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

The person inside is Jason Todd, Batman's second son in the main world, but this universe is an enemy of each other, and Jason has been imprisoned in this huge cage by the Hush Bat for five years.

The jailer is Jack Napier - yes, the clown.

Jason didn't comment on his attitude. He took the food silently and started eating.

Normal and nutritionally balanced food, Jack and Silent Bat did not treat the prisoners here harshly in terms of food.

"Hey! Jack, what happened in Gotham today!" Unlike Jason's silence, Oswald rattled the cage when he heard Jack's voice - he was also one of the prisoners.

People who have lost their freedom are particularly eager for news from the outside world. They don’t want to do anything, but just want to maintain contact with the outside world and maintain the faint hope in their hearts that they will be able to leave the prison one day.

"Oh, of course." Jack understood what they wanted. Under the gaze of the pairs of eyes that gradually brightened in the dim light, he took out a newspaper from the box:

"Good news—very good news, the best news you've heard in years...about you."

Hearing this, the prisoners became a little restless, but they didn't make any loud noises. Instead, they all fell silent. They cherished the opportunity to hear news from the outside world. Jack continued:

"The true identity of the bat monster was revealed—and published in the newspaper. The detective who wrote this article was bold and agile... He had been secretly battling the bat monster for a long time and finally accomplished this deed."

"The true identity of the bat monster has been revealed to the world, and now the crowd outside is furious and storming the manor... I bet we'll be rescued soon!"

"Finally, someone who understands!"

"Your mother, Bruce Wayne, should have waited a long time for this day... Wait until I get out!"

Discussions and cheers were everywhere like flies, and no one questioned his words. He had been imprisoned for so long that the prisoner had lost the ability to judge truth from falsehood.

Jack's lip had a tear at the corner, but it was held in place by four U-shaped staples, allowing him to only smile normally... He looked at the prisoners who had become excited and noisy because of this sentence, walked over to Jason, who had finished eating, and put away his lunch box:

"Why not? Isn't this exciting?"

Jason raised his eyelids. "I don't think Wayne's daily newspaper would betray the last remaining Wayne bloodline and turn to someone else to deal with the Bat."

He was close enough to see the name of the newspaper when Jack took it out, so he naturally wasn't excited by those words.

"You don't understand that." Jack gave an ambiguous smile. "I'm not lying to you. This is a real newspaper. That detective really exists. The true identity of the Bat has been revealed to the world."

Jason sneered, "If this report wasn't in the entertainment section, I might actually believe it."

Jack glanced at the newspaper and praised, "As expected, I still like you best, little Jason. Look at them—like a pack of dogs, one barks, and then the others bark too, without knowing why they're barking."

Jason neither agreed nor denied it.

Jack watched them quarreling and had no desire to go over and deliver food. He leaned on the crowbar and whispered, "Good boy, you should learn to be more ignorant than them. To be honest, the bats don't kill you, but they keep you imprisoned."

"...He probably wants to drive you crazy."

Bats allow madmen to dance under the moon.

The only people living here now are those who do not have major conflicts with the Silent Bat. When they all become crazy, the Silent Bat may really let them all go.

Jason shook his head, his eyes fixed on the report in the entertainment section of the newspaper. "Why not hold on a little longer, until Mr. Holmes completely solves the case and joins forces with Scotland Yard..."

(Scotland Yard means the British police station)

The pig-mouthed bats that nested in the bat cave flew back one by one as the sky gradually brightened, making a rustling noise. Then they hung upside down on the stalactites, yawned deeply, wrapped their bodies with their bat wings, and fell asleep amid the even noisier human voices.

Occasionally, some bats, perhaps due to accidents, loss, or injury, still stay outside.

"Boom-"

Lucien felt something suddenly hit his open umbrella.

?

A small black creature fell to the ground along the edge of the umbrella, and the puddles made its already wet fur become wispy.

"Is it touching the porcelain?"

The little bat seemed to be suffering from hypothermia and had difficulty taking off.

"That's not good, I didn't do anything."

Bats are one of the mammals that carry the most types of viruses, but of course this is not a limitation for Lucian.

But he is not a person who is full of love like Superman, who would hug a kitten even if it couldn't get down.

The boots stepped into the puddles, splashing water droplets. The soft rain hit the black umbrella and dripped down the edge bit by bit.

Today he wore a long black windbreaker, and as he walked, the hem of the coat fluttered and drooped behind him.

The little bat in the pocket opened its eyes, felt the warmth, and calmed down.

……

The silent bat has no sense of belonging to Gotham, nor does it have any logically complete emotional overreaction. The image of the "bat monster" chosen is based on the horror nursery rhymes and legends within Arkham.

In Gotham, apart from special areas, bats only represent Halloween, and they have the same status as pumpkin lanterns.

……

It is not difficult to make Gotham more aware of the idea of ​​Batman or the bat monster, and it is not difficult to attract attention to bat creatures.

Lucian spent a day writing a lot of Batman-related articles:

Suspense, comedy, romance, love, adventure, poetry... covering a wide range and multiple fields, with the memory of comics, many plots can be retelled without any difficulty.

Lucian believed in his writing skills. Without the manipulation of capital behind the scenes, it would be easy to pass the manuscript... and the person involved, Silent Bat, would not care about this matter.

They would surprise him.

Yes, a surprise.

When Silent Bat was standing in the old place cosplaying as a statue as usual one day, he saw many cameras pointed at the place and small drones hovering in the air at the risk of being damaged.

……

He knew that he had no choice but to look for Lucien.

Chapter 175 Lucian: I'm going to start fooling people

Other newspapers do not have Wayne's generosity, and the total royalties they receive are only a little over $10,000.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with being a plagiarist.

The drizzle that had been falling all day turned into a downpour at night.

Put the little bat that has warmed up and is a little restless on the table. Bats not only suck blood, they also drink milk.

Lucien didn't mind sharing his dinner.

...But it seems that it doesn't like it very much, and keeps crawling towards the direction of your finger.

"Oh, if you want to touch it..." Lucian watched it crawl into his palm and touched it with his other hand - isn't that what fairy tales say? Rescuing a small animal will make you recognized as your mother.

Then there was a bite.

He was not polite at all, and blood flowed from his tiger's mouth.

……

This is not a fairy tale, and the "world's most vicious" pig-mouthed bat is not a poor little thing that will just take anyone as its mother.

The bat's teeth were sharp, and it used its claws to firmly grasp the finger, burying it and sucking continuously.

Lucien could grab it and throw it out, of course he could. Even if he shot it to death and threw the body out of the window, it would be excusable.

But after thinking about it, he touched the hair on its head with his fingers in pity: "Good boy, drink more."

Like the Buddha cutting off his flesh to feed an eagle.

"Although I don't know what exactly is flowing in the blood of a body that has been tormented by the Joker Virus, Dionysus Factor, Amber Gold, and Speed ​​Force."

"But since you like it, it's okay, I'll give it to you."

Maybe it's poisonous, maybe you'll go crazy after drinking it, or maybe you'll absorb the nutrients and turn into a vampire one day.

Lucian looked out the window, and had the leisure to think about when to release this little creature back into the wild.

There was a roar of thunder, heavy rain, and rising mist, making it impossible to see anything.

Lucien turned his attention back to the bats and didn't see the monster squatting on the window, head down, looking at him through the glass like a real bat.

The rain was getting heavier, and the edges of the bandages were falling off...

Lightning flashed across the night sky.

"Click——"

The window glass shattered. Lucian, prepared in advance, threw the book on the table in that direction, then distanced himself from the Silent Bat and took out ten thousand dollars from his pocket before the Silent Bat approached.

"Royalty!" loudly.

……

Rain poured in through the broken window, and Lucien walked over and drew the curtains, trying to limit the water.

"Literary creation requires inspiration." Pointing to the piles of newspapers on the bookshelf, he said sincerely, "You are my muse."

The Silent Bat caught the frightened little bat in his hand, teased it nonchalantly, and said with a sneer:

"You're reversing the process based on the answers you've already obtained, attempting to attract my attention with clumsy tracking and investigation. When you don't get the response you want, you resort to this method of coercion. How dare you?" He looked up at Lucian, his eyes crimson peeking through the gap in the gauze.

"Do you think you've lived too long?"

Lucian smiled and said politely, "You know I mean no harm."

It was obvious that he had no ill intentions, otherwise the Silent Bat would have killed Lucian without mercy at the first encounter.

"But you've caused me a lot of trouble." Silent Bat pulled out a newspaper clipping from his belt. "I certainly won't kill people without ill intentions, but I will imprison anyone whose identity I know and who could cause me trouble."

"What are your reasons for deciding that I won't do this?"

……

Because I don't know about this.

……

Lucian felt threatened and intimidated by him, so he remained silent and avoided the question: "To be honest, you are very important to me. You are my inspiration, my muse... my model. I observe you from all angles."

"Forgive my recklessness and presumptuousness." His eyes fell on the bandages on the Silent Bat:

"But after analyzing and observing you day and night, I think you're lost... like a dead ghost, like a plastic bag floating in the air, like transparent glass without any color."

“…You’re not perfect.”