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

Arthur is dead.

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Lucian exhaled the tobacco in his mouth and dropped the spine in his hand. He seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden. He looked at Batman, who had not spoken again.

"...Do you have anything to say? Advice or something? Or criticism?"

Got no response.

"You're not the only one wondering why I did this. Killing Harley Quinn and Ms. Taylor at first was revenge, then killing Cobblepot, Jenny, and Damian was barely a matter of stance. And now Paul and Arthur, I have no reason to kill them unless I'm truly perverted."

"Even that speech, the instigation of the people of Gotham... Honestly, the reasons for me to do this seemed forced no matter how you look at it."

"But I want to tell you, Batman." Lucian said seriously:

"I'll kill you next."

Batman looked at him, unmoved by the threat:

"I understand that you do this just to prove that you are different from the Joker, but this is counterproductive... You shouldn't use killing to prove your difference. This will make you more and more alike. This is not a solution to the problem. It will only make you empty." Batman said.

What followed should have been the old argument about whether to kill or not, but Lucian said, "You're right. Killing only makes people feel empty. Believe it or not, but I have to say this—I don't hate any of them for hurting me."

"I never felt sad about it, nor did I think about revenge... I was able to completely put aside these emotions and treat them with a normal heart. I never thought about revenge."

His words seemed to be an attempt to whitewash and defend himself, but Lucian really thought so.

"I never thought of killing them."

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do you remember?

Lucian has no desires or fears, which means that most of the time he has no emotional response to the world.

What this means is that he will forget hatred and revenge.

There is no such thing as killing with personal emotions.

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"I once had a dream in which I killed the Joker and Batman, who represented my desires and fears."

"Now I finally understand why you are the image of my desire and fear - because this is the only way I can get real emotions from you, because this is the only way I can become obsessed with you and cannot leave you. This is also the logic behind my transformation into a clown."

"But this has nothing to do with you killing people." Batman said.

"It's really nothing." Lucian began to carefully wipe the blood off his hands. Unfortunately, there was no water, so the friction of the cloth alone would always leave some residue.

"I killed someone to save myself...it's a reasonable thing to do, don't you understand?"

"If you want to get something, you have to pay something, and you are what I have to pay." He has no psychological burden at all for this:

"It's a train problem. One person, five people, a whole train... But now that person is me, and I have the lever to change the track... Why can't I choose myself?"

"I'm not a hero, Batman."

Lucian is an ordinary person, and ordinary people are selfish and cherish their lives: "I'm just saving myself... No one else will save me, you have already proved it."

“It’s all I can do.”

……

He is clearly the winner, but he looks more like a loser than the losers.

Chapter 151 Leaving Gotham

No one Lucian met in this world had the right to say to him, "I will save you" or "There is another way."

"...I left you for last, simply because I didn't know who to tell these words to."

Lucian looked at Batman silently. After saying these words, he felt a throbbing pain in his head, or maybe it was a sense of pleasure - he couldn't tell the difference.

"Actually, I don't want to tell you this, but I have no choice. Only with you or the Joker can I feel relatively genuine emotions... This is really weird. Are you training a dog? You insist on keeping me by your side, and my heart and eyes are filled with you."

……

In the end, Lucian also killed Batman.

This is the easiest... just break the glass thing holding the brain tissue.

Batman died quickly too.

……

Lucian stood up, blood accumulated on the ground, forming a pool. He stepped on it and walked away step by step, with red footprints chasing him.

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I have a plan, to be a madman.

Let people rage, let people heal.

To make me smarter.

—Dosanyevsky, “Man Does Not Live by Bread Alone”

……

Gotham has been destroyed, and the people here will fall into a huge confusion after the chaos, and then they will find that they have killed themselves - in fifty years, the population of this city will be reduced to zero.

Now, the person who caused this incident tapped the steering wheel, drove the car, and left the city.

"Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman"

Life is not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman.

"You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy"

You called her a bitch just because she wouldn't let you get your way.

(From "None Shall Pass")

The Joker is a character born because of Batman. Without Batman, there would be no Joker.

Batman was born in Gotham. Without Gotham, there would be no Batman.

This is Lucian's logic.

So he's going to destroy Gotham.

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Unlike the vigorous parasitic plague shown on the screen during the parade, the metropolis was unexpectedly peaceful.

It's not a lie, it's just that the Parasitic Demon Plague happened a few months ago. As for the Wood Virus, the metropolis was simply blocked due to the Parasitic Demon Plague. Therefore, the outbreak of the Wood Virus was avoided and the metropolis can be considered peaceful.

When Lucian stood on this land, the first thing he felt was the sunshine... warm, gentle, even hot sunshine.

He is not a person who pursues the things that happened before he lost his memory, but he can remember that he once lived in a city with particularly beautiful sunshine.

Like here.

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On the first day, Lucien found a place to stay, washed himself simply, then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

It was not until one o'clock in the afternoon of the next day that I woke up because I had to pee. I went to the bathroom to wash, changed my clothes, and walked out.

Nothing important, he was looking for something to eat.

……

KFC.

"I want fries, Mom."

"Where's the egg tart?"

"Egg tarts too... and Coke!"

"Okay, set three...chicken wrap, fries, egg tart, Coke, and an extra chicken burger."

After placing the order, the mother and son returned to their seats. The boy was only seven or eight years old, and most children of this age have little patience and are restless. He rested his hands on the stool, his eyes searching around, while his mother was looking at her mobile phone, sliding her fingers and frowning slightly.

Until her sleeve was tugged by the boy, she bent down to ask what was going on, but her eyes did not leave the phone.

"Mom." The boy lowered his voice deliberately and pointed diagonally behind him: "There's a person over there... He looks so scary."

The mother turned around with some curiosity to look... It was indeed horrible - yellow, red, brown and black skin were intertwined together. He was holding a piece of toilet paper in his hand, wiping the pus left on his arm, which seemed to give him some impatient headache.

The sparse hair and wrinkled skin will scare not only children but also adults at first sight.

At this time, the front desk called the number, and the mother gave the boy a few words of advice before going to the front to get the meal.

The boy looked at his mother's back as she left, then looked at the scary-looking man... curiosity overwhelmed his fear, and then he met the green eyes looking at him.

"!"

He was startled, but when he turned around in panic, he saw the strange man waving at him.

The boy stretched his body to see where his mother was, but couldn't find her. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't resist his curiosity and walked over, fidgeting a little.

"How did you..." He pointed at his face, hesitant to speak.

"A fire." The weirdo explained, his voice surprisingly young and pleasant.

This gave the boy some courage, and he asked again: "Does it hurt?"

"Oh, that hurts so much."

……

This is what the mother saw when she returned with the meal. She put the food down, walked over, and apologized:

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't look after the child. I hope I didn't disturb you."

"Bruce is lovely, ma'am."

Obviously, the boy had said his name in this short time.

He made a face at his mother's helpless look, then put a hand on his head and stroked it.

She half-hugged the boy and returned to her table.

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