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

Lucien didn't ask any further questions, but was just curious: "Are you taking antidepressants? Which one?"

"I didn't take any medicine... I was imagining I had a split personality or something like that, and then I suggested to myself that I should bury this memory in a box... I don't know what method worked, but I finally recovered."

"Where's your mom?"

"She's taking medicine and is much more stable." Jenny pointed to her wound. "I cut it in the winter, but it was discovered in the summer... I lied to her that I fell while climbing and cut my arm on a thorny plant."

"Did she believe it?"

"Who knows."

They chatted for a while longer until Lilith came over and knocked on the table. "Patients, where is my Duchess's exclusive Fountain of Youth?"

Lucian teased, "I'm trying to convince this virgin lady to contribute the raw materials."

"Convinced?"

"of course."

……

After making this cup, they had some free time, but the tone of the conversation changed. Jenny did not mention mental illness again.

This is normal, people with mental illnesses often have a sense of shame...which prevents them from talking about it.

Lucien spoke first: "I am also a patient... anorexia nervosa, I don't like and even resist eating."

"Why are you doing this?" Jenny asked curiously.

……

Maybe it's because the body is like that.

Lucien spun the round ice cube around with a spoon. "My mom does the same... When I was little, I ate too much and she called me fat, so that's how it is."

He didn't write it with much care, and it was a bit casual and perfunctory... but this is also a common behavior among patients.

What's more, his body shape itself gives people a sense of persuasiveness.

……

Perhaps out of sympathy, Jenny was no longer so shy and showed enthusiasm, both towards her work and towards Lucien.

Chapter 101 "Pursuers"

They were chatting about the usual issues.

For example, hobbies, favorite foods, and opinions on certain things.

After chatting for a while, Lucien discovered that Jenny was not a reserved person... She was more like a slow warmer, and soon she showed her chatterbox nature.

He was not bored by this. He listened carefully and occasionally said a few words to let the girl, who seemed to be introverted and taciturn because of personal problems, vent.

"To be honest, I'm a little afraid of men." Jenny suddenly smiled, her eyes resting on the wall of the glass, and she seemed to be looking at the reflected figure through the wall of the glass.

"I often feel that men who are too tall or too strong will hurt me."

"Are you afraid of me, then?" The reflected figure was squeezing a lemon.

"No," she said, "I even like you a little bit."

……

This was natural. Apart from being too thin, Lucien's appearance was quite good. Coupled with his always calm and level emotions, as well as his occasional sarcasm or not-so-funny jokes, he had developed a very good relationship with his colleagues.

……

"Thank you for your love, but if you are willing to bring the lemon over there, I will also like you." Lucien's emotions remained calm, pointing to the storage table and said.

Jenny breathed lightly, then put the thing over...it seemed that his attitude made her feel a little relaxed and unrestrained.

……

Some oppressed people have subconscious desires for sadism and masochism.

They will automatically judge who are the oppressors and who are the victims in their new environment.

……

"I had another big fight with my mom last night." Jenny said after watching him make a glass of wine.

As the crowd gradually dwindled, Lucian poured himself a glass of water and asked, "Why?"

"She thinks being a nightclub bartender isn't a good job...she thinks I'd be unsafe." Jenny pursed her lips. "She's right, but it's useless. She can't offer me a better job, and I can't give up this one."

She sighed. "Actually, I've become accustomed to her meaningless preaching... There's no better way, so what can I do? She brings nothing but unnecessary anxiety to me."

Lucien put down the cup and didn't ask why she couldn't give up. He just asked, "Where is your home?"

"Crime Alley."

"...I live nearby too, we can go together, and you can tell your mom I'm a girl or gay, and she'll feel more at ease."

After saying that, Lucien turned around and took out a snack from the kitchen and handed it to her: "Eat something while there are few people here."

It was a not very pretty chocolate mousse.

Jenny took it, put a piece in her mouth, and tasted the sweetness.

Sweetness can often soothe the soul and make people feel happy.

"Thank you," she said.

"It's okay." Lucian put the egg tart into his mouth and swallowed it. "There are always some things that are not done properly or have hair on them... It's a free employee meal. If you're hungry, go to the kitchen and get some."

……

People in Gotham generally avoid traveling at night. They either stay at home after dark or stay in nightclubs/casinos/bars all night.

It's eight o'clock in the morning, a good time to go out.

"I suggest you just tell your mother I'm gay, it's safer..."

But Jenny had a different opinion: "Can I tell her you're my boyfriend?"

Lucien was a little surprised, then he calculated her age and thought about the local customs and practices - indeed, a boyfriend was more suitable.

"If she doesn't mind you finding yourself a boyfriend on your first day at work." He shrugged.

"In fact, she's more concerned that I haven't found a boyfriend in such a long time."

……

Lucien returned home, fried himself an egg, and drank the entire bag of milk.

Before going to bed, I remembered the digestion-promoting medicine I bought yesterday, opened it, put it in my mouth, and swallowed it with water.

"I hope it works."

Having said that, Lucien didn't hold out much hope.

----

I no longer dreamed of that fixed scene...but a stage.

Lucian looked at the audience and heard his own accusation:

"No, I mean—you're a scumbag too, Murray. You played my video and invited me here just to make fun of me. You're just like them!"

The talk show host interrupted him:

"Enough! Look at the consequences of your 'joke'! The city is rioting, police officers are getting hurt, and you're still laughing!"

Lucian saw himself staring at the host and shouted, "Do you know what happens when you piss off a mentally ill person who's been abandoned by society and treated like trash?"

"Call the police!"

"You'll reap what you sow!"

Then gunshots.

Then one person died.

……

So this is what he was thinking when he saw Ms. Taylor...

……

"Ding ding ding—"

The sound of the alarm clock.

Lucian opened his eyes and remembered something. Taking the 2019 Joker as an anchor, he remembered the plot and comics of the DC series.

It was already dusk outside, and bats were flying up and down like pieces of paper.

bat.

He walked to the window, pulled back the glass, looked at the small creatures, and said to himself, "Bats?"

"Where's Batman?"

It seemed like some kind of cognitive impairment. Lucian only remembered some information when he realized that this was DC Gotham, the city where Batman existed.

"Bruce Wayne died twenty-five years ago."

"The current Batman is called the Saint Bat... He is the object of faith of the cult, and he kills people."

"Dong-dong-dong—"

A melodious and huge bell sound came, carrying an ancient and heavy feeling.

Today is Sunday, in other words, it is Sunday.

"I remember the statue of the saint bat standing in the church...would you like to go and see it?"

The thought only flashed through his mind, and Lucian felt that his life was not that long when he ran in front of the murderous Batman.

"This should be some unknown dark multiverse... Batman gave up his identity as Bruce Wayne and decided to rule Gotham in the name of God? The father-changing hero?"

"Bat Gate..."

As the sun sets, sparse neon lights come on.

After finishing his meal, Lucien waited at the intersection where he had agreed to meet Jenny.