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

The Court of Owls is the biggest enemy, so he deals with the court; a nuclear explosion is a rare disaster, so he deals with it.

The Silent Bat always gives the people of this city the greatest freedom, and of course it also provides a breeding ground for the criminals and mentally ill in this city... After all, individual criminals and mentally ill people cannot do anything to the city.

So Lucian naturally asked, "Aren't you worried that this will get worse?"

But after asking this question, Lucian knew it was unnecessary... How could the Silent Bat not care? He was like a spider weaving a web, sensing any abnormal fluctuations in Gotham, which would indirectly and unpredictably affect the city like a ghost.

He is an unknown wise king.

……

The Silent Bat seems to firmly believe in one thing - life will find the most suitable way out for itself.

What he has to do is protect this life while it is looking for a way out.

To a certain extent, this can be considered as being high and mighty, but more often than not, it is being humble and downtrodden.

...He did not instill a single bit of his ideas into the city, and he did not believe at all that his ideas could save anything, adapt to anything, or make anything better.

If we say that Hush-Bat is wrong, it's probably not quite correct. If we say that it is right, it's also very strange... So the only evaluation is this - he is not like Batman.

Regardless of whether he is a villain or a good guy, there is no Batman who will not try to transform the city with his own ideas.

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Chapter 220 Les Miserables

Behold the sufferings of humanity.

Look at the suffering in the world

Do you hear the people shout?

Have you ever heard the people cry out?

……

The rain beat against the rusty iron roof like countless tiny fingers tapping on the coffin lid.

Marina pushed the plastic bucket outward again so that more water from the tilted eaves could fall into the bucket.

"Is it full?" Sam's voice came from inside the house, hoarse like sandpaper.

"Soon." Marina responded, but did not go back immediately. Instead, she looked up at the sky. Three days ago, she saw a military helicopter flying low over the city. It was the only official presence after the nuclear explosion... but it only circled over the city once before disappearing into the sky.

Too bad I didn’t see it today.

Marina took out a piece of black cloth placed on the water surface - this was a simple filtering device, but the effect was really not great, and the water in the bucket was still gray.

Everyone knows that there is radiation in the rain now, but the water supply system has stopped working. It is better to get radiation sickness later than to die of thirst now.

It was darker inside than outside, illuminated only by a small lamp powered by a car battery.

Sam lay in bed, his left leg bandaged and bleeding from the wound.

He used to be a construction worker, but lost his job after participating in the riots. When the army was stationed in Gotham, he returned to the construction site, but only worked as an hourly worker.

As for now, his left leg was hit by a rock on the day of the nuclear explosion, and he is temporarily unable to move below the knee.

“…You shouldn’t have gone in the first place.”

Marina sat on the edge of the bed and said hesitantly, "They're just part-time workers. You're a regular employee. What are you doing there?"

Sam might also be regretting: "Never mind this." He didn't want to talk about it.

So Marina hesitated and asked again: "What should we do next?"

What's next?

Not enough food, no money, a woman and a disabled man in this situation.

Won't live long.

They looked at each other speechlessly.

It was daytime outside, but the clouds were so dark that not a single ray of sunlight could escape. The only source of light was the pale lightning.

There was a rumble of thunder...but it didn't seem like thunder.

They all noticed unusual sounds hidden beneath the thunder.

There is someone outside.

many people.

“Are you sure this is the one?”

"It must be a lame man and a woman."

The undisguised and dense footsteps stopped outside the door.

Marina suddenly became panicked. She hurriedly found the gun in the bedside table and handed it to her husband - she forgot that he was unable to move now. Then she took out the boning knife from another cabinet and tried to hide it.

"Boom——"

The sound of violent door breaking continued non-stop. Marina looked at the door that was constantly shaking and could not hold up for much longer... Her hands were shaking with fear.

She is very timid. Sam always takes the initiative to take out a gun to deal with various crises around him. Marina only needs to hide and protect herself...but now.

Sam touched the handle of the knife, then firmly and unyieldingly...shoved the gun into Marina's hand.

Marina looked down and saw her husband mouthing, "I love you."

……

"Boom——"

The robbers broke in.

Marina hid in the corner between the cabinet door and the wall - a blind spot, with the muzzle of the gun sticking out, pointing towards the door... and then kept firing.

She was still too timid to look at the gangsters and the dead outside. The recoil of the gun made her arm hurt...

The submachine gun bullets injured several of the group, but they quickly reacted and didn't engage in a head-on confrontation. Instead, they threw a grenade...

There were thunders outside, and it looked like an inevitable tragic scene in a movie.

But the grenade fell to the ground and did not explode.

……

The pull ring is not pulled out.

Was it an accident caused by carelessness?

But there were frequent gunshots and sounds of heavy objects falling outside... Could it be an internal conflict?

Sam shifted his body and tried his best to look toward the door.

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After Silent Bat said he didn't care, Lucian always wanted to do something.

But no matter what he did, he always felt constrained - he couldn't kill people, and not killing people in a chaotic society was like voluntarily throwing away a weapon and it was a one-on-many situation.

...Then Lucian thought of another thing.

If he had been looking for the difference between himself and the Joker - the opposite of killing and not killing.

By then, he will be composed of all the opposite elements of the clown - non-killing, kindness, compassion, and strength - will even the clown's love of laughter be reversed into crying?

Isn’t this falling into the trap of existentialism?

……

Lucien felt that this shouldn't be the case...

What's more, if Lucian really wanted to do something for this city - he really had to kill someone.

Lucien thought: If the Joker really looked like this, so simple, then he would only ridicule the setting of this character.

...So Lucian so easily went back on his promise to his former self.

So now he was holding a submachine gun and came to Crime Alley.

……

Poverty, backwardness, chaos and violence.

Lucian was not unfamiliar with this place, and because of his familiarity, he knew that this would be the current Gotham, the place where people most urgently wanted to unite.

——Because of poverty, there is no stored supplies; because of backwardness, the population density is maintained; because of chaos, people yearn for a sense of security; because of violence, they are full of aggressiveness.

This is the best entry point and also the most cost-effective place.

As expected, when Lucien first stepped into the area, he saw a group of people holding weapons, gathering in one direction in the rain - it was definitely a burglary.

So Lucien followed.

Sure enough.

The victims are also a vulnerable group in the general sense - families consisting of women and disabled people, without children.

Lucien noticed that there were residents on the floors above and below the victim's, but they all kept their doors closed as if no one was there.

The whole area was eerily cold and indifferent.

This is reasonable.

He thought: No matter which universe, no matter when, Gotham looks like this.

The people in this city lack sympathy and enthusiasm for others. They watch others suffer quietly... because this has not happened to them, but when these disasters happen to them one day, they will accept their fate.

...Lucian put the gun under his armpit, and he could shoot with great accuracy without aiming.

He was extremely skilled at this—

"Da da da--"

The sharp sounds of bullet casings falling to the ground and triggers being pulled mixed together, accompanied by the sound of bodies falling to the ground and a noise that was not immediately clear from where the gunshots came from.

……

If you are being robbed, even if other people come and kill the robbers, it will not change your situation - you will be robbed again by the new people.

But if this person is dressed in expensive clothes, walks lightly, has a calm demeanor, and is dressed like an upper-class person... then you can rest assured that those so-called nobles always have some pretentious kindness.