Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

When Ah Zu approached the clown, the sound he made was chilling.

"Forgotten?"

"No, you underestimate me."

"You know what, Jack? I'm a movie enthusiast, and I even have my own production company."

"I'm going to make a movie, a movie about you. It'll be called 'Joker: The Greasy Life'."

The Joker's eyes lit up. A movie? How come I didn't think of that!

"I'll find a third-rate actor to play you. You'll be... a middle-aged, obese, balding, greasy man with severe constipation and prostatitis."

"A pervert who peeks at old ladies taking a bath in the middle of the night, and a mentally unstable wretch who only talks about how delicious donuts are all day long."

"You might get caught stealing a cup of cream puffs at the supermarket, then be forced to drink them by your Mexican cellmates in jail, and cry for your mom every night."

"I will have this movie played on a loop all day long and shown for free."

"You'll become a complete joke, a clown in the literal sense."

"Five years, ten years, until everyone believes that this is the real you."

"From now on, when people mention the name 'Joker'..."

"They will not feel fear, they will not tremble."

"They'll just feel disgusted, disgusted, and... utterly pathetic."

"Your fans will be ashamed of you, and your imitators will feel like idiots."

"There may be many more villains in the future, they might call themselves Johnson or Freddy."

"But absolutely, there will never be another Joker."

"Because you've become a complete and utter scumbag."

Ah Zu's words were like a sharp saw, gradually sawing through the clown's psychological defenses.

"Ugh!!! Ugh ugh ugh!!!!"

The clown broke down.

If he could still speak, he would surely utter the most vicious curses.

Even when facing Batman, he had never felt so powerless.

The clown has lost control.

With his only remaining left hand, he pulled a small knife that gleamed with a green light from his pocket.

He lunged at Azu like a madman, stabbing the knife in his hand into Azu's chest.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

He stabbed her dozens of times, each time with all his might.

but……

There was no blood.

There were no screams.

Even the blue bodysuit wasn't snagged at all.

The clown slowed down, staring blankly at Azu's mocking face.

"Finished?"

Ah Zu extended two fingers, gently pinched the blade of the knife, and with a light pull, snatched it from the clown's hand.

He held the exquisite green knife in his hand, played with it for a moment, and tossed it around.

"The workmanship is good, and it's quite exquisite."

"but……"

Azu shook his head, looking at the clown with a sympathetic expression.

"Didn't you watch the live stream, Jack?"

"I already said in my speech that I am an Earthling."

"This thing is a Kryptonian specialty, and for a pure Earthling like me..."

Azu casually tossed the dagger into his magic pocket.

"...It can only serve as a souvenir."

The clown stared wide-eyed in disbelief, making a "hoho" sound in his throat.

A storm raged within me.

He actually...was telling the truth?!

In this world full of lies and deception, in this era where even superheroes wear masks.

This man actually told the truth while putting on a show for the whole world?!

This unconventional sincerity made the Joker, who had always considered himself to be a clear-headed person, begin to doubt his own judgment.

"Alright, the trial is over."

Azu stepped back and gestured for Harley, who had been waiting nearby, to "please".

"Your turn, executioner."

"Remember, don't let him die too quickly."

"Of course, Mr. Candy." Harley gave Azu a flying kiss, then raised her baseball bat and walked toward the bewildered Joker.

When the Joker saw Harley approaching, he put on a pitiful expression and even made a heart shape with his hands.

Harley grinned.

The stick slammed hard into the clown's knee.

The sound of bones cracking was particularly clear over the empty farm.

What followed was a ten-minute-long one-sided beating.

There were no lines, only the dull thuds and the clown's faint whimpers.

Harley continued until she was so exhausted that her baseball bat bent from hitting it.

The purple, humanoid object on the ground was no longer recognizable.

"Huff... huff..."

Harley threw down her baseball bat and wiped the sweat from her face.

She felt more relaxed than ever before.

That nightmare is finally over.

"How are you feeling?" Ah Zu walked over and handed her a corner of the Stars and Stripes cape.

"Ah, that feels so good!" Harley pulled up her cape and wiped her face and hands. "It feels like taking a dump I've been holding in for three years!!"

"...That's a really clever metaphor."

Azu smiled, no longer looking at the puddle of mud on the ground, grabbed Superman's corpse, and then put his other arm around Harley's waist.

"Come on, let me take you to take a bath."

"boom--!"

The two people and the corpse soared into the sky and disappeared into the night.

……

The Kent Farm was now a scene of utter devastation.

A gust of wind blew by, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The "mud" that should have been completely dead suddenly moved.

One arm trembled as it supported itself on the ground.

Even on the clown's face, which was smashed to pieces, the outline of a smile could still be barely discerned.

"Heh...hehe..."

He let out a lisp.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaaah!" (The game... isn't over yet!)

The clown stood up shakily, struggled to raise his head, and looked coldly at the sky.

Sudden.

He saw two blood-red stars in the night sky, shining with dazzling light.

That is……

The clown frowned.

next second.

"Sizzle—!!!"

Two thick beams of heat descended from the sky, like swords of divine punishment, instantly covering the spot where the clown stood.

"hiss----!!!"

There were no screams, no last words.

Under extreme heat, everything—flesh and blood, bones, and even that damned chaotic will—is affected.

They were all evaporated into atomic state.

Only a deep, vitrified crater remained on the ground.

……

After dealing with the Joker, Azu didn't immediately take Harley back to that chaotic metropolis.

Now the place is teeming with enthusiastic fans and bustling reconstruction work; after all, he came here for a vacation, not to be a beast of burden.

He needs a quiet place and needs to relax a bit.

Fortunately, deep in the snow-capped mountains of Northern Europe, he found a well-preserved, top-notch post-apocalyptic shelter.

This place was originally a Noah's Ark prepared for a billionaire, fully equipped with a heated swimming pool, luxury suites, and even a wine cellar filled with expensive red wines.

Unfortunately, the wealthy man was killed by the first wave of Parademons before he could even move in.

"Wow! This place is amazing!"