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

"I can hear your inner voice begging you to kill me."

Bruce's expression did not change, it remained the same, clearly reflecting Lucien's confusion and hesitation.

He took out his pistol, tossed it up and down, pointed it at Bruce very rudely, put his finger on the trigger, and squinted his eyes to aim.

If Lucian chose to shoot now, Bruce would be completely unable to stop him, he wouldn't even be able to dodge... and the others were outside the room, and it would be too late when they heard the gunshot.

Bruce turned his gaze away, looking out the window, and said regretfully: "Well, I'll die in your hands... Maybe you'd be willing to save Gotham from the Angel of Death after I die?"

All he could think about was Gotham.

After a long silence, Lucian finally chose to throw the gun to him:

"You should save Gotham yourself... I don't have any personal heroism for a city like this."

Bruce looked at the gun helplessly: "Are you kidding me? Can I pick it up?"

"You said you wanted to save Gotham... but how can you do that if you can't even lift a gun?" Lucian raised his eyebrows. "Rely on your mind?"

"Did you finally awaken your x-gene during this time? Is it Charles Xavier from Gotham?"

(Professor X in Marvel, using mental power)

"I also look forward to this miracle happening, but unfortunately, there is only an extremely fragile human pig now."

Chapter 116 "Save"

Lucien left the room, closed the door, and sat down by the window again.

Without lighting a cigarette, he tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes looking outward, with no fixed focus.

……

What he could ensure was that when he looked into Bruce's eyes just now, he felt sadness and a desire to die.

Killing was not Lucian's subjective idea...but Bruce was begging him to do it.

But this is completely contrary to the determination and clarity of purpose shown by Bruce...

On the contrary, it made Lucien wonder if his feeling was wrong.

……

"I thought you guys would talk more."

Catwoman's voice rang out.

Lucian glanced sideways, then turned away indifferently without answering.

Until the wheelchair gradually moved to the opposite side of him - not to Bruce as Lucien had thought.

"Why don't you go and chat? I thought you would have more topics to talk about." Lucian looked over with his chin in his hand.

"For example, how you rebelled for him seventeen years ago, how you've missed him in the past twenty-eight years, how you spent two years training a clown for him..."

Lucien paused, his gaze fixed on hers. "I'm actually quite curious about one thing, Catwoman."

"what?"

"Shouldn't you be sharing your heart with Bruce now? What? Are you also disgusted by his current status? So you come to find this young hunk?" His words were really harsh.

But Catwoman said: "I am almost sixty years old now, and I have no objection if you are willing to sleep with me."

Lucien looked at her and said nothing for a moment.

……

It was Catwoman who first determined that he was the Joker and introduced him to the resistance. The so-called "worst day" was also planned by her, and she followed up afterwards... She completely played the role of a guide... an overly competent guide role.

Lucien originally thought that she chose to let the Joker be born only for Batman's purpose...but whether the Joker was born or not didn't seem to have much impact on the development of events.

Lucian dared to say that even without his involvement in firing those shots, Tony would still be able to rescue Bruce... at most the Angel of Death would not be injured.

His insignificant position as a sniper was completely disproportionate to the benefits of the two-year plan and could even be considered a consolation mission to some extent.

And after Bruce came back, Catwoman, as his girlfriend, was not concerned about him... but was worried about Lucian's mental state.

……

The green single eye was so beautiful that it was no longer an appendage of this body. Lucian looked at it and felt a surge of nostalgia.

He looked at the woman in the wheelchair.

His face and body were full of pits and were completely destroyed. His hair was completely white and sparse. His voice was broken, hoarse and difficult to distinguish.

……

Catwoman has delicate facial features and a perfect figure, and is loved by people for her cunning, sexiness, elegance, wildness, and contradictions.

She is "Gotham's Cat" at night, "Nightcrawler", "Queen of Thieves"... and she is also Batman's lover.

……

But the person in front of him didn't have any of Catwoman's characteristics... to be more precise, she didn't have any of anyone's characteristics.

The only landmark is the single green eye.

Green eyes like gemstones that don't match the rotten flesh.

……

Lucien sighed in realization and thought:

This is not Catwoman, not Batman's love interest.

this is.

……

Harley Quinn.

Harley Quinn.

The Joker's lover.

……

Eyes can express emotions, and even without facial expressions, eyes alone can show emotions.

The old woman caught the young man's changing mood and blinked slowly, and a light of water appeared.

……

A damp wind circulates in the space.

"Just a joke... How could I possibly fall in love with you? Even though you're a young hunk." The watery light in Catwoman's eyes disappeared, and her festering lips curled up into a smile, revealing her pale gums.

Lucian didn't look away. "I understand. I'm not Bruce. Even though I'm younger than him, I can't replace his place in your heart."

Catwoman's smile remained unchanged: "Yes, Bruce, he is my eternal love, no one can replace him."

But even as she spoke, Catwoman continued to look at Lucian, from head to toe, from his slender body, to his prominent brow, to his algae-green curly hair, to his deep eye sockets, to his delicately curved lips, to his bony neck, to his long, shriveled hands...

Finally it fell into those different, non-crazy, flat, mirrored eyes.

She said again: "That is my eternal love, no one can replace it."

……

Lucien had never been more curious about the whereabouts of the clowns in this world than at this moment.

Dead or alive?

He wanted to ask Arthur, wanted to enter the room he had never set foot in.

Finally, looking at Catwoman's appearance, he smiled, then lowered his head and lit a cigarette for himself.

His eyes shifted to the distant clouds and he said nothing more.

The wheelchair rolled away gradually.

……

She knew from the beginning that Lucien was not the original Joker...but in order to commemorate her lover who had disappeared for twenty-five years, she forced him to become a Joker in a tough way.

She did succeed.

But from the moment she succeeded, she also faced the reality.

……

Lucien felt a certain sourness... This sourness was not the sourness of Jenny dying in front of his eyes - that only made him feel false sadness and acted pain.

He couldn't empathize with his own experience, but he could be moved by the Joker's...

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The road to truth must first pass through lies and dreams.

—Ursula K. Le Guin

……

Lucien didn't know when he fell asleep... He knew that the clown was present in his dream.

He wanted to see him.

But unfortunately, there are only beaches, waves, sunsets and wooden chairs.

Jack is nowhere to be found.

"Will the Joker's origins be covered up again?"

……

Amid the white noise of the waves, Lucien heard a reply:

"Of course, dear, of course."

That was the first time the figure on the wooden chair spoke... It was the clown's voice. He turned his head, revealing the same colorful face.

Lucien was surprised but also understood: "It's good, so you are the Joker... I thought this would be the first intact me."

"Why do you think it's not you?" The clown waved at him, "Come here, my little pupa that's about to hatch."

Lucien walked over... He really walked over, and the insurmountable distance made him walk over.