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

"Because you don't want to sleep with her?" Bruce smiled.

"I'm not as open as you are. By the way, did you know that your lover in the Middle East is pregnant with your biological son?"

Bruce: ?

"Well, why would I know that... because your father-in-law is planning to have that child with my genes."

Bruce was silent for a moment as he digested this information, then said, "But realistically, he is indeed your child."

……

Because: Damian is Batman's child, Batman Lucian.

So: Damian is Lucien's child.

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The towering Gothic building, under the dark clouds, with dripping stone beasts on top.

A bat wrapped tightly with its wings looks like a thin ghost.

"Thank you for custom-making a bat suit for me." Lucian tugged at his cloak, but quickly put his hand down. He skillfully shot out the grappling hook gun and flew into the tall building.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."

"A 360-degree spinning pendulum, a plunging roller coaster, characters you can climb just by pressing the W key, and a super-realistic Gotham APG simulator..."

"Honestly, in the same sixteen years, you learned how to treat the world as a big reality show, and I learned how to be the reality show of this world."

"Bat proxy betting costs 9.9 yuan per play, and all you need to unlock it is a pair of parents who died in your hands."

"..."

The Joker's possession allowed Lucien to experience speed and passion, while the Batman's possession allowed him to experience Spider-Man's first-person perspective.

"At six o'clock, there will be more audiences enjoying your stand-up comedy performance at Cape Triangle." Alfred's voice came from the headset.

Yes, now he is Batman, so he has to fulfill his duties.

Bruce responds to Alfred and summons the Batmobile.

"How about it? Are you satisfied with this body?" Lucian looked at his shadow reflected in the car window.

"You should get your digestive system checked. Your body fat percentage isn't normal."

"I've been checked, but as far as I can remember, my body hasn't changed, you know? It's like time is frozen in me. I can't treat the diseases I already have, but there's no other way to make myself sick. And don't even mention body fat percentage. I thought I was finally gaining weight and was so excited, only to find out the scale was broken."

Lucien rambled on about the difficulties he had endured.

"It's probably a timeline issue. This might not even be my timeline... In the end, I mean after everything is over, I'll return to my own timeline. Digestive issues can be cured, weight can be gained... Maybe even my brain can develop again."

"Of course, there's no basis for this, it's just pure guesswork."

……

The typhoon has gone away, but its impact has not stopped. Although it has stopped raining in the past two days, there is still dense, cold and sticky water vapor in the air.

Chapter 93 Gotham Relationship

The bright lights of the Batmobile illuminated the road ahead, and its lightning speed made Lucian involuntarily look at the passenger seat - he did not succeed.

Bruce controlled his body. "While I'm not worried about your safety, we're driving a $500 million car at 200 miles per hour."

"..."

Lucien was thinking of the Joker, who had definitely not looked ahead when he was using a bunch of junk to make a bubble machine, and the Batmobile was traveling at supersonic speed at the time.

“I remember there was AI hosting.”

"So it's opening." Lucian pressed a button, then left the steering wheel and crossed his arms. Bruce said, "You can watch it now."

Lucien didn't turn his head. The same scene just now reminded him of the clown's subconscious behavior.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"The murder that happened upstairs from you that night. The victim was an employee of the Cobblepot family. I'm investigating this matter."

"Cobert..." Lucian thought of the Penguin, but quickly denied it.

Now is Falcone's administration, and the little penguin probably doesn't know where he is being laughed at.

That is the Cobblepot family.

The Cobblepot family is a member of the Court of Owls, and "Jochelle" is a former tool, akin to an enemy, to the court.

...Speaking of which, Lucien still doesn't understand what happened during the three months of amnesia.

"Is it that the owl has risen from the ashes and noticed my presence... looking over my shoulder?"

"Correct."

"I have a suggestion." He rubbed the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. "Why don't we take some time to find out what's going on with the files... or use some other method to restore my memory."

……

Lucien doesn't care much about his amnesia, just as he doesn't care whether he has a past or not.

But only on the premise that it does not disturb production and life.

……

"Your whereabouts are clear. You were out of control for only seven days... in the last seven days."

"Seven." Lucian chewed on the number.

-22 It took seven days for Batman to regain his sanity before the trial, and it took seven days for his claws and flesh to regain their activity... and it's still seven days now.

"This is a world where God exists. The Lantern Corps has seven colors, heaven has seven levels, and the Endless Family has seven people... Seriously, seven, is this a miracle? Or an exception? Or a reference to a higher level?" Lucian asked.

Batman simply responded, "Now you can tell me what God is, what the seven colors of the Legion are, what the seven levels of heaven are used for, and who the seven members of the Infinity Family are."

……

Cape Triangle is located on the edge of the city, close to the port and industrial area, and is a key hiding area for criminals.

"The murderer's coordinates disappeared here."

They stood in front of a dilapidated shipping container.

Walking in, it was a dark, damp and cramped environment, with rats making noises in the corners, and in the middle, there was flowing blood and a recently dead body.

"If this is the victim, I'm afraid we're one step too late. If this is the murderer, I'm afraid we're more than one step too late."

The boots stepped on the iron sheet without making any sound. Bruce walked closer and investigated the scene.

"There were signs of a fierce struggle. He fought with the murderer for a while, but was ultimately defeated and tied up and tortured to death."

There were many wounds on the deceased's body, and some pieces of flesh were scattered on the ground. Bruce turned his face over and observed it again.

He was a white man, thin and strong.

"I recognize him." Lucian suddenly spoke, carefully studying his face, and finally concluded:

"I recognize him... His name is Reuben Arnold. He's Israeli, and his father was a non-commissioned officer in the Ottoman Empire."

This is the passerby who sold Lucian to Lei Xiaogu in the Middle East.

"A filial son who sought the Lazarus Pool to save his mother, and was later sold to me by the Assassin's League in exchange for it... He's here? Perhaps he made another deal with the Assassin's League, perhaps to tell the League about the young master's son-in-law."

Bruce extracted the useful parts of the words, supplemented his identity information, and then said: "It seems that we are more than one step behind... This is the murderer who killed Cobblepot's employees."

"As for his murderer..." He took out a postcard from Reuben's arms.

The front is a bird's-eye view of the triangular cape, and the back is a handwritten poem - "All comedies end in marriage."

"'Byron's Poems,' the previous line is 'All tragedies end in death.'" Lucian's rich literary knowledge allowed him to immediately recognize it: "It seems that a mental patient has been born in Gotham, and he is a permanent resident of Arkham with a sense of ritual."

Bruce didn't respond and checked Reuben's wounds again.

"About 1.7 meters tall, of moderate weight. Proficient with knives and skilled in fighting in confined spaces. He inflicted prolonged damage on Reuben before killing him, leaving him unable to resist... the effects of the potion."

"He ultimately died three hours ago after his throat was slit."

Lucien listened to his analysis, which became more and more familiar, as if it was the criminal who had set up Bruce to die at his hands during that hypnosis session.

"Victor Zsasz," Bruce said. "That should be him."

……

Cobblepot's employee was a member of the court, and was then killed by Reuben, a member of the Assassin's League, who was then tortured to death by Falcone's subordinate Zsasz.

……

"Owl, the League of Assassins, Falcone." Lucian looked at the postcard and sighed, "What about Gotham connections... Why did such outrageous things happen as soon as I became Batman?"

Bruce had no expression on his face, as if he was still thinking. His eyes fell on Reuben: "Perhaps he wasn't assigned by the League of Assassins."

"This room has a strong sense of personal life, which is consistent with his characteristics... The Assassin's League is more standardized, or maybe he is a hired gun, but I am more inclined to another speculation."

"—He took the initiative to kill that person as compensation for you."

"Compensation?" Lucian felt uncomfortable all over when he heard the word.

"Yes, their living conditions are simple, their food preferences are clear, they won't shy away from cameras, and their basic anti-tracking skills are very poor... These don't seem like the characteristics of someone hired by the Assassin's League."

"Perhaps, out of guilt for leaking your information, he sought you out. When he was about to apologize, he discovered someone was following you. To compensate, he killed that person."

Lucien: ...

"This doesn't really make sense. How did you figure out so much? Did anyone tell you the script?"

"It's just a basic assessment." Bruce suddenly turned around and said, "Zasz hasn't left... Relax and get ready for battle."

It was previously determined that Zas was good at fighting in a small space.

Chapter 94: The Birth of the Dawn Lantern

Lucien felt himself quickly leaving the container.

……

In the sticky humidity, a round bulge above the container had been squatting there quietly for some time, revealing the flesh-colored shadow of its naked body.

Like a wild monkey.