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

"ah-----"

A piercing female scream broke the silence.

"Ninety-nine percent of it's a homicide." Lucien couldn't help but laugh. "I've had enough. I've had enough."

"Shit Gotham! Shit Dark Multiverse! Shit Barbatos!"

……

He looked at Bruce, his eyes seemed to be burning with green phosphorus, waving his hands with a strong smile: "Go, detective, go, Gotham's little Sherlock Holmes."

"Go see what tragedy has happened right in front of you, and see which Gotham psychopath has killed someone here."

Lucian couldn't help but laugh: "I shouldn't have expected Batman to not kill people or play a Joker role-playing game."

"This place is a dark multiverse that deserves to be corrupted and destroyed!"

Chapter 90 We Meet in a Dream

As the door closed, Batman left.

Lucien leaned back on the sofa, his eyes half closed, as if he was thinking about something, or as if he was just about to fall asleep in such a strange posture.

The purple veins on the skinny neck were clearly visible, and the fingertips that usually held a cigarette were half-open in the air, feeling empty inside.

……

Why is the dark multiverse so ridiculously fragile?

Why can't Batman kill people?

Even in the dark multiverse, Batman's will should actually be extremely firm before a certain abnormal node.

……

Lucian swore that when he heard the words "Meat Crusher" and "Iron Maiden", he really saw the shadow of the Joker in Batman.

Of course, he was not afraid of the so-called clowns. What terrified him was the hallucination-like creatures from the other world, with crazy smiles and sharp teeth shadows.

What he saw in that instant was not the Joker.

...is the laughing egg case.

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A crimson circle hung in the distance, the setting sun. Before me lay a shimmering sea, bathed in sunlight, like lava.

There is a bench by the sea, made of wood, rotten, and even the cracks reveal its age.

There is a person sitting on the chair.

He took off the hat with a blue peacock feather stuck in it, turned his head, looked at the figure behind him with his crystal green eyes, and laughed out of his throat:

"It's been a long time, my dear, lovely, poor, my... Mr. Murderer."

Lucian listened to this in surprise. He looked up and saw this scene that seemed out of this world. Then he understood: "So, this is a dream?"

"Dream, hallucination, or perhaps a crack in space? Who can tell? Of course, if you think this is a dream... then this is our first true dream rendezvous." A smile spread across his face, covered in bright paint, as he said:

"My love, please sit here."

Lucien walked over, his feet sinking into the warm, soft sand... until he walked over and sat down on the old wooden chair.

The wooden chair made a trembling sound.

He saw a profile that he would never forget - the clown.

"...Aren't you in time stop?"

"Stop," the clown said. "Don't discuss this. When I stand before you now, you should know that it's useless to think about this."

"You wouldn't have asked these questions before... Is it because you think you're at peace and safe now, so you've relaxed and let down your guard?"

……

Lucian's gaze shifted, settling on the bright sunset in the distance. He was silent for a long moment. "...I really don't understand why I have to go through all this. I should be like most people, with only food, sleep, work, and family to think about every day...I should be obsessed with money, power, and beauty."

"Instead of traveling to the so-called dark multiverse as a useless time traveler, playing the role of a crazy, laughing psychopath, and training a warrior who was born to be a hero..."

"Why do I have to do this? And then experience pain? Despair? Danger? ... I'm not obsessed with this. What I'm obsessed with is tobacco, alcohol, sex and even marijuana."

He seemed like an old man over 80 years old, muttering about the regrets and confusions of his half-life.

The person sitting next to him, who should have been listening, sneered: "Are you confused about this? Confused boy, what is there to be confused about?"

"I've been chasing cars my whole life, and I don't even know why I'm chasing them."

The peacock feather was blown onto the finger by the sudden warm wind. The old man who had been complaining was suddenly stunned. Lucian looked at the clown... He had never observed him like this before. His eyes licked his skin inch by inch, and then he used his hands to touch him in every detail as if he were a blind man.

The Joker didn't refuse, his eyes distant and nostalgic, he leaned in close and touched his lips to Lucien's forehead.

"I know what you're trying to confirm." A gentle voice came: "That's right, you're right."

……

From the very beginning, Lucien couldn't see the clown's face clearly.

……

"I told you, you are my past." The Joker said tenderly, as if he were treating his lover: "You will always be confused, chasing cars and being dragged by chains... You will never know your goal, and you will not be happy for a long time."

"You will always be a dog... From your current immaturity to an old dog like me... You will always be like this, always being pushed around by the so-called plot and the so-called goals."

"Even though you just want to be an ordinary person living an ordinary life before the world is destroyed."

……

The rhythmic sound of waves crashing on the beach is safe, healing, and drowsy, like the song of a siren.

Lucien looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Okay, okay, my old dog... my future, thank you, thank you for telling me how bad my life will be."

"But this is not what I need right now... What you should tell me is, what should I do?"

"But I didn't come to see you to talk about such boring things."

"If you want to continue discussing life with me, then please first solve my recent crisis... or tell me the source of this weirdness."

"That's meaningless." The Joker was puzzled. "Do you think I'm an NPC in a puzzle game where you can reveal the clues in a 60-second commercial?"

Lucian shrugged. "But my adventure game resurrection didn't even require sixty seconds of watching an ad."

He was referring to his own infinite resurrection.

"...But I can't tell you directly, this is the rule."

"Since when do clowns start following the rules?"

"It's different." The orange light from the setting sun shone on the clown's face. "My coming to see you is an answer, a hint... or perhaps a puzzle."

"Don't think about useless things. What you should learn is how to knit the wool that has been tangled into a ball by the cat."

“But I don’t have the instructions right now.”

"You can grope."

"I don't have a crochet hook either."

"You can use your fingers instead."

"I'm color blind and can't distinguish colors."

"Colorful fabrics are more beautiful."

"So what can you help me with?"

"A place... a quiet place where no one can disturb you."

"Are you on the premises?"

"Sometimes, maybe."

……

Lucian sat on the bench, looking at the sunset in the distance. There was no one around him, only the man in the hat with peacock feathers was sitting quietly.

It was as if he was the only one here, and the so-called clown was just a phantom he imagined and accompanied him.

……

Clown, clown.

he thinks.

Chapter 91: Plan to Kill Wayne

It was difficult for Lucien to explain what the Joker was to him.

Even though he is a villain and even though he tells lies all the time.

But at least for him, the Joker is extraordinary.

……

Lucien would trust him, rely on him, and even confide in him when things got worse.

In the early days of the Laughing World, it was in a closed environment, and when two people got along in this environment, the most likely symptom to appear was Stockholm.

Besides, the notorious criminal had never hurt him at all.

……

He picked up the hat and put it on his head, and the peacock feathers stood up.

"This really feels like a dream," Lucien said to the rotten wooden chair, "and the Joker is just a product of my longing for him... I really miss him. At least he exists, so I don't need to dwell on the relationship between Batman and the Joker, or whether I can be called the Joker."

"But maybe." He flicked the beautiful blue peacock feather: "I remember that Joe Chel was the clown in some settings."

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The snow-white waves were edged with red by the setting sun, warm and ardent, like a cup of steaming black tea, while the gentle wind blew through the curls, saying, "The world is becoming more and more beautiful."

"But this is a fake world, it's just a dream." Lucian couldn't help but explain, "Where you are is the way it will always be. Even if it is destroyed one day, it will remain the same as it is now."

"What does it matter?" said the wave. "That's beautiful too."