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

“…I’ll come again.”

……

Compared to the deserted Arkham, the entire Gotham is unusually lively. Any place with a screen is broadcasting the grand ceremony of the Joker's confession, including the televisions with blurred pixels hanging high in the closed and dim shops.

The owner, who was about fifty or sixty years old, wore glasses and looked up at the screen.

"Take the bag 'Magna'."

A customer came in and knocked on the counter.

Magna is a cheap cigarette in the United States in the 1990s. It is known for its rich aroma and medium smoke, but unfortunately it burns quickly.

The shopkeeper, his eyes still fixed on the TV, fished something out from under the counter and handed it over: "Two dollars."

After receiving the cigarette, the visitor did not leave immediately. Instead, he opened it, lit it on the spot and put it in his mouth. Then he leaned against the wooden counter to watch the pictures on TV.

……

"He has committed first-degree murder, federal terrorism, kidnapping, torture, and mass poisoning, among other crimes, and is now sentenced to 5,300 years in prison, which is life in prison without the possibility of parole."

"He will be held in the harshest wing of Blackgate Prison for intensive care."

——After the Joker pleaded guilty, the judge banged the gavel, and the cheers in the audience became uncontrollable, coming out of the TV like a tidal wave.

The shop owner took off his glasses and wiped them, then said to the customer who was still staring at the screen, "I thought I wouldn't be able to see the Joker sentenced before I died."

"That's pretty good now." The customer exhaled the smoke from his mouth. The shop was dim, the light coming from outside, and he was leaning against the door with his back to it. Add to that the thin dust and smoke, and it was difficult to make out his facial features, let alone his expression. "At least you died without regrets."

The shop owner ignored the low EQ remark, sighed, and took off his glasses. His tone was filled with a hint of regret as he continued, "Thirteen years, the clown has been lawless here for thirteen years."

"Sent to a mental hospital, escaped from prison, sent to a mental hospital, escaped from prison, sent to a mental hospital... I almost thought that the Joker was playing a game with Batman, and we were just part of the play... Now it's good, I don't even expect the Joker to get what he deserves, as long as he doesn't come out again."

"I'm really tired of people laughing their asses off."

He was referring to those who were unable to fully recover from nitrous oxide but were able to lead normal lives.

The guest wasn't particularly interested, only agreeing perfunctorily. He only averted his gaze when the courtroom on the screen had ended and there was nothing left to watch. "Don't worry, even without the Joker, there are others. There are always these so-called super villains."

"You never know when the guests will go from laughing to howling."

The cigarette had burned to the end, so he threw it on the ground, stepped on it, and left.

The shop owner turned off the TV, took out his reading glasses from the drawer and put them on, then picked up the newspaper and squinted to read the contents:

Wayne Corporation sponsors the construction of Blackgate Prison - The Joker will be held in solitary confinement around the clock

"...Whatever. Seeing people cry always makes me feel better than seeing them laugh."

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Bane is an extremely cautious person. Only after completing the intelligence investigation and confirming that Batman does not kill people, he dares to confront Batman and test him. Only when he is sure that Batman is completely exhausted and has no power to resist, he chooses to launch a sneak attack at Wayne Manor.

Therefore, if Lucian wanted to do something before things developed, he couldn't do too much or too obviously, and he couldn't reveal his true intentions, otherwise the sensitive-skinned warrior would most likely notice the clues and give up the attack.

——Although the more likely scenario is that Bane's attention is all on Batman, and he won't notice this place unless Gotham explodes.

...but at least we still have to be on guard against the Robin, right?

Lucien leaned against the window, with a lot of cigarette butts piled at his feet.

Magna has a strong aroma, but unfortunately it burns too quickly, so one pack is not very satisfying. However, I don’t want to make another trip, so I looked towards the place where the robin might be hiding, pointed my finger, and wanted to say something.

But in the end, he chose to resist the urge to smoke... After all, Oberon Sexton would never let Robin bring him cigarettes.

I asked for it, Lucien thought.

Chapter 238 Harry

Harley Quinn AKA Harley Quinn, an indispensable female character in the Joker's story. She was once a psychiatrist, but was later attracted to the Joker and became the first Harley Quinn.

It is worth mentioning that the counterpart to Marvel's Deadpool is DC's Harley Quinn. Both of them have clearly shown a characteristic in the official comics - the ability to pass through the dimensional wall and communicate directly with the editorial department, which is an ability that even Batman and the Joker have not clearly stated.

At this moment, in Arkham Asylum, in the ward belonging to Harley, she crawled on the quilt and muttered:

"What? No way."

"He's Mr. J."

"How can it be."

"what."

"impossible."

"That's Mr. J."

Her colorful nails scratched the sheets, her graceful body twisted and turned like a snake, and her beautiful red and blue twintails became a mess.

Then he suddenly sat up from the bed, a stray hair hanging on his mouth, and Harry reached out and swatted it away.

"This must be the Bat's scheme—that disgusting one—this must be his scheme! He must have done something to Mr. J!"

She stood barefoot on the ground, facing the closed iron door, and yelled outside through the barely perceptible gap: "I want to see Batman! I want to see Bat! Batman - you motherless bastard!!"

"You heartless fellow—give me back my pudding!"

No one responded to her. The same situation had happened countless times in the past few days. No matter how Harry slapped her body madly or how her sharp screams turned into choked sobs, no one paid any attention.

The sound insulation cotton without any moisture makes the corridor still so white and quiet.

"Batman... woooooo... my pudding..."

Harley slid to the ground exhausted, her beautiful eyes red from crying. "What did that bat do to you... He trapped you and tried to kill you... I actually let you spend the rest of your life in such a boring place."

"He must be taking advantage of your love for him to do whatever he wants...Mr. J, bats will only hurt you. No, no...Now is the time when Mr. J needs me the most."

"He's trapped by that monster... I should go help him—Harley, Harley! You are the person Mr. J loves and trusts the most. Mr. J is waiting for Harley to save him now!"

"——Harley is going to Blackgate Prison to rescue Mr. J. This is what Mr. J needs. After Mr. J comes out, he will definitely realize how good Harley is and he will definitely leave Batman! Mr. J belongs to Harley!"

……

Although the Joker was taken to Blackgate Prison this afternoon and everything was settled, the large amount of traffic generated by him reached a breaking point.

But still… unreal.

It felt as soft and ethereal as stepping on cotton. It was like another trap set by the clown, and the purpose was to plan a bigger fun - that's what the patients all thought.

The silence within Arkham Asylum wasn't the silence of a complete lack of communication with the outside world, but rather the scornful disdain shown towards the Joker's confession. With the exception of Harley Quinn, who requested a meeting with him after the confession, everyone believed it was just the Joker's preparation for something bigger...

During their rare free time, they even gathered together to make bets.

"A week - no, it should be a month." The Penguin believed that the Joker would take enough time to appear honest so that he could give a bigger surprise when he came back. He had already started to calculate what benefits he could get in this month when no one disturbed him.

"With such a big scene, if I don't make a bigger joke, I won't be able to admit that I'm in the same hospital with him."

Killer Croc looked at Harvey beside him. His transformation from the Knight of Light to Two-Face was also the work of the Joker. He asked in a muffled voice:

"Harvey, what about you?"

"I half-admit it," Harvey said nonchalantly as he played his cards. "Come on, instead of believing the Joker has come to his senses, it's better to believe the Penguin has atavistic genes like you, Crocodile."

The Penguin raised his eyebrows.

"The eyebrows are natural in shape, with a distinct brow peak, thick and with a certain curvature. I suggest trimming the eyebrows and removing stray hairs. There's nothing that needs major changes. It's already beautiful without the stray hairs, sir."

The eyebrow trimmer said this as he looked at Lucien through the mirror.

"Okay, please."

Eyebrow trimming and facial SPA are included for $30, which is economical and affordable.

Normally, the hair on Lucian's body knew where it should grow, and he was too lazy to worry about it. But recently, he found that it was not that his beard did not grow, but that it grew slowly, so slowly and so sparsely that he mistakenly thought that it had never grown at all - in fact, it was because he did not take care of himself, and a generation of hair follicles had died before the hair even poked out.

The peace at the end of this world and the previous one made him walk into a beauty salon that he thought he would never set foot in his life.

"Is your hair permed or dyed, sir?"

After trimming the eyebrows, the master rolled up some foam and applied it on Lucien's face, while showing his talkative nature.

"There's no hairspray, but the curls are so big, and the color, the black and green gradient, is so natural. It must be difficult to achieve."

“…Yes, it cost a lot of money.”

"Sir, your skin is great too, not oily or dry, and you don't have any scars... It's rare for a man to be scar-free. Do you use skincare products? Or facial cleanser?"

"Wow... this skin looks like it's newly grown."

"..."

Lucien closed his eyes.

...This is a Chinese gathering place in Gotham. The local food tastes very good. Unfortunately, Lucien is still obsessed with his eggs and milk. After trying them once, he rarely comes here again. This time he came just to get a shave, but since he was already here, he was not in a hurry to leave.

"I need an English-Chinese dictionary and the complete Chinese version of the I Ching."

Remember the legendary doctor Cavendish who planned the carnival on April Fool's Day and cured the two-faced man into a man with seventy-eight faces?

"Twenty dollars off."

The legendary, genius doctor's next treatment plan was to replace Tarot cards with the 4096 hexagrams of the I Ching.

To be honest, Lucien was very curious and eager to try it out.

"I also need a collection of riddles for young children."

Give it to the Riddler as a joke at the right time.

"How to woo girls...are there any books like that?"

The story of the Mad Hatter and Alice may also be applicable to Zsasz. If that doesn't work, give it to Robin or Batman... or Poison Ivy.

The bookstore owner looked up at Lucien, said nothing, and turned to take books from the rows of shelves: "Eight dollars for one book, eighteen dollars for one book."

Chapter 239 Batman and Robin

May.

The ancient Romans believed that getting married in May would bring misfortune; the Celts called May 1st "the time of dusk"; medieval Europe called it the "May Devil"; and ancient China referred to it as the "evil month."

In late spring and early summer, the rain continues.

Bane's arrival was quicker than expected, but thankfully his behavior was no different from the plot.