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

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him. Lucian walked over and patted Jack on the shoulder, a faint smile on his face: "Let's go, Jack, I want to reconcile with the Bat."

Jack frowned and looked up. It was hard for him to describe Lucien's expression—a relief from having a heavy burden lifted, even with a hint of sunshine. He pursed his lips and looked at the tragic scene outside: "Are you happy to see this?"

Indeed, facing the current situation caused by human beings themselves, anyone with an ounce of empathy would not smile.

"Why are you so serious?" Lucian said with a smile.

This answer made Jack's brows frown even more.

Anti-human.

He cursed in his mind.

But no matter what, since Lucian is willing to reconcile with the Silent Bat, it is always better not to play his nonsense games.

……

The nuclear explosion has not stopped yet. Outside, there is a mad wind, a blazing fire, a chaotic crowd, evaporated blood, and people dying on the roadside from falling objects without even having time to scream... Even the lower city is like this, I dare not imagine how tragic the deaths in the upper city will be.

The shrill sound of air raid sirens made people panic, and they began to gather in the open space. When they saw the nuclear explosion in the distance, they returned to their homes. In short, there was chaos and many stampedes occurred.

Lucian didn't have the mind to pay attention to these things... Compared to better possibilities, the people who died now were not worth mentioning.

But Jack was concerned, and he looked out through the car window with undisguised worry.

……

Wayne Manor was as deserted and uninhabited as ever. Considering that time is money, Lucian used his car to crash open the dilapidated gate, which was only of symbolic significance, and rushed in.

Eighty percent of the Silent Bats acquiesced to this behavior, and the manor did not give the expected hostile response until the car stopped after crashing into a large flower bed.

"Okay, Princess, I'll take you home."

Lucien wanted to open the car door for Jack like a gentleman, but Jack walked down faster - his expression was melancholy and serious, and his eagerness was undisguised.

Maybe Jack was trying to hide it, or maybe his facial muscles didn't fluctuate much, but to Lucien, it was too obvious... He didn't even need to look, he could smell his anxiety.

……

In front of the piano in the study of Wayne Manor, he pressed the fixed keys, the bookshelf moved horizontally, the secret door opened, the elevator descended, and bats started up.

Standing in front of the computer and watching the scene before him, the first voice Silent Bat heard was: "Bat! We reconcile! We don't want to play anymore."

……

"What are you crazy about?" Silent Bat turned his head and looked at Jack without surprise. He nodded slightly, then quickly looked away and looked at Lucian.

Lucien ignored this and looked at the scene on the Batcomputer, which showed Gotham's present, so he asked, "What's it like outside - I mean other cities."

"US-Soviet nuclear war. All cities within the third line were bombed."

Lucien couldn't help but let out a hearty, sharp laugh. "Very good, that's very good—yes, that's right!"

Silent Bat repeated: "Now is not the time for you to go crazy."

Lucian licked the corner of his lips. "Do you think I'm crazy? No, no, listen carefully, Bruce, I'm not crazy. I'm telling you, this is the best time and the best way to save the world."

Ridiculous.

But obviously, Lucian didn't think so.

He walked over and held down Silent Bat's hand as he tried to continue. "What do you want to do next?"

The Silent Bat tried to shake him off, but the bony hands were incredibly strong, so he used his other hand to pry them apart bit by bit... but then he clung to them like a maggot, and finally broke the bones of the hands before he was able to escape:

"Everything remains the same. I will maintain order in the name of Wayne. Let as many of them as possible live."

"In Wayne's name." Lucian looked at Alfred, who was also busy. "In Wayne's name or Pennyworth's name?"

It does not matter.

And now is a critical moment. Bruce didn't want to chat with Lucian any more. He looked up at Jack and said, "Try to contact us and see how many of our companions are still alive."

"Bat, listen to me, Wayne, Bruce."

But at this moment, Lucian was exceptionally tough, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This won't work. You can't do this in the name of Pennyworth, you have to do it in the name of Bruce... Now, while they're all in chaos, taking advantage of the coming nuclear winter, you can completely control Gotham and make it yours."

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Silent Bat narrowed his eyes: "That will come later. The most important thing to do now is to protect more people."

"If you want to save more people, you can't save people now."

Silent Bat stepped forward and grabbed Lucian by the collar: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't think you can boss me around just because you brought Jack back!"

Lucian completely ignored his threat, or rather, he never cared: "Didn't I tell you that the nature of your universe is the dark multiverse, and everything will develop in the worst direction?"

"Fuck this fucking dark multiverse, I'm telling you—this is my city!" The area around the Silent Bat's eyes was bloodshot. "I can't just sit there and do nothing... If you say anything more, I don't mind breaking your limbs and pulling out your tongue—it won't matter to you."

"Oh~" Lucian's expression turned into a false aggrieved and weak one: "You are so cruel, Bat." But he quickly stretched out his facial features and spoke as if he couldn't understand his expression:

"Even though the current development is very bad, but, but, Bat, have you ever thought about this? This is destruction followed by construction, this is rebirth."

Damn freshman.

Information kept flashing on the Batcomputer's screen. The death toll was being counted, while the Batplane's mechanical grippers were replenishing lime powder and other supplies for the subsequent neutralization of nuclear waste.

Lucian was now becoming particularly annoying. "If you follow your plan, if you follow your plan to gradually restore order to Gotham under military control... are you trying to use your strength to shake the tree?"

Lucian continued, rambling on and on, unconcerned about whether or not Silent Bat could listen. He stared intently into those red eyes, "But we're already in the middle of a nuclear war. You can do better... You can do better. You can change Gotham, change the world."

"You are the leader of humanity! You are the savior!"

madman.

……

Lucian knew Hush-Bat was a little crazy. But he wasn't that crazy. He was even healthier than many Batmen. He could kill without going crazy. He could hold his anger in check. He could calm down quickly after a brief burst of anger.

He was a good, safe person... He was not crazy at that time, and he was the best person to centralize power.

This is an excellent bat.

But looking into the eyes of the Blessing of Silence, Lucian knew that he could not persuade him, and he had to carry out disaster relief.

So Lucian snorted and laughed: "Then go and save him, Bat, as long as you don't regret it."

The Silent Bat didn't even glance at him, grabbed Lucian's collar and threw him aside.

Lucian followed with his eyes until the Hunch-Bat put on his cape, turned around and left...towards the Batmobile or the Batplane - until his night vision eyes could no longer see his back.

Only then did he soften as if he had finally collapsed.

Putting his hands in front of his eyes, he said to Jack, who was already working on the side, "He's really arrogant...don't you think?"

Jack ignored him.

The only ones paying any attention to Lucian were the bats hanging upside down on the cave ceiling - after all, he had just scared them.

Chapter 218 Have you ever seen a bat appear in Gotham?

What is Batman to Gotham?

If it were those orthodox worlds—the world where Bruce Wayne became Batman and saved Gotham.

Batman is a hero, a hope, a flame in the ashes; he is a criminal, a fear, a darkness, and a legend.

But in this world.

Gotham thrives without Batman, there's no concept of Batman in this city... so Batman means nothing.

He was just a ghost that floated out of Wayne.

……

The cloak fluttered in the hot wind, and the tightly tied bandages once again protruded from the body uncontrollably, dancing wildly around the body.

The bat fighter flew low over the ruins, and on the streets below, survivors fled like ants.

The medical station in the diamond district had already collapsed, trapping dozens of wounded people underground, unable to escape.

The tsunami caused by the nuclear explosion destroyed the dock, capsized the cargo ship, exploded the oil tanker, and left burning wreckage floating on the sea.

The police station was left with only a charred skeleton, the GCPD badge half-melted into the concrete, and the adjacent building housing the Air Force was in the same dire state.

It can be said to be a mess, but it is only limited to the upper city area. The remaining two urban areas were more damaged by fires, tsunamis and earthquakes caused by the nuclear explosion because of the obstruction of rivers and bridges.

……

"I don't approve of him saving anyone right now—especially someone uptown right now."

"The fewer people who die, the more people who die," Lucien said. "That's good advice."

No one responded to him. The only sounds in the Batcave were the rustling of bats, the tapping of keyboards, and the occasional conversation between Alfred or Jack and Bliss of Silence.

Lucien sat in the same position that Blessing of Silence had sat at the beginning, looking up at the picture on the screen. The flickering light shone on his face, which was extremely colorful, like a character who had put on makeup and was about to appear on stage - a clown.

……

Diamond District Medical Station

Before the survivors trapped underground heard the explosion, they were on their own alert. The sensitivity brought about by living in this city made them realize that they would be trapped here for quite some time...

So they were wary of each other, hid the only food they had, and looked at others greedily.

"I propose that we take out our own food and water, and each person only eats the necessary food every day, so that more of us can survive."

There are also people who are so hurried that they don’t even have a piece of candy on them, and they are speaking hypocritically.

Except for those who had no food like him, the rest of the people looked at him indifferently.

He cleared his throat. "There's a good chance we won't be able to leave! This is so sudden! Does anyone know what happened?"

No one answered this question, suggesting that no one really knew what had happened. Their guesses were: an earthquake, a terrorist attack, or simply a building collapse?

The man licked his lips and pointed at the heavy object that buried them: "Listen to the sound outside!"

Despite the heavy obstructions, the sound is small enough, but you can still hear it faintly when you put your ear to it.

Air raid sirens. Continuous, piercing air raid sirens—the hallmark of nuclear warfare.

"Fucking nuclear war! When did it happen?"

Someone is angry.

"The Soviet Union? The Soviet Union is capable of such a thing... but why didn't they issue an early warning?"

Some people are questioning it.