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

"As time goes by... there are more and more clown images that people can remember, but the frequency of distinctive clowns is decreasing."

"It's past the age where you can just cover your beard with white powder and go on the big screen." (In 1966, Romero, playing the Joker, didn't want to shave his beard so he covered it with white powder)

……

The air fell silent.

Lucian's gaze shifted from the sunset to the sea, then to the beach, finally settling on a wooden chair. He looked at the immovable and distant figure and changed the subject: "Who is 'He'?"

This thing, which has existed in the dream since the very beginning, cannot be seen clearly and cannot be approached.

"The Joker? Batman? Jenny?"

Jack also didn't realize that he was one step further away from Him than Lucian was—an air barrier, a distance that couldn't be stepped out of.

“Maybe one day you’ll become a truly unique clown and only then will you be able to approach, take off your hat, and discover that you were the one who knew nothing in the beginning.”

……

"That's so sad."

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Today is Sunday in the third week of the last month of summer.

It's that time of year when Jean Paul meets Bruce Wayne.

It is the day every year when the Saint Bat and Batman debate.

Wayne Tower.

Twenty-eight years ago, Bruce was defeated in the battle with Bane, and was defeated in the battle with the Angel of Death for the identity of Batman...So he was imprisoned in Wayne Tower by Jean Paul, and his limbs were cut off year by year, leaving only the organs necessary for survival.

They meet on Sunday of the third week of the last month of summer every year.

……

"Long time no see, Bruce." Jean Paul walked up to Batman, who was left with only his head and torso, relying on machines to survive and completely losing the ability to move.

"I want to know, do you agree with my approach this year?"

The glove made of Kairav ​​material touched the face of the human pig.

"Do you want my approval?" Despite being in this situation, Bruce still sneered.

Chapter 112 "Suddenly Enlightened"

"I think it's the job of a winner to make a loser realize his mistakes."

Jean Paul's hand fell on Bruce's eye sockets, as if he wanted to press it, but finally moved it to his ear and changed the subject.

"Have you had a good night's sleep lately?"

Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "I thought the phantom pain wouldn't torment you for so long... and the epilepsy, your epilepsy is too severe."

Looking at Bruce's brain exposed in the transparent instrument, he seemed to be wondering: "Did the skull cutting damage your brain tissue?"

There was no response, so Paul let go of his hand and turned to look at Gotham through the glass: "Recently I discovered an old friend."

"A coward who escaped twenty-eight years ago, a murderer responsible for countless crimes...your former enemy, a piece of trash."

clown.

This is also the only super villain that Jean Paul has never met.

Ever since the Angel of Death temporarily replaced Batman, he has been dormant in Arkham Asylum. When Jean O Paul became the Holy Bat, the famous criminal emperor disappeared in Gotham City without any warning.

Jean-Paul originally planned to use the Joker's blood to announce his return, but he couldn't find anyone, so he had to use the death of Bane, who defeated Batman, instead.

This is also a knot in his heart.

"He's unexpectedly young and immature. Tell me, Bruce, will he give him the same playing cards that the old clown gave him when you gave me the cape?"

Jean Paul pulled a serrated knife from his belt and lifted Bruce's chin.

"Don't worry, he's nothing. I will win. Maybe you're at a disadvantage in your fight with the Joker, but at least I'll prove that your vision for choosing a successor is much better than his."

The cold knife was close to Bruce's left ear, the serrated blade cut back and forth, blood dripping...

"Ah——" Bruce screamed, but unfortunately his vocal cords were damaged to some extent, and his voice was even hoarse than when he was Batman.

"As always, I will give you a choice, Bruce. As long as you give me the most basic acknowledgement... I can end your suffering."

The ear was cut off bit by bit and finally fell to the ground. Paul looked at the piece of flesh with regret: "This is your last organ."

After twenty-eight years, Bruce felt like he had been tortured to death, living a miserable life as a human pig, with glucose, blood, and excrement flowing through tiny tubes behind him...

……

Lucian also sat on the ground, grabbed a handful of golden sand, and watched it slowly slip away from his hands.

Jack beside him stopped talking. He looked at the gun over and over again, taking it apart and then putting it back together again, unable to let it go.

"Since there is nowhere to escape, I might as well be happy. Since there is no pure land, I might as well be calm. Since it didn't go as I wished, I might as well let it go." Lucien's expression was calm and comfortable.

"That's a real revelation." Jack snorted and laughed. "Now, you don't even care whether you live or die?"

Lucian thought a lot. The concepts of "a bad day," "clown cluster," and "independent existence" kept turning around in his mind. In the end, he just felt tired and bored. "Honestly, I think none of this makes sense."

……

This is what makes him most difficult to match. After thinking about it, he is even willing to watch himself die.

"You're much crazier than I am, dear." Jack reached out to catch the scattered sand. "I even feel like I'm not the crazy part of you, but the human part."

"Strip me away, and you will be God, the Holy One, and Jesus who was willing to bear the cross."

The man who was regarded as the Jesus of the modern age bent his legs, placed his hands on his knees, lowered his chin, and blinked his green eyes slowly, like a flat mirror.

"It's invincible." Jack gave a thumbs up.

Figuratively speaking, if the Joker is water, the others are dams, using various materials to resist the invasion and protect their village, while Lucian is a layer of oil. He lets the water wreak havoc, watching the village being flooded with his own eyes, while he himself remains unscathed.

He even didn't want to be that layer of oil, and just wanted to be one of the drowned when the water came... But because of this attitude, his "oil" characteristics became more solid and firm.

"You've thought a lot about it, and you've already taken some actions... At least in front of Catwoman, you acknowledged the Joker's identity."

"But this is meaningless." Lucian was puzzled: "What if I become a clown? What if I don't? What if I participate? What if I quit? What will happen if I die? What will happen if I live?"

Yes, he couldn't empathize with himself and even found it difficult to understand his previous actions.

It can be said that the policy changes every day.

Jack was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Set a goal for yourself, whether you are willing or not... I am really worried that one day you will feel that life is too tiring and decide to die."

……

Jean Paul's gaze fell back on Bruce's painful and hideous face, and a smile appeared under the fully covered mask: "I will sacrifice my rule with the blood of the clown."

"Bruce, I will prove myself right."

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In a secret laboratory in Gotham, Toni stood in front of the instrument and looked at the naked body.

Brown eyes and hair, freckles on the face, Asian face.

——This is Jenny, or rather, Jenny’s clone.

After pressing the button, Jenny's memories came back, and her eyes slowly lit up.

"Are you okay?" Toni asked.

"……fine."

From the very beginning, Jenny was a clone, and her memory was not stored in her brain, but refreshed in the chip in a timely manner, which ensured that she could live again after changing her body.

"Don't show up in front of others from now on...especially stay away from the Joker." Toni handed her clothes and then cleaned up the table. "You are our ultimate weapon to control him."

Jenny put on her clothes slowly without saying anything, which was considered as her agreement.

Jenny brought Lucien a normal life, and didn't Lucien also bring her a normal life?

She is just a clone, not a silicon-based life form, and she has her own subjective emotions.

"Those two children..."

"You know." Toni sighed, "Because of a genetic defect, you can't have children. They won't survive anyway."

Jenny stroked her flat belly and asked, "What's the gender?"

"One man and one woman."

Bruce and Selina.

Her expression softened. "Okay, I'll just live here from now on... until someone comes looking for me again."

Tone nodded, left her the communication device, and left.

Chapter 113 "Killing"

“Click—”

There was a very light sound of landing, someone sneaked into the room... He obviously had a clear goal.

In the dim light, you can see the curve of a human figure bulging on the bed.

Then the knife was drawn from his waist... without a sound, and without reflecting a snow-white light... and then he stabbed down.

……

nobody.

"Bah-"

The cold barrel of the gun pressed against his full-cover helmet, followed by a slow and steady voice:

"Good evening, my friend..."

"Don't expect your eggshell to stop a bullet... If he has superhuman strength, forget what I said."

But he didn't struggle. Apparently, the full-cover hood had no ability to block bullets at close range.

"I remember you." The welding gun hanging on his waist was taken down: "The torchbearer who was given the equipment of the Welding Dog Man..."