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

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Before Lucian regained his memory, he would realize that something was wrong with Bruce and even wanted to kill him.

But after getting his memories back, he understood why he felt something was wrong with Bruce and why he wanted to kill him.

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"Paul can drive you crazy in twenty-eight years... You really disappoint me."

Lucian took off Bruce's mask - this puppet could not stop anything - he did not look at Bruce's expression, not even from the front.

The back of his head was removed and his entire brain tissue was wrapped in a transparent container.

This is what Lucien looked at, and he saw the brain tissue directly.

"I don't know what this is, Bruce... Maybe it's the Joker's bond with Batman, or maybe it's the resonance of a psychopath..." He reached out and tapped the container with his knuckles:

"I know clearly that you are crazy."

"You are now a harmless mascot, a pretentious flag, a righteous army draped in the name of freedom... But when you can gain power, you don't even need great power."

"If you could control your actions, you would be committing the same sin as Paul."

The hand was placed on top of the brain tissue that was clearly visible and looked like a specimen... as if it was really pressing on it.

"I know you hate it, but you really should restrain yourself... At least don't let our poor little penguin smell it, and don't let anyone else find out except me before you succeed."

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Lucien's other hand felt the active touch of the cold instrument.

Chapter 121 Working together

Then he looked at Bruce who turned around and smiled:

"Please rest assured, I don't care whether you kill people, rule Gotham, or even destroy the world... I will wholeheartedly conceal your secrets, help you cover up, and be your hands and feet, eyes and ears, sword and shield."

"…Let me help you, okay, Bruce?"

This was an elderly Batman, his completely white hair drooping like weeds in the wind. He spoke:

"Lucian."

It's funny to say that after Lucian officially inherited the Joker, this was the first time someone called him by his name instead of Joker:

"Don't give up on yourself," he said. "You're not a clown. I can tell that."

Lucian was stunned for a moment, surprised by this answer: "I can feel it... This is what you expect, this is what you want me to do, Bruce. In your current state, if you want to make a comeback, I am the only one you can rely on."

"I know." Bruce said, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes making him look kind, as kind as a grandfather looking at his grandchildren. "That's what I hope for, but."

"Lucian, I am not a despicable person. I cannot destroy your last hope because of my greed and selfish desires. I..."

"Sorry." Lucien interrupted him. "What are you talking about? Are you kidding me?"

"Destroy me? Are you sure?" He turned around twice. "I have been clowned, but, Bruce, this is far less serious than you think... I just need to accept my fate. Do you understand?"

"It's not a bad day for the Joker. It's a lucky day. I was just told I was going to walk into a bright and glorious future."

"And you're pitying me?"

"What are you sympathizing with me for?"

Lucien is young and healthy, while Bruce is old and sick.

"You are the one who should be pitied, Bruce. Look at what you look like now—a human pig. No one is worse off than you."

"That's not how it works." Bruce said softly, "My future is promising, but yours is already destined."

"I am a person without a present, and you are a person without a future."

Lucian looked into his eyes, trying to find calculation, gloom, and hatred in them, but after searching for a long time, he felt more and more vaguely that he was not looking at him, but looking at little Bruce from the previous world.

But unfortunately, he smiled and said, "You're a little late, Bat. You should have come earlier, while I was waiting for others to rescue me... You should have come at any time in these two years, not now. Looking at my already defined appearance and lamenting the poor skills of the Shaper... It's too late."

Lucien suddenly stopped.

"Two years..."

He laughed out loud: "Sorry! Sorry! It's not that you are late, it's that I am late!"

"I should have found you two years ago! I should have rescued you!"

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The cause of the bad day wasn't -22's clowns, or -32's twenty years of inaction... it was his two years.

Lucien was unwilling to accept the plot arrangement, unwilling to be the so-called protagonist, unwilling to be the so-called key, the so-called copper wire connecting the lines...

Because he was determined to be "universal", he had a "bad day".

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"if."

After figuring it out, Lucian leaned against the railing as if exhausted. "If I had decided to become a clown... a villain, at least I could maintain my own existence."

"If I had been persuaded, filled with justice, and decided to become a new generation of hero, then you would have been rescued."

"But I chose neither... I insisted on clinging to the ordinary. And now, I've failed to maintain myself, failed to protect the heroes, and even the so-called ordinary has faded away."

He laughed dryly: "I ruined my future with my own hands."

"I am my own murderer."

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Lucien thought of Jenny's father, the man who was bewitched by the Angel of Death and cut off his own limbs, and had his tongue smashed because of it.

So after waking up, apart from the trembling muscles and trickling blood, he could only briefly express his pain in a disheveled and miserable appearance like a maggot.

The same goes for Lucian.

He cut off his limbs and crushed his tongue, leaving only the slightest traces and cries of pain, and there was nothing he could do for himself.

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Lucian's eyes wandered into the air... He thought of little Bruce... and remembered the time on the clock tower on the night Batman was born.

The wind was gentle, the moonlight was bright, and from the huge sound of the clock behind me came little Bruce's smiling voice:

"Will you help me, Joker?"

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But now, the wind is wet and sticky, the clouds are thick and black, and the air is still, with only the sounds of explosions and gunfire in the distance.

As if escaping, or grasping at straws, Lucien returned to the original topic and said to old Bruce, "Let me help you, okay?"

"...We're going to kill! We're going to burn! We're going to explode! We're going to rule! We're going to destroy the world!"

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Some people escape from the bleak reality and fantasize about the future.

Some people will bow their heads because of the sadness of the future and live in the present.

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They are in cahoots with each other.

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In these 28 years, not only super villains died tragically...but also those bat-like superheroes.

Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Batgirl...all died at the hands of the Angel of Death.

In addition, there are other characters such as the butler Alfred and the police chief James Gordon.

In other words, Bruce is a loner.

is it?

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"Damien al Ghul."

This was a young man in his thirties, with black hair and blue eyes, who looked very similar to Bruce. He said, "By blood, I am your son."

There was not a trace of admiration or awe in his eyes. "I thought about you dying at his hands... and I've long been prepared to avenge you."

"But why would you choose to live in this form?"

Damian had no patience for Bruce. Despite asking this question, he didn't give him a chance to answer. He just said, "Don't worry, I will provide for you after I avenge you."

Then, turn around and leave.

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This is completely different from Lucian's impression of Damian. Whether in the original comics or what -22 saw with his own eyes, the Damian he saw was extremely loyal to Bruce.

But now, looking at the back of this familiar child, he patted Bruce's arm to comfort him:

"Don't be angry, he will soon know why his dad is his dad."

So how fast is soon?

Three days later, Bruce and Lucian staged an ambush on the Angel of Death.

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Chapter 122 Madeline

The Angel of Death has three assistants: the Red Cardinal, the Torchbearer, and his wife Madeline.

The Torchbearer died at the hands of Lucian, and the Red Cardinal has been traveling with the Angel of Death to suppress riots.

Madeline plays a role similar to Alfred to Bruce.

The most interesting thing is that their base is the underground of the former Wayne Manor, now called Dumas Manor... That's right, the Batcave has become the Angel Cave.

"Dear, the cathedral has been attacked, and the fire has begun to spread to the surrounding buildings. You need to rush there as soon as possible... Be careful, the Son of Bane is also in the crowd. Also, be careful of the kid with two swords, he must be from the Assassin's League."

Madeline used the Angel computer to search and absorb information about Gotham, sorting and categorizing it, and then gradually told it to the Angel of Death according to the degree of urgency.