I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 107 - Play the Clown's Song

Upon hearing Barry's words, the three little ones of the Bat Family opened their mouths wide in disbelief, their eyes filled with disbelief.

After sorting through his jumbled thoughts, Drake couldn't help but ask, "Wait, wait a minute. If that guy is Batman from another world, then why is he our Batman's father? That doesn't make sense. According to the parallel universe theory, shouldn't the Batman from another world also be Mr. Bruce?"

"So that's where the problem lies."

Barry, standing nearby, rubbed his temples and said, "Since you all know that Bruce is Batman, you should also know what things in Bruce's life have had an irreversible impact on him to this day..."

"Crime Alley".

Todd, standing nearby, quickly interjected, "So Old Bat showed that pistol to Alfred... Damn, you're not going to say that in a parallel universe, Bruce and Ms. Martha were the ones who died in Crime Alley, are you?!"

"No, that's not it."

"And what is that?" Todd asked, somewhat surprised. "Did only Ms. Martha die?"

"Only Bruce died."

Barry shrugged. Ignoring everyone else's thoughts, Ron chimed in, "Also, in another world, Ms. Martha, unable to bear the pain of losing her son, turned into a clown in another world due to the Kane family's hereditary mental issues."

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback. Then, Todd couldn't help but swallow hard, pursed his lips, and his eyes kept changing, as if he was deep in thought.

However, apart from Ron, no one present noticed Todd's mental lapse. It wasn't just Todd; all three members of the Bat Team were deeply contemplating the issue.

But others may not know, but doesn't Ron know?

In the hearts of many Robins and Batgirls, Bruce is like a father figure, the patriarch of the Bat Family. Even when their ideologies differ, when they encounter difficulties, their first thought is still to seek Bruce's help.

In this situation, both Drake and Barbara were thinking, "Oh no, Grandpa's here! Should I tell Bruce? What should I do? What should I do?"

But Todd is different—both are members of the Bat Family, and in terms of their style of doing things, fighting style, and methods of handling affairs, Thomas is clearly more to Todd's liking from any angle.

Or rather, Todd sensed that the way he wanted to "reform Gotham" could be found in Thomas.

Although Thomas is from another world, they're both members of the Bat-Family, so it's hardly betrayal, right? But... but can I really find the ideals I crave in this guy? What if he's like Bruce...?

Just as Todd was still struggling with his decision, a light cough drew everyone's attention, and Ron said casually:

"This old man is completely different from your master. You can ask the Flash how dangerous that world is later—in that post-apocalyptic world, all countries were destroyed, the entire Earth fell apart, the land was cursed, and poison permeated the air. Only a few large cities built high walls to ensure the survival of a small number of humans. Even the Flash almost got trapped in that world and perished with it."

"Under these circumstances, this old man personally transformed Gotham into an impenetrable fortress. In a way, through sheer terror and death, calling him Gotham's biggest crime boss wouldn't be an exaggeration. He used killing to stop killing, killing until all criminals were so terrified they'd rather freeze or starve than entertain any improper thoughts..."

"My God, that's terrifying..." Barbara exclaimed upon hearing this, "This is... a Batman without any moral boundaries!"

"Or perhaps a pitiful father driven mad by the grief of losing his son?" Ron said casually, arms crossed.

"That's terrible..." Drake agreed with Barbara.

After a moment of silence, Drake turned to Todd beside him and asked hesitantly, "Todd, what do you think?"

Todd glanced at Ron, only to see Ron smiling back at him. It was because of Ron's gaze that Todd was now absolutely certain that Ron's seemingly casual remark about the old man was either directed at someone else or at him… He knows me very well?!

Thinking to himself, Todd silently clenched his fist and replied in a cold voice, "That's all just what he said. As far as I know, even if speedsters can travel to other worlds, they are forbidden from taking any matter with them, to prevent the balance between worlds from being broken by the butterfly effect."

"This is indeed the ironclad rule of the Lightning family, but the problems encountered in that world are quite unique."

Hearing this, Barry explained helplessly, "Although I'm a speedster, I don't even have the right to make suggestions regarding that world. In the end, this guy finalized the terms with God."

Barry pointed to Ron beside him. The three kids looked on with suspicion. Then, Drake expressed his doubts more directly:

"...God? You can see God? No, I should say, does God really exist?"

Ron shrugged and said, "You can think of it as the creator god of your multiverse. It exists in every dimension of your multiverse, but mostly as a projection of its true form. Generally speaking, unless there's a major crisis at the multiverse level, you shouldn't have a chance to encounter it."

"So how did you encounter it?" Drake asked疑惑地问道, "According to Mr. Flash, you only encountered a crisis on the scale of a single universe..."

Upon hearing this, Ron smiled proudly: "Sorry~ I'm the antivirus program of the World Tree. Although my raw strength might not even be able to beat Superman from your world, having a formal position makes me that awesome."

"Well, he can't kill me anyway."

"..."

Drake and the others remained silent, unsure whether Ron and Barry were telling the truth. After all, this level of intelligence was so complex that even Bruce himself would need considerable time to ascertain its veracity, let alone them.

Sensing the doubts of the crowd, Ron thought for a moment, then slapped his forehead and held up a finger, saying, "Hey! I remember now!"

As he spoke, facing everyone's gaze, Ron took out the Superman head he had been keeping for a long time from the system's space.

"Look! This is a souvenir I brought from another world—the head of Superman Kal-El from another world! Damn it, it makes me so angry. Those Marvel bums don't know anything about real things; they just think I'm some kind of necrophiliac. You guys are good friends with Superman, you should be able to tell the difference!"

'Gulp'

Looking at the dried-out head in Ron's hand, everyone present couldn't help but swallow hard.

Although the head had lost its plumpness due to drying, Superman, as the soul of the Justice League and the "greatest threat" in Batman's eyes, was still instantly recognized by the Bat-family as Superman's head.

"But, this is too unbelievable..."

Drake, standing nearby, couldn't help but grumble. Ron, however, wasn't angry. He simply broke off a piece of the dried corpse and tossed it to Drake. Just as Drake was frantically catching it, Ron said from the other side, "If you don't believe me, go back and study it yourself. I don't believe that old pervert Bruce doesn't have Superman's physiological data."

"Also, there's no need to worry about the curse being contagious; I've already taken precautions. The threatening and replicable arcane powers have all been removed through bloodletting."

The last sentence wasn't addressed to Drake, but to Barry. Upon hearing Ron's words, Barry also breathed a sigh of relief—having experienced the despair of the Flashpoint world, Barry was extremely vigilant about any possibility that could lead to his world being infected by the global virus.

"Alright, young masters and ladies of the Bat family," Ron said with a chuckle, "Let's hurry up and catch up. I can't wait to see the surprised look on Bruce's face when he gets back, hehehe~"

"..."

They exchanged glances, then gave Ron a knowing look. Barbara and the others also lowered their heads involuntarily, a hint of shame in their eyes.

Damn it, this guy is clearly trying to make Batman look bad. As Batman's protectors, as Robin and Batgirl, they should immediately step in and stop this evil act. But, but why, why can't they move their limbs? — Wait! Their limbs are moving! But why aren't they obeying their commands?!

They stood up in unison, and the young men and women followed Thomas and Alfred in the direction they had gone, somewhat reluctantly but also with anticipation.

Batman once said that there's an Eastern proverb that goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."

Yes, they weren't betraying Batman; they were doing it to better ascertain this guy's evil plans! And then step in in time to thwart the conspiracy!

That's right! That must be it!

"Do you have potato chips? I want to eat snacks while watching."

"Yes," Barbara replied. "There's plenty in the fridge. Would you like a drink?"

"I'd like an iced cola!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, as Ron and the others were preparing to watch the show, the Joker... or rather, Martha the Joker, arrived alone in a chaotic neighborhood.

She wore a smart women's blazer over her upper body and an elegant long skirt. A sun hat covered most of Martha's face, revealing only her slightly pale chin and her red lips, which were smirking strangely.

This surprised the people on the street, because Martha's clothes were definitely not ordinary. Such smooth and delicate fabrics were usually only seen on the wealthy and powerful. How could such a person be in such a chaotic slum?

And it happened in the slums late at night...

At other times, the idlers lurking in the shadows would have already started whistling and greeting them, then swarmed forward, dragging this otherworldly young lady to a dirty corner and lining her up in front and behind, to give her the most wonderful "Gotham-style blessing."

But now, no one dared to make a move. Simply because they sensed a strangely familiar aura emanating from this woman…

That's the master of this area, the leader of the Joker Gang, the very essence of the Joker.

Even though she did nothing, just walked with a light laugh, she conveyed a strange and bizarre sense of distortion with unparalleled precision.

This wasn't her first time here, and Masha seemed quite familiar with every plant and tree. Walking around, Masha showed no unease whatsoever; in fact, she seemed like a bird that had been freed, humming a lighthearted tune as she went.

"That's life, that's what everyone says."

"You were riding high yesterday, but today you're utterly defeated."

"But I know I will change this pattern."

"I'll regroup and try again tomorrow!"

That's life, even if it sounds funny~

Some people just enjoy trampling on other people's dreams.

……

As she walked, Martha danced lightly to a song. The melodious tune, accompanied by her clear voice, echoed throughout every corner of the slum. Like a princess in a Disney animation who had received spiritual enlightenment, everyone clearly felt the emotions contained within the beautiful music.

Although Martha's voice was incredibly relaxed and gentle, containing undisguised joy, the thoughts that peeked out from between the lines still sent chills down one's spine.

Before long, a man appeared in the middle of the road, seemingly because he had heard the singing.

To Masha's song, the thin man danced with abandon, seemingly completely immersed in the hidden madness within the melody. Despite it being their first meeting, their singing and dancing were so perfectly in sync—

But no matter how beautiful the dance or song, it will eventually come to an end.

"But that's life! That's just how life is!"

"I've thought about giving up so many times, but my heart just won't give in!"

"But what if life were truly without any ups and downs?"

"I'd rather live this life sooner."

As the last line of the lyrics fell, Masha and the man landed on their feet at the same time, making a crisp sound.

After tidying up her slightly messy green curly hair from dancing, Zhou Ke'er (joker)'s eyes were filled with a morbid joy.

"Oh~ what a beautiful girl, what a wonderful singing voice~"

"simply……"

"It's just another version of me~"

"So, my other self, what brings you to me?"

(End of this chapter)