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

"A little countermeasure." Damian finally pressed the long knife to Bruce's neck and sneered:

"Where's your vigilance...? If you completely trust the items sent by the enemy, failure is inevitable."

Before Lucian instigated them, or rather, the moment they made the armor for Batman, the League of Assassins took countermeasures.

……

Bruce's attack on Damian seemed like a joke, and he suppressed it with little effort.

"You should say something, Wayne."

No one could see the eyes covered by the mask, and only the lower half of the face looked indifferent.

Damian gestured to the house behind him, which had collapsed but was still raging in flames. "Such a crude plan... and you even sacrificed a companion who was willing to do this for you despite knowing he would die."

"I didn't expect you to set limits on your armor. According to my estimation, I can definitely kill you," Bruce said.

……

Batman, who always has a plan, never expected that... Damian didn't believe it:

"My mother taught me to be cautious. She used you as an example. I'm well aware of the success of your foresighted plans from the first half of your life... Even the restrictions I set on your armor were influenced by you. I don't believe you couldn't guess this."

He brought the knife down, causing a line of blood to appear on Bruce's neck. "Time to get your backup plan out... before it's too late!"

"No plan." Bruce simply said, "There's something wrong with my brain. Maybe it's Alzheimer's, or maybe Paul has done something. There are many things I can't think of... Or perhaps, this simple plan is all I can do."

"Then what are you living for!" Damian snapped.

“So I made this plan.”

"Trying to kill me with your moronic behavior?!"

"Yes."

"ridiculous!"

Damian's knife was more powerful, not just drawing a line of blood, but cutting through the skin, going deeper all the way, even touching the trachea.

He tried to read some emotion from the masked face: "You will be killed by me now!"

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit."

"You definitely have a plan!"

"No."

"I fuck your mother!"

"That's your grandma."

In fact, as Bruce responded, his muscles rubbed against the blade, the wound expanded, and blood flowed, staining the ground red.

The blade broke the trachea - just a small gap, bubbles came out of the wound... and blood entered the trachea.

Damian felt the person beneath him choking and coughing uncontrollably, his chest swelling.

"I will kill you! Look at your head! Hang it over Gotham! You will see my city day and night!"

He said, "Blood will get into your trachea! You'll die from lack of oxygen! What an embarrassing and incompetent way to die!"

"You are a loser! I am ashamed to inherit your bloodline!"

Damian stared at Bruce, then looked around. "Where's your backup plan? Where's your plan? You piece of crap!"

……

Bruce's breathing became weaker and weaker... This was really a torture. The liquid entered his trachea in a fine and continuous manner, blocking his breathing, and he could neither speak nor move.

Damian watched coldly as the rise and fall of his chest became smaller and smaller... and finally stopped, as if he were dead.

……

No plan.

……

He turned back to the fire scene and concluded:

This is a bad movie without any twists, planned by idiots, full of meaningless sacrifices and drama.

Damian somewhat believes that this legendary Batman is really Alzheimer's.

……

He looked at Bruce again, confused and absurd. "So? Anticlimactic? That's it? What was your purpose?"

"You need to explain!"

Suddenly coming to his senses, Damian rescued him.

He sucked out the blood in the trachea, blocked the gap with his fingers, took the oxygen tube handed to him, and started high-flow delivery... The gas went along the nasal cavity to the trachea, passed through the fingertips, and entered the lungs.

Medical personnel arrived and performed first aid...

A special device replaced the index finger that blocked the gap. Damian stopped where he was, and the blood congealed in his hand, especially the fingertip that felt the air flow passing through.

Some strange numbness.

……

"Find out who planted the bomb here. There's also a body inside. Deal with it."

Damian didn't leave, he stopped there... The emotion at that moment was so unfamiliar to him that he felt a rare sense of emptiness.

"Sir, there is no body inside."

It was the report that interrupted him: "We only found this."

Damian looked up and saw a brand new playing card made of paper that could never have survived the fire.

He rubbed it with his fingers first, then put it to his nose and sniffed it... This was indeed a card that could be found everywhere.

Turn it over and it’s black and white, the clown’s face.

……

He was confused.

……

After Damian left, the members who were cleaning up the scene couldn't help but chat... They were all veteran members of the resistance army, but they had no achievements.

"Tell me, how did that happen... such a new playing card... so new!"

One person turned his hands over and over, gesturing, "How did he do that... Oh my god, is this the thing circus clowns can do? What's it called? Magic?"

“It’s magic.”

"Oh yeah, magic... this is amazing!" He suddenly remembered: "I remember he was also called the Joker... God, he also escaped from the explosion... what is it called?"

"Become a living person."

"Yes! A magical transformation!" He patted his brown-haired, gray-eyed companion and said, "Arthur, you're really smart. You know all this."

Chapter 133 Three Generations of Jokers, Three Generations of Batman

Bruce originally thought he would die, just like he planned... killed by Damian.

So, when he opened his eyes and saw the human figure reflected on the smooth ceiling, he was still a little confused.

"woke up……"

Damian's voice came from the side. Bruce turned his head and wanted to look, but his head was fixed by the instrument. He wanted to speak again, but the gas leaked out from the gap in his trachea, and only incomprehensible syllables came out.

Damian added, "I'm so sorry, Father. I cut your trachea. You won't be able to speak for a long time. And, to ensure you can breathe smoothly with your trachea damaged, you can't move your head either."

The ceiling was as smooth as a mirror, allowing Bruce to see the faint smile on Damian's lips through the reflection:

"Also, don't worry about being bored. There's a screen right above you... You can see the government forces governing Gotham... Oh, and there's some good news."

"The second-generation Joker who was loyal to you and willing to die for you is still alive, and this." He held the black and white playing card in his hand and shook it in front of Bruce:

“This is what he left behind.”

"So you can fully expect him to come and rescue you."

……

Bruce's trachea was only cut a little, and with the medical level of the Assassin's League, it can be completely healed, and it won't take long. Even if it is just routine treatment, like in an ordinary hospital, Bruce can move his head freely.

But Damian still said so, even selectively forgetting that Bruce could easily see through it.

His behavior is almost the same as the approach and thinking of the former Holy Bat - making Batman look at their new rule over Gotham in an irresistible attitude.

Even the inner drive is the same—they all want recognition from Bruce.

……

Damian left, and after he left, the screen in front of Bruce lit up... It was the present-day Gotham taken from a drone's aerial angle. The most sensitive part of this screen was.

It will capture Bruce's gaze in real time and integrate other monitoring equipment and satellite systems to zoom in on a certain area.

It was so clear that Bruce could recognize the person based on their appearance, and in some areas, he could even tell what they were talking about by lip reading.

……

Bruce looked towards the city hall... people were coming and going, and there was a speaker in front of the door. He fixed his eyes on him and judged the content of the speech by lip reading.

On the surface, Bruce seemed to be doing this, but in fact, he was thinking about the poker card in Damian's hand... and the news that Lucian was not dead.

……

The plan is actually like this.

Bruce wasn't completely out of control... He realized something was wrong with him, and at the same time, he realized how dangerous Lucian was.

The core of the plan was not to kill Damian, but to kill Lucian... Bruce had a vague idea of ​​this plan from the moment they first met and were pointed at with a gun.

Then it's the old-fashioned routine: gain trust, obtain intelligence, feign cooperation, and then stab someone in the back.

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So far, it seems that the plan has failed...even the part about using Damian to kill himself has failed.

The only thing Bruce could comfort himself with was that... at least now he couldn't do anything except move his eyeballs, so even if something was wrong, nothing would happen.