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

"Damn it." As night fell, Jason also noticed his gloves and cursed inwardly.

The above things are just the tip of the iceberg. As the exploration deepens, similar things become more and more common. When Jason hacked into the computer, he saw [Your brain has been eaten by zombies...], and when he stole the notebook he always carried with him, he saw Setu's hand-painted notebook. Later, he decided to go all out and installed a miniature camera. As expected, he was discovered... and was forced to watch an 18+ pornographic video.

“Shift… … ”

“Fuck!!”

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Compared to the Red Hood who matured in -22 and even won the battle for the cloak, Jason Todd, who is still the second-generation Robin, is immature and cute.

There is a kind of joy in bullying the weak in a low-end game by mistake.

……

The first people I encountered were typical Gotham street robbers. Their condition was shocking: old, sick, and frail. At first, I thought it was due to the harsh prison conditions, but upon closer inspection, I realized they were like this before they came in.

I can't help but wonder, can a seriously ill person's body really do such horrific things? I can't believe that a skinny person who can't even hold a toothbrush can shoot someone from 800 meters away and get away with it.

So I asked them about their specific actions during the crime—the things that are not known to others.]

Lucian already knows a lot about Gotham, but "Oberon Sexton" needs this to support his research and character design.

He pretended to think, preparing ample reasons for every change of mind.

[They hesitated after a brief moment of confusion. When I came here the next day and tried to hear anything again, they all chose to keep silent. No matter what, I couldn't get anything.

I kind of understood the reason, especially when I was threatened on the way back to my residence.]

……

In the same place, there were not just a few kittens as last time, but groups of them blocking the entrances and exits.

It has reached the point where if "Oberon Sexton" can escape alive, his character will be ruined.

This was within Lucian's expectations, or rather, it was part of the plan... The little bird that always suffered a disadvantage in the implicit confrontation was watching here.

"Outsiders." The leader fits the stereotype perfectly, both in terms of appearance and physique, including his trash talk: "Gotham doesn't welcome nosy reporters—especially those who ask about things they shouldn't ask about."

"If you have time to ask those cripples how to shoot with one arm, why not try getting a woman pregnant without arms and legs... Ha, you're such a skinny dog! If you lose your arms and legs, you won't even be able to get syphilis!"

The neon lights at the alley entrance shone on his pale face. Auberon Sexton forced himself to remain calm. "I thought the Constitution guaranteed freedom of the press?" he said in that tiresome academic tone. At the same time, he caught a glimpse of the bird that had climbed onto the dripstone, ducked down, and shook its feathers in preparation for a dive.

As expected, these words caused a burst of laughter - perhaps laughing at "freedom of the press" or perhaps laughing at "constitutional protection".

In short, the steel pipe suddenly swung down towards Lucien's face. He dodged to the side in embarrassment, but it was too sudden and the steel pipe still hit the hand holding the briefcase. He staggered a few steps due to the force - the pain was too intense, Lucien suspected that his finger bones had been broken.

...These people really don't want Auberon Sexton to live to see tomorrow.

——Until a trash can came flying and knocked over three people.

"What the hell is this midnight team building thing going on?!"

The robin with a red beak finally landed and only glanced at Lucian, paying more attention to the group of people.

Black Mask's men, Jason thought.

The ensuing melee resembled a grotesque pantomime. Lucian, not wanting to intervene, stood innocently in a corner, shielded from the elements, admiring the second-generation Robin's fighting style from a close distance—blocking, grappling, wrestling... using any object that might be effective in the confined space.

These people had little desire to resist and were ready to run away almost the second they saw Robin appear - since Robin was there, Batman would be here soon.

Jason had no intention of showing mercy. To be more precise, he hit them very hard - he took out his anger on them for the loss he suffered at the hands of Oberon Sexton.

Not until the last thug was hung upside down on the fire escape—during which time Lucian was trying so hard to suppress his smile that his face was distorted—Robin turned his head and looked at him.

"Oh, thank you..." Oberon Sexton covered his arm and slowly stood up: "I've heard of you, Robin... Thank you."

Then he said: "I have always felt that someone is following me, and someone has sneaked into my house...it turned out to be them."

Chapter 235 Welcome to Gotham

Jason threw the now bent, blood-stained steel pipe he had snatched onto the ground, making a clanging sound.

"How did you offend them?"

Lucian recounted everything that "Oberon Sexton" had experienced in the past few days.

"They're teasing you." Jason said after hearing it.

"what?"

"There are indeed scapegoats in Blackgate Prison, but not as numerous or obvious as this. They recognized you as a foreigner, bribed the guards, and mixed up the prisoners' information to tease you." He explained simply.

Damn regional discrimination.

Oberon Sexton uttered a "huh" and looked at his briefcase. "So, all my records are useless?"

His expression turned into one of embarrassment and then became complicated after a while: "Oh, okay."

Pointing at the people lying down, he said, "If it's fake, then why did they come to kill me?"

……

People have always had a stereotype about the second-generation Robin from Crime Alley, namely: irritable, rebellious, impulsive, and ignorant of the seriousness of the matter, and occasionally sensitive and compassionate.

Lucian testified that this was true, at least the first half of it.

Jason splashed mineral water on one of the leaders to wake him up. The man was lifted up by his hair, his face pressed against the wall. “Tell me, what did Roman tell you?”

Black Mask's real name is Roman Sionis.

"No, no." The man shook his head slightly, then blinked frequently to let the water droplets flow down, so that he could open his eyes and see everything in front of him.

After searching for a moment, his eyes fell on Auberon Sexton, who was standing innocently beside him, and he suddenly gritted his teeth:

"Wearing a mask for an interview in broad daylight—who do you think you are? Batman?!"

Lucien:?

Reaching out and touching the mask on his face, he thought he already understood the level of obsession among the people of Gotham, but he really didn't expect there was such a reason. He couldn't help but ask, "Can't I wear this?"

"Ha!" He felt as excited as if his prostate had been poked, and he had a stronger desire to struggle than when he was fighting Robin. "Who the hell do you think you are?! You're strutting around in a mask?"

"You can't discriminate against me because I'm British... I saw people walking down the street wearing Batman or Robin cosplay masks on their faces."

This thing does exist. Not only these, but also the peripheral products of that group of crazy people... This is probably the specialty that distinguishes it from other cities.

This sentence made people even more angry, and he cursed randomly for an incomprehensible reason... Lucian frowned and summed up what he wanted to say from the words containing a lot of "God" and "bitch".

Maybe... they were dissatisfied with a foreigner wearing a mask that was neither Batman nor Robin in formal occasions, and that the mask was not worn to cover his face to commit crimes nor as a personal characteristic, but simply to cover his scars.

After all, even when two-faced Harvey's face was half rotten, he didn't say anything about wearing a mask to prevent people from seeing it. They didn't think it could be more serious than this.

So they thought Oberon Sexton was cowardly and ridiculous, and were ready to intimidate him into leaving Gotham.

"..."

GCPD and "Batman and Robin" have sufficient experience in cooperation. With the sound of "Hey, hey, hey", this group of regionally discriminatory gangsters were taken away. As for Oberon Sexton, as a victim, he only needed to make a simple record at the scene.

It was now night time, and occasionally the shadows of bats could be seen flying under the street lights. Robin did not leave, but came out from the hidden corner after the police car left as quickly as it had come.

Oberon Sexton seemed somewhat distracted, his back lonely and even the corners of his clothes revealed a sense of confusion:

"...Are all of you in Gotham like this?"

"No." Grumpy Robin now showed his delicate side and handed over the burger he had bought. "This is my first time seeing this too."

The cause of a crime is difficult to predict. Jason understood this after witnessing "a man killing his wife and three children because there were no onions in his dinner", "a man carrying a gun to launch a school shooting because he hated Mondays", "a man killing his girlfriend to win a free breakfast", and "a man hitting and killing a 60-year-old woman just because he wanted to have sex with the corpse". In comparison, it doesn't seem so strange that these people were ready to beat up Oberon Sexton and force him to leave Gotham just because of the mask.

Isn't it weird?

The people in this city are really weird... They are indifferent to vigilantes and criminals, yet possessive of them; they want to escape from here, yet will do their best to come back before they die; they madly insult the city, yet can't stand others agreeing with them... This is a group of crazy people who are very unique no matter which city they are in.

"...It's time to change my research topic." Oberon Sexton tore open the burger wrapper, took a bite, and said, "How the hell did super villains and superheroes appear in Gotham?"

"Given the cultural atmosphere here, it wouldn't be surprising if The Ripper cut open The Scissorhands' butt one day."

Jason didn't reply, probably as a sign of agreement, and handed over a cup of Coke.

"...Oh, thank you." Oberon Sexton took it, but before his lips touched the straw, he suddenly said, "The only thing to be thankful for is that Coke doesn't discriminate based on region. Whether you're in New York, San Francisco, Washington, or Gotham, it's all worth two dollars. There's no such thing as a 'Gotham flavor.'"

There is a saying that Coke is the most equal drink. The homeless in the slums and the president in the White House all drink Coke of the same price and taste, and it may even be produced from the same batch.

"Even KFC has regional characteristics." Oberon Sexton looked at the burger. "I haven't had a Skittles milkshake since I came to America."

Jason discovered that this reporter, who he thought was sharp, suspicious, alert, cautious, and distant, had another notable characteristic - he was a chatterbox.

Or perhaps it was because he was so shocked by what he had just said that he felt an especially strong urge to complain, and he took the opportunity to vent his frustrations: "Before I came here, I thought the most difficult thing was how to connect with the vigilantes and criminals here."

“I only realized after coming here that I am very lucky to be alive today.”

"My house was broken into and bugged, my computer hacked, my briefcase stolen, and if I don't get home before dusk, waves of thugs will randomly show up and rob me. Now, even... ha... even wearing a mask is discriminated against because it's not Gotham-worthy!"

What could Jason say?

As the culprit who planted the bug, the camera, the hacked computer, and stole the briefcase, he could only say dryly:

"Welcome to Gotham."

Chapter 236 "I know who Batman is" "You think I don't know?"

Today is the day the Joker goes on trial, but a criminal king who confesses to his crime is of no use other than to drain the last bit of his traffic.

Reporters flocked to the courtroom, and accordingly, it became much easier to obtain interview qualifications for the popular IP Arkham Asylum.

“Why don’t you go see the clowns?” But it would also make people wonder.

The guard looked at the writer standing in front of him with a little surprise. He thought that there would be no interviewer coming today. He asked while leading Oberon Sexton deeper.

"Maybe they're worried he might set off a laughing gas bomb during the trial... This is a rare spectacle. If it were me, I'd definitely teach everyone a lesson."

The guard glanced at him sideways and understood: "You are not from Gotham."

"?"

Auberon Sexton's brows twitched. "How do you say it?"

The guard didn't answer. He walked straight to the private room, indicated that this was the target location, and opened the door for him to enter. "The interview will be for one hour. If you want to continue, please come out and tell me... just in case of any accidents."

Oberon Sexton did not go in immediately. He was still thinking about the previous question, so he asked again.

This time the guard didn't hide it: "Because everyone in Gotham knows one thing."

"——The bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish."