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

Lucien looked at him and repeated, "I mean no harm."

"But you have a purpose."

Lucian didn't deny it, but changed the subject: "I'm also a certain hero. Amnesia hero? Laughing hero? Clown hero? Prop hero? Or maybe I'm randomly refreshed and can grab a victim hero at any time and any place in hell."

"I'm a hero, or at worst an anti-hero," Lucian said sincerely. "You have to trust me. Don't be so inquisitive."

The Silent Bat looked down at him with equal seriousness: "I will imprison you until all this is over."

"What kind of forced play are you playing?" Lucian complained: "But I..."

The next words were interrupted by the Silent Bat: "I have asked you the same question many times and given you many chances. My patience is running out."

He means it.

Lucian looked into those bloodshot blue eyes and chuckled, "I told you my purpose, but you didn't believe me... Well, I'll have to make one up for you to believe."

"There is a God of Time in the universe. He recruited me and asked me to find you—Bruce Wayne—Batman—in the dark multiverse, to turn you back from the evil you once were, and put the universe back on track. Do you believe this?"

"Poor." Silent Bat commented.

Clumsy, inferior.

Just like you can’t talk about ice to a summer insect, you can’t talk about the world to a mayfly.

Look, you can’t talk about parallel worlds to a mentally ill person who only cares about his own little world and can’t even understand himself.

As if finally moved by the Silent Bat's persistence, Lucian said, "Do you know how the Court of Owls recruits Talons? They recruit homeless people or orphans, training, brainwashing, freezing them, and using them like tools. I was one of those who defected."

"I hate them, but I can't retaliate. So I discovered your existence through internal information. I think you should be an ally, and you should hate them even more than I do."

The Silent Bat didn't speak.

Lucian dusted himself off and stood up. Unfortunately, the expensive material also meant that the clothes were difficult to clean. He said distressedly, "This is Merino wool. I spent a thousand dollars on it. You have to pay for it."

Silent Bat glanced at it and said, "It's fake, five hundred dollars at most."

"..." Lucian looked up at him, then looked down at his windbreaker.

"This was purchased under Wayne's name, so you still have to pay for it."

Silent Bat: "..."

……

"You knew it was a fake?"

"Of course." Lucian swung the sign in his hand. "Not only that, I bought every fake Wayne product I saw. You need to pay a large sum of money, or I will contact the reporters to report it all and ruin Alfred's reputation."

Bruce Wayne is socially dead, and Wayne Enterprises is legally inherited by Alfred.

"Thinking it could threaten me."

"Can't you?"

"How much do you want?"

"Ha ha!"

Chapter 184 Whitewashing the Clown

From afar, Jack looked through the dark walls and dirty windows at the two people chasing each other in the clear moonlight.

Looking at Lucian being pinned down by the Silent Bat, blood spitting out of his mouth.

Insults, confrontations, violence.

Jack's face was expressionless, and beside him lay a collection of cut-out, bound newspapers, all of which contained the words, well, funny Batman.

The tongue rubbed against the fangs in the mouth.

……

"I am a human being who can do anything. I am not a hero. I am the person you should call when you are facing a breakdown."

(One of Batman's classic lines)

Jack rubbed his fingers over the sentence in the article.

Yes, calling, yes.

Jack could, of course, call upon the bat, and the bat would come to his aid at any time.

But what about everyone else?

Jack thought about Bruce's inaction day and night.

He would not respond to the calls of others, as if the bat was a deity that belonged only to him.

Under the moonlight, Lucian and Silent Bat left Crime Alley one after another. Jack watched their figures until they disappeared at the end of the brick walls.

Looking upward, Jack saw Gothic spires and domes rising into the sky.

Bats, bats, bats.

Jack was calm, chewing the name slowly on his teeth.

……

Jack and Lucian have a tacit understanding. Jack is deliberately touching the bottom line of Silent Bat and letting Silent Bat kill him, but Silent Bat will not do it.

Just like he wouldn't kill Alfred.

But Jack's betrayal will make Silent Bat think, confuse him, and make him entangled.

…they have a relationship like that between Joker and Nite Owl, but far less deadly.

……

"Honestly, Bandage Man, did you buy this outfit at Balenciaga?" Lucian looked around as he walked, making a critical comment:

"It's pretty good. At least it's more stylish than the black garbage bag, the pink and purple uncomfortable sandals, and the jeans with the crotch pulled down."

The Silent Bat ignored him.

Walking up to a black car, yes, not the Batmobile, Lucien raised an eyebrow: "Your... means of transportation?"

Yes, that's his mode of transportation.

Lucian sat in the passenger seat, stroked his beardless chin with his hand, and said nothing.

……

It's a boring, old-fashioned car, it doesn't even have any fragrance, and the leather is synthetic.

"If I were really that poor, I wouldn't necessarily want the hush money." Lucian looked at the signs of use. Yes, signs of use. This damn junked car was quite old. After counting on his fingers, it was very likely that it was a second-hand car when it came into the hands of this bat.

Silent Bat reached out and grabbed the gear, pushing it up a gear - it was a manual transmission.

"This is Alfred's car," he explained.

"Oh, the old fledgling complex. Fine, you still have to pay me back."

We drove all the way to Wayne Manor, passed through the water curtain, entered the Batcave, and pushed open the car door. The previous owner of the car was waiting there with a merino wool windbreaker on the tray in his hand. It was a real one.

Alfred lowered his eyes, deliberately avoiding Lucian's gaze.

……

"What do you know?"

Lucian was led by the Silent Bat to an empty room. While looking around, he replied, "I thought we had concluded this conversation. What else do you want to know?"

It's a bit like a prison cell, or an interrogation room.

The Silent Bat didn't ask Lucian's purpose, nor did he ask the Court of Owls. Instead, he said, "Regarding Jack, you cooperated with him."

"Huh? No."

It was just tacit understanding.

But the Silent Bat was far more perceptive and imaginative than Lucian had imagined, and he was almost certain: "You cooperated with him."

Lucien found a chair and sat down, his chin resting on his hand. "Whatever you want to think, you can even say we're married."

"He helped you conceal your identity, took the initiative to meet with you, helped you cut the ropes and escape at the chemical plant, and let me walk into a trap to lure you to rescue me... If I hadn't known that you and he had never met alone..."

Lucian interrupted him: "You know so much, what's the matter, did you bug Jack?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"It really has nothing to do with me," Lucian said. "Are you curious about how we managed to avoid you and cooperate with you?"

Silent Bat looked at him, waiting for an explanation, while Lucian spread his hands and smiled: "We have never communicated, let alone any cooperation. Come on, Bat, don't think I don't know you have this guess - it's just a tacit understanding for you."

This was the nth time Lucian had said this, but he was still very patient.

"For me?" Silent Bat repeated, but his tone was filled with anger. "You are too arrogant."

"Arrogant? Why don't you go find Jack? Ask him why he's so arrogant... I have nothing to do with you. Even if I'm a knight of some kind, do you still have the heroic spirit to not attack me?" Lucian raised his bruised face, his smile undiminished.

"Don't be such a hypocrite, Bat. You only pick on me because you don't want to face him."

With Jack missing in Gotham, is Hush-Bat out of options?

Don't forget, he's also Batman.

Staring into those green eyes, the Silent Bat saw no malice, no ridicule, let alone sarcasm. It was just a smooth mirror with a very deep and tiny black vortex in it.

The Silent Bat had long had a doubt... Lucian's eyes. His pupils were shrunk to the extreme, even beyond the limit that humans can reach. Originally, this would make his eyes very strange, but the bright color of the iris would divert most of the viewer's attention.

This also means that when looking into each other's eyes, it is easy to mistake them for stained glass.

"Perhaps you think I have ulterior motives..."

HushBat interrupted him and said, "I've seen the stories you've written. The so-called 'complete' Batman in them all guards his own sanctuary as a chaste heroine."

"But if what you're pursuing is me becoming 'complete' and meaning not killing, then that's impossible, Lucian. You're imagining it too beautifully. I don't think killing is something disgusting, nor does it mean you've crossed a line."

"No matter which of the characters in your story you want me to be, it's impossible." Silent Bat made a vivid metaphor: "Like porcelain, I already have cracks. No matter what I do, I can never reach the perfection in your mind.

porcelain……

It was hard for the Silent Bat to believe that Lucian's pupils, which were already so small, could become even smaller, even blending into the lines of the iris.

porcelain……