corpse, he suddenly regained signs of life and claimed to be Jack Oswald White. He was subsequently handed over to the Claw Division for brainwashing."

This is probably the reason why Lucian lost his memory...his memory was washed away by brainwashing.

He also wanted to understand why he called himself Jack Oswald White.

Lucien can remember his own name with no previous memories, only knowledge and instinct.

Then he would surely be able to sense the dissonance when being called by different names.

As for why he called himself Jack Oswald White...

"Maybe I think the Joker's real name has some special power that can help me restore my memory?"

It was indeed in line with Lucian's guess. After being brainwashed, the characteristics he displayed were slightly different from those of other claws.

"On April 4st, the brainwashing failed and the product was declared a failure, suitable for single use only."

"On April 4th, no abnormal substances were found in the body during research on self-healing abilities."

High-purity Dionysus factor will not leave the host body unless the Joker's spine is directly removed like Luthor did.

"April 4th, not found."

"April 4th, not found."

What followed was a long series of undiscovered findings, which completely broke the defenses of Lucian and other forensic researchers.

Until the data changed in May.

"On May 5th, the research institute confirmed that the experimental subject's physical skills were average, but his marksmanship was excellent, making him suitable for long-range sniping and close-range gunfights."

reasonable.

"On May 5th, the subject showed signs of awakening self-awareness. Re-brainwashing is recommended."

The following series of brainwashing made Lucian see the stubborn resistance of his own consciousness.

until……

"On June 6th, the subject was consumed once and for all—Killing Wayne."

It turned out to be the case.

Lucien closed the file and smiled silently.

"I really should practice my taijutsu skills. Not to mention being like the Joker...at least I should have fought with claws."

……

There are only files here against the Talons, the Experiments, and the Court's hostile families.

No matter how stupid the White Masks are, they would never create a complete and detailed file on themselves that could be used as a handle by others at any time.

……

After reading this, Lucien searched the courtroom again, finally opened the secret door, found some frozen claws, the brainwashing machine, and electrum, and finally returned to the conference room.

"One, two, three... twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four."

Lucian clapped his hands. "I thought at least two would escape..."

Apparently, their only escape was to crawl on their hands or wriggle along the ground.

Neither posture is in line with their so-called "celebrity" status.

Another reason is probably that Gotham at this time still retains some kind of "rules".

Chapter 70 Are you a hero? Are you a villain? Are you Batman?

At this time, the people of Gotham still retained some trust in each other.

This trust lasted for the entire city until it was broken by an unreasonable psychopath.

Maybe this thing is called...gangster spirit?

Lucian had none of that.

He still wants to brainwash all these people...what other solution is there?

but……

"You should be thankful that my skill tree hasn't reached the point of brainwashing yet." It's a good idea, but he won't do it.

Lucian removed the masks from their faces one by one, looked at them carefully, and made sure that he didn't recognize any of them.

"Or... hang up street lights."

It's three o'clock in the morning.

To prevent them from struggling, Lucien knocked them out one by one with a crowbar, found a cart to stack them together, and then found an elevator to transport them to the ground.

……

It's a park-like place, but not Robinson Park.

Lucien woke up the homeless people sleeping nearby, distributed the money collected from the court, and then pointed to the cart behind.

"Tied to the streetlight."

"Uh... why?" one of them asked cautiously.

“Capitalists should hang streetlights.”

?

Looking at Lucian's blood-soaked clothes, no one asked any more questions wisely.

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"you made it?"

"Yes, I succeeded."

"You didn't kill anyone, did you?"

"Yes, I didn't kill anyone."

Lucian, wearing the clothes full of bullet holes and blood, knocked on the door of Wayne Manor.

It was Bruce who opened the door. He had dark circles under his eyes and it looked like he hadn't slept all night.

"Where's Alfred?" Lucian asked.

"Afu went to sleep, it's just me."

"That's great. I just happened to want to talk to you." Lucian treated the eight-year-old boy in front of him as an adult. "Is that okay?"

"living room?"

"No, I want to go to your bat's nest."

Bruce looked at him and finally didn't refuse.

……

A very interesting thing is that when Batman was a child, his biggest fear was bats.

……

"None of them are dead, but they will all die today. I've hung them all from the streetlight."

Bruce: ?

Lucien took out Wayne's share from the bag: "I found out about their feud with your parents."

Bruce took the papers he handed him, but without opening them, he asked, "Why did you hang them on the streetlights?"

"...What else?" Lucian thought, isn't this what you will do when you grow up?

"This organization is a nocturnal creature, similar to vampires... They cannot be exposed to sunlight." He patiently explained the logic behind his outrageous behavior:

"When they reveal their presence, naturally someone will fight them for us."

"You mean..." Bruce thought for a moment, "The terrifying thing about the Court of Owls is that no one knows whether it exists... But after tonight, this organization will be confirmed to exist. Do you want to incite panic and use public opinion against them?"

Lucian nodded slightly. "The crowd is blind, a mob... I just need to become a special black goat to easily guide the direction of public opinion."

This is the clown's theory... No, the clown said, this is the Romans' theory.

Lucian looked at the silent Bruce and patted his shoulder:

"I solved the problem without killing anyone."

"I didn't use the bomb you gave me because I wanted to show you that you don't have to kill or gore to achieve your goals... Death is something you can't regret." He chuckled. "Of course, saying this from the perspective of an immortal is quite amusing."

Bruce still didn't say anything. Lucien felt in his pocket and asked, "Can I have a cigarette?"

Not being rejected, Lucien lit a cigarette:

"The current atmosphere..."

"I should speak justice, I should speak kindness, I should speak tenacity, I should speak hero... just like I want you to be."

"So you want to tell me now?" Bruce tilted his head.

"Of course I have to say it... but I also feel that I shouldn't say this."

The two people's breathing was shallow, and in the dark environment, no one could see the other's expression. Only their eyes looking at each other reflected the scorching light.

"...I'm an ordinary person, a bit clever...I can't be a villain, nor can I be a hero. Similarly, I have no right to comment on their affairs, and there is no reason for you to become a character that only exists in legends."

"Perhaps we should change the question..." Lucian exhaled a puff of smoke: