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

……

Lucian leaned back slightly:

"...I'll have someone reload it with gunpowder, and it can be fired again."

He said, "This is a souvenir from me to you, just like the gun."

Refers to the gun at the scene of the murder of the Waynes.

But this unexpected gift seemed to disturb Bruce's thinking. He was slow to speak, so Lucian began to mutter:

"I originally wanted to keep them as souvenirs. I thought these three bullets could be exchanged for three helpings from you when you grow up... or something more interesting."

"But I changed my mind just as I was about to pierce it to make a necklace... I think you might need this thing more... This is the third time you've tried to kill me, regardless of your mentality and emotions."

"Perhaps this is just an interesting object for me... but you are a kind child. Perhaps this represents your threefold anger? Threefold impulsiveness? Threefold malice? I don't know..."

"But I think..." He paused, "our relationship shouldn't be limited to guns and bullets...it should be flowers and smiles."

Splashed with colorful sunlight, it now looks like an oil painting from the Rococo school, with just the right softness of color and light, revealing the hedonism of the European aristocracy of the 18th century.

"Of course, I'm not forcing you. You can choose whatever you want, Bruce. The three bullets just represent my feelings for you."

Lucian took out a gun from his arms, looked at him, and then pointed the gun at his head: "You can still treat me the same way as before... like this."

"boom--"

He fired a shot, and Bruce's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he showed a look of surprise after seeing clearly.

What shot out of the gun was not a bullet, but a bright blue rose.

Lucian took the flower from the barrel of the gun and handed it to him with a smile: "To me, your attempt to kill me with something you know won't kill me has only one meaning."

Chapter 75 Ten Years Ago (Revised)

The blue rose is very precious and rare in nature. It symbolizes miracles and the pursuit of impossible dreams.

This is Lucian's subtext.

He pulled the rose out of the gun barrel, and the water droplets on it rolled off as he moved. Lucian took out a spray bottle from his pocket and sprayed it, then handed it to Bruce with satisfaction:

"Every rose in the world has a thorn. If you are afraid of being pricked, you will never be able to enjoy the fragrance of the rose... Schopenhauer's famous saying."

The blue rose that Bruce took was gorgeous and fragrant, and the thorns on the stems were removed cleanly, making it smooth and flowing.

"What I mean is... your attack on me is like this... a flower without thorns, it only brings me pleasure, so to speak." Lucian smiled: "There's no need to feel psychologically burdened."

He seemed to be trying to comfort Bruce, but only he knew that the Green Lantern ring pressed against his skin was emitting rays of heat.

Lucian didn't dare to return the Green Lantern ring to Bruce... Many dark multiverses have proved that Batman, who has abilities beyond those of ordinary people, has a greater than 90% chance of turning evil.

He didn't have any personal ideas... Maintaining peace in the universe? Or fighting the little blue men? ... He had no interest in that.

As for throwing the ring back...that's even more impossible.

……

Lucien still wanted to give the ring to Bruce...he had been struggling with it.

But he didn't give it to me when they met this time, nor did he give it to me when they met next time, nor did he give it to me when they met the next time... He seemed to be struggling forever.

Like the persona he created for himself when facing Bruce, Lucien would go to "Gotham Daytime", but it was also like some kind of agreement that he would come to Wayne Manor once a month to meet with Bruce.

Of course, he would bring a gift every time...animal specimens, plant seeds, unknown eggs, music boxes of complex origins...some interesting things that Lucian could find in Gotham, and based on these things, he would have a conversation that was enjoyable for both the host and the guest.

...but he never gave Bruce the Green Lantern ring.

Until one day, after finishing a conversation, Bruce suddenly said, "I'm leaving."

Then Lucien knew it was time to learn from the world.

"You will succeed." He wished.

At this time, six years had passed since the Waynes passed away, and Bruce Wayne was already fourteen years old.

……

Bruce's departure from Gotham did not alarm anyone.

As the low-key black car drove away, Lucian seemed to be able to see the tire tracks, and after saying goodbye to Alfred, he chased after it.

……

Lucien couldn't be sure what this was, perhaps it was the connection between the Joker and Batman?

In short, no matter where Bruce goes, no matter when he leaves, no matter how slight his traces are.

The guidance of his sixth sense always allows Lucian to see his shadow.

……

In the study room of a top university where Bruce was studying hard, Lucien politely declined the mature woman's offer and drank coffee alone, his eyes narrowed leisurely. When he turned his head, he saw Japan in March.

The cherry blossoms outside the window were in full bloom. He lowered his head to put the sushi on his fork into his mouth and wiped the crumbs with a towel. Not far from Lucian, Bruce was learning stealth and ninjutsu in Chiriqui, sweat rolling down his forehead.

Water droplets fell from the sky, and Lucien walked along the Seine with a black umbrella. Bruce was knocked down by the French boxing master Henri Ducard and was struggling.

Then they climbed up the peaks of the Himalayas. The steaming hot air emitted the same temperature as the bonfire in the houses. Lucian put the crispy food on the outside and tender on the inside into his mouth with satisfaction.

Bruce resisted the mind control device in the XZ Temple for 26 consecutive hours. His lips were pale and he was almost exhausted. Lucian imitated a pilgrim and bowed his head with every step.

...even though he didn't know what he was asking for.

Bruce struggled to stand up, laughing as he watched Lady Shiva, who had been defeated by his traps and schemes. Lucian was struggling with the color of the gemstone on his cane.

……

Originally, this silent following was supposed to last for eleven years, until Bruce returned to Gotham at the age of twenty-five.

But something unexpected happened in the tenth year.

Sixteen years had passed since the death of the Waynes, and Bruce was now twenty-four years old.

……

He was on his last leg.

The League of Assassins in the Middle East.

Here he will learn how to stay calm in extreme circumstances, and will also sublimate his own ideas... He will also leave his first son here.

But to Lucien's surprise, Bruce encountered an unprecedented extreme challenge and an unprecedented crisis here - the Sahara Desert.

……

Lucian was holding a beer high in the crowd of the tavern, his exposed skin was wrapped in a somewhat tattered white cloth. He had one foot on the table, a revolver in one hand, and was gambling with another person in an awkward English mixed with various accents.

Bruce was seriously injured in an attack by local armed forces. He fell pale and bleeding in the desert, dying.

……

Maybe there is a destiny between the Joker and Batman.

Who knows.

……

By an extremely unlikely coincidence, Lucian arrived in the middle of the desert and discovered Bruce with almost zero chance.

He naturally recognized that the humanoid figure, almost buried in the yellow sand and walking like a corpse, was Bruce Wayne, whom he had been watching for ten years.

It was precisely because he recognized it that Lucien was in disbelief and almost shocked.

The possibility of Bruce's death had never crossed his mind.

Under the scorching sun, stepping on the scorching hot sand, this is the closest distance the Joker and Batman have been in ten years.

……

Lucian dug Bruce out of the sand. He tentatively touched his nose and was surprised to find a faint sound.

This is in the Sahara Desert, and the nearest flight or boat takes at least three hours.

Under Lucian's collar, the green lantern ring, which he had almost ignored for all these years, emitted a bright green light.

……

So Lucian took out the electrum he had obtained in the Court of Owls, which he had never used.

This would also give the host the ability to heal itself, wouldn't it?

That would also save Bruce, wouldn't it?

……

After using it, Lucian felt his heartbeat becoming stronger and his breathing becoming more obvious.

But it seemed that because there was no Dionysus factor mixed in, all Ember Gold could do was to pull Bruce back from the brink of death.

In a vast desert with no inhabitants, a person who can only maintain basic physiological characteristics, is unable to move and has no resources will still die.

……

Lucian took the canteen from his waist and fed him the first sip of water.

The connection that had been severed for ten years was reconnected with this saliva.

Chapter 76 Drink my blood, eat my flesh

"Well... fate."

Lucian carried Bruce on his back. He was still very thin... I don't know why, after all these years of eating and drinking well, he only gained two or three pounds. His back was still skinny and bony, and there was no flesh at all.

Bruce, however, was so strong that he seemed to be able to crush him, but Lucian carried him steadily on his back.

Like motor proteins transporting vesicles in human neurons.

……

Under the sun, Lucian felt thirsty, so he put Bruce down and fed water into his mouth; Lucian felt hungry, so he put Bruce down and pressed the food into powder and fed it into his mouth.

Lucien wasn't sure if he had ever died of thirst, or if he had ever died of hunger, or even if he had ever died of exhaustion.

He even forgot how long he had been walking.