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

Chapter 149 Paul's Death

"You don't get to decide what the world looks like."

"So you have the final say on what happens to me?" Lucian laughed. "If you do have the final say on what happens to me... then I have more say than you on what happens to the world."

He raised his hand and without warning, stabbed the knife into Paul's foot. "What were we talking about just now? Driving Batman crazy—yes, but before that, I want to avenge you. Paul caused your 28 years of tragedy, but death is too easy for him."

"This is actually a little selfish. I still can't bear to see you suffer this disaster."

Batman said: "If you want to avenge me, just kill me."

"Do not."

The knife chopped Paul above the waist - inside were the small intestine, stomach, gallbladder, liver... Lucian was extremely careful and meticulous in separating the flesh and bones.

He couldn't guarantee whether Paul had screamed or begged for mercy or cursed - he probably had, but his attention was always on Batman.

Batman's breathing became heavier, his muscles twitching but his face was expressionless, his eyes narrowed slightly and he spoke:

"This isn't revenge for me. This is just a way for you to prove that you're different from the Joker. Actually, it doesn't prove anything—you're different from him anyway."

Despite the denial, Lucien is still being compared to the Joker.

Lucian looked up at him, blood splattering on his already hideous face. "You know how to provoke me... Rather than saying I'm different, I'd rather you say I'm just like him, or even better."

But he still did not stop what he was doing. Amid Paul's struggles, twitching and screaming, he removed all the wounds below his waist, and then pinned the wound to the ground - to slow down the blood flow and allow him to survive longer.

"What's the difference now?" Lucian looked at the two's appearances and compared them back and forth.

Bruce's head and torso were connected by a tube. Yes, he didn't even have a neck, so Lucian picked up a small knife and cut the flesh on Paul's neck again and again, avoiding the arteries, trachea, tendons and bones, until there was nothing left to cut.

Paul is still alive.

Lucian's gaze moved upwards, stopping at the ear, then slashed it off, then scanned back and forth, finally landing regretfully on the back of the head, and looked up at Batman:

"I can't guarantee he'll survive after I saw off the back of his head."

"It's just a matter of time before you die," Bruce said. "Don't be so pretentious. You're looking forward to doing this."

"you got me."

But Lucian still didn't saw off the back of his head. Instead, he shot him directly, letting the bullet pass through his skull and burn his brain. "Since you said so, then forget it."

"It's still a bit disgusting to have brains all over the floor."

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Lucien wiped the blood off his hands with a towel. They were a bit sticky, but thinking about what he was going to do next, he didn't wash them.

"I see you're happy, Batman." He said suddenly:

"You took pleasure in this massacre—even though it wasn't you who did it."

"Not everyone is as twisted as you," Batman said.

"But you're definitely one of those people with a twisted heart." Lucian looked up at him, somewhat calmer. His actions had just allowed him to vent his emotions. "Also, this is just an important part. I'm not a twisted person... I'm just doing this to make the rest of the conversation easier."

Just as whether he kills or not is determined by whether it is necessary, he does what he does now only because it is necessary.

"I've never gotten pleasure from killing or violence." He twitched his lips sarcastically. "The only things that give me pleasure are alcohol, tobacco, sex, and self-harm... self-harm, honestly."

The once pale, taut skin was now wrinkled and ugly. "I think it's more than just self-harm. This should be extended to physical harm. Perhaps masochism is a more appropriate term... The explosion you planned for me also gave me pleasure."

"Tell me, am I a little conflicted?"

Lucian hated the explosion, which he had expected, but he also felt a sense of satisfaction because it was a plan "to kill him."

To be more precise, what he pursued was a sense of existence - Lucian's sense of existence.

Despite being careful, blood still splattered on Lucian's face when he dealt with Paul, and because his eyelashes had not yet grown back, blood flowed into his eyes as if there was no one around.

The red and green colors are interspersed, making it weird and scary.

"Is your goal to expose me as a pervert? Do I feel pleasure from revenge and killing? Is this human nature? Or do you prefer to see me as cold and indifferent?"

Bruce said, "You are hypocritical. You find all kinds of excuses for yourself and put all the blame on others for everything you do."

"You need an unmatched excuse. One isn't enough. You need many, so many that no matter who asks you, from what angle, or which moral high ground you occupy, you have your own reasons and you can explain them."

"But because of this behavior, you become more flat and fake - you've found every possible evidence to prove that you are a clown, and at the same time prove that you are not a clown. Don't you think this is contradictory?"

Contradiction?

Lucien looked at him and smiled: "No wonder he and the Joker are sworn enemies - you were right, Bat."

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That's it, Lucian is contradictory, fickle, and hypocritical... He is a person who pretends to be noble and longs for everyone to have some pity on him.

That's it.

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"But you don't see the full picture. I mean, you don't know the purpose of what I did all this for... I have a purpose, not just a reason or an excuse."

"What is it, then?"

"You think I'm going to tell you?" Lucian looked at him in surprise. "How could I possibly tell you? This is the core secret I've finally discovered using a clumsy method, then layered upon layer upon layer of armor."

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The blood scab in his hand was a little dry, and it fell off bit by bit with friction. Lucian took out a cigarette, but did not light it. Instead, he chewed the inside of it... It was not delicious, but it was uncomfortable enough:

"Okay, I can tell you."

"This is me shaping the bond between me and Batman - the Joker is a character that exists only because of Batman. I have become this character now, and I want to make myself more distinct and live more freely as much as possible."

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There is a kind of lie like this.

Carefully change 1 to 7, then roughly change it to 9, turn the paper over, and embarrassingly tell others that it is a 6.

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Of course Lucian was lying. He couldn't possibly tell him his core purpose, at least not until it was accomplished.

Chapter 150 Arthur's Death

There is a legend in ancient Greece called "Oedipus Rex".

The King and Queen of Thebes received a prophecy that their son would kill his husband and marry his mother, so they pierced the child's ankles and threw him into the mountains.

Later, the child was adopted by the king and queen of Corinth. When he grew up and learned about the prophecy, he thought his adoptive parents were his biological parents, so he left Corinth and headed for Thebes.

He got into a conflict with an old man on the road and accidentally killed him. This was his biological father.

After arriving in Thebes, he solved the Sphinx's riddle, saved the city, was hailed as the new king, and married the previous queen, his biological mother.

At this point, the prophecy came true by killing the husband and marrying the mother.

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Know your fate and fight against it, but you will never succeed, your fate will come as expected.

The Joker is an Oedipal curse.

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Arthur stood at the door. He couldn't hear any sound from inside, but he had some guesses about the scene inside.

There will be debates about "freedom," critiques of the status quo, comparisons between madness and sanity, and perhaps some old-fashioned conversations about whether to kill or not - a long discussion about the Joker and Batman.

Arthur had no interest in this, he was just waiting for it to end... No matter how you looked at it, it was now the end of their victory.

Lucian becomes the clown and Arthur is immediately freed from the fate of Oedipus.

He couldn't help but smile.

"Click——"

The door opened, and when he looked up, he saw Lucian swinging his gun, and asked, "Is it over?"

"No." Lucian said, "It's almost there. I need your help."

"I will help you."

But the moment Arthur lowered his head again, a bullet shot out from the gun in Lucian's hand.

It hit him right in the ankle.

"You!" Arthur was so shocked that he lost his balance and fell down involuntarily, but he quickly reacted and tried to dodge, but it was obvious that the bullet was faster... and his other ankle was also hit.

He was unable to stand and collapsed on the ground, enduring the pain and looking up with great confusion.

"why?"

Sincerely confused.

"Am I not obedient enough to you? Could this also be part of the plan?"

Lucian pushed the shell out, reloaded the chamber and fired.

Piercing through Arthur's limbs... but not killing him. The Joker, who possessed the Dionysus factor, could not be killed by simple means.

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"If you had killed Paul, I could barely consider it a ritual, but now you're using this method to treat your loyal men." Bruce watched Lucian cut Arthur's back with a knife:

"You are nothing but a bloody executioner, a piece of trash who uses cruelty and bizarre behavior to attract attention from others."

Lucian ignored him and teased Arthur, "The Vikings' Blood Eagle..."

He was answered with screams of pain.

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The high-purity Dionysus factor is a substance that exists in the spine. It will only appear when the host is in a life-or-death crisis. It cannot be observed or captured at other times.

But it's also simple. It was Luthor who peeled off the Joker's spine, which made it easy for the Joker to be killed.

Then if Lucian peeled off Arthur's spine, he could easily kill him.

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It was a long torture, with the knife inserted into the heart.