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

……

Lilith asked Jenny, "What if your mother can't be persuaded?"

Jenny was silent for a long time again: "...I don't know, maybe I will break off relations with her, or maybe I will kill her."

"Will you turn to the Saint Bat because of her?"

"No." This was the most decisive question she asked, and she even added an explanation: "...I can't forget my father's death."

……

Lilith asked Lucien, "Why are your hair and eyes this color?"

"Acquired."

"How is it formed?"

"Gene mutation."

……

Jenny asked Lilith, her tone confused, "Why would you choose to recruit me when my mother has turned to the Saint Bat?"

"If I said I was moved by your father's hatred... I'm sorry." Lilith smiled apologetically: "I forgot, this is a truth or dare game."

"Well, the truth is... your mother also couldn't get over her husband's death, and she came up with the idea of ​​going undercover a long time ago."

“…” Jenny’s expression was awkward and weird, as if she had expected it, but also seemed relieved.

……

Jenny maintained that expression. Time passed slowly, her clenched teeth loosened, the muscles in her cheeks relaxed, and she exhaled.

Lilith inquired, "Will you surrender to the Saint Bat?"

"...No." Jenny smiled.

"What would you give to stand up to him?"

"One life."

The problems between them became harmless and boring again, but Lucien and Lilith were still testing each other.

……

Lucian asked Lilith, "Is the partner or leader of this organization a super villain or the successor of a super villain?"

It's a normal situation. After Batman disappears, the villain saves Gotham.

Lilith narrowed her eyes and nodded.

……

Lilith asked Lucian, "What do you think of the Sage Bat?"

"A thief."

"What to think of Batman."

"The Sisyphus of the present age."

"How do you view the rebels?"

"They were united by their own interests, using grand slogans to guide the ignorant. This was created to replace the holy bat."

Lilith didn't get angry, but smiled: "Image."

……

The dice keep spinning in the tube, red, white and black appearing alternately, and the crisp collision sound gives people the illusion of gambling...and the chips are the secret.

Lilith asked Lucian, "Will you oppose the Saint Bat from the bottom of your heart?"

"I can."

"To what extent can it be achieved?"

Lucien looked at Jenny and chose the same answer: "One life."

……

Lucian asked Lilith: "Do you have any other creatures similar to Catwoman?"

"Correct."

"Give me an example."

"Penguin - Arms Partner, Son of Bane - Leader."

"Which force has the greatest influence on the resistance?"

"Wanted."

"You don't seem very loyal. Why are you willing to answer such confidential questions?"

"As you said, I'm unfaithful."

……

The sky gradually brightened, and the clock in the room pointed to seven o'clock... The mutual testing came to an end, and all three parties got the answers they wanted.

"You can come here to exchange intelligence normally. If you are planning to resist the Saint Bat, you can come here to seek help."

"And, the code." Lilith drew a W shape in the void, and then drew a horizontal line through it.

----

Lilith watched them leave, simply cleaned up the coffee on the table which showed little signs of drinking, then opened the door and walked to the lonely Catwoman.

"Jenny was what we agreed on...but why Lucien?"

She pushed Catwoman's wheelchair and asked, "We don't know him very well. He's been here for less than a month."

The wheelchair turned and Catwoman was pushed into another room. The soft yellow light seemed like the afterglow of the sun. She was silent for a long time, recalling something.

The sound was like some kind of vibrating pitch:

"The clown, because he's a clown."

Chapter 104: Clown PTSD

The Joker disappeared in Gotham after the appearance of the Saint Bat. Some said he was killed and dismembered, some said he left the city, and some said he was imprisoned and completely lost his freedom.

In short, as time went by, people gradually forgot the former criminal emperor.

----

The beach, the sunset, the waves, the wooden chairs, and the people whose faces can’t be seen clearly.

It was still the same scene, but it seemed that Lucian was approaching... He left the first footprint on the beach, and the person whose specific form was unknown turned his head slightly.

...although I still can't see clearly.

……

He woke up from a nap at noon today and had free time in the afternoon.

But while getting dressed, Lucien felt a rash on his chest. He bent down and sniffed the bed covers: "Are there mites?"

This is also normal. In a city shrouded in dark clouds, you have to worry about whether clothes will get moldy when drying them.

He took out the spray from the bedside table and sprayed it, not caring.

……

Although Lucien had lived in Gotham for more than twenty days, he had never really observed the city until now.

"Isolated from outside traffic, with an independent signal system, the only news on TV and mobile phones is about the Saint Bat or the cult."

"Technology and economic development have stagnated, and class mobility is completely stagnant... It's impossible to go to school or find a job safely, and gangs and illegal industries are rampant. It's a bit like a certain place in the sea... but several times worse."

But amidst these serious social problems, the people of Gotham are strangely stable and peaceful.

Lucien thinks about the death of Jenny's father.

"The Angel of Death has the power to control others... I remember it was called the Voice of Unity, an ability that was inspired in the Justice League: Odyssey comics."

He can influence everyone present through his voice, and can make people absolutely convinced and regard him as God.

"Perhaps he's using this ability to stabilize Gotham..."

Lucien opened the window, leaned over the window frame, and looked around aimlessly.

There are few vehicles and pedestrians, and most of the buildings are somewhat dilapidated...

He waited here for nearly two hours and didn't see any pregnant women or people under the age of twenty.

"Boom—boom—boom—"

Something that looked like wood was colliding with the door panel, slowly and rhythmically.

Someone is knocking on the door.

Lucien casually put the gun in his pocket and after opening the door, he realized that he had been worrying too much.

He was an old man who was about to die.

"You are?" he asked.

The old man looked at him, his face wrinkled and his green eyes cloudy and lifeless. He hesitated for a long time, and when Lucien asked again, he looked up at the house number.

"Sorry...wrong door."

Wrong door?

Lucian looked at him leaning on crutches, looking skinny and bony. He pursed his lips and finally felt kind: "Where is home? I'll take you there."

The old man waved his hand and pointed to the door opposite: "...I live here."

He took out his key, opened the door, and walked in.

……

Lucien watched the door slowly close and realized something was wrong.

...Why are you knocking?