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

"But I made sure of it when you asked me to shuffle the cards."

It was that magic trick.

The clown looked regretful, but his eyes were urgent and expectant: "Why?"

"I'm certain I touched a physical entity. Besides the illusion you created, you used your body without my knowledge... and blinded my perception."

Lucian closed his eyes slightly and clapped his hands softly: "This is the clown, this is the clown virus."

"What's become of that harmless and docile image? Who are you pretending to be?"

Getting along with a clown may not be that dangerous, but it will not be warm and harmonious. When a madman tries to face you with patience, when a devil tries to influence you with kindness... then you need to be vigilant, because the bombs are always wrapped in honey.

"I ask the jury to judge whether the defendant is guilty based on the evidence and the law. Please deliberate carefully and render a fair verdict."

"The jury retired to deliberate."

"The court is adjourned pending the jury's verdict."

With another solemn knock, Bruce was released on bail, and this initial hearing ended there.

After the jury reaches a preliminary verdict, there will be a preliminary hearing, followed by a trial, and finally sentencing.

His two children breathed a sigh of relief.

"It was a little unexpected... I thought at least something would happen," Dick said.

But the truth is, nothing happened until we got in the car.

Then the car was surrounded.

Jason looked at Dick: "..."

Surrounding the vehicle were the group of people who had gathered in front of the court.

"Shit Wayne! Shit Batman!" They pounded on the car windows and pressed their faces against the glass. The horrible faces were squeezed one after another, like disgusting worms.

They are a blind flock, led by black goats, attacking with their immature horns.

The Lamborghini modified with bat technology was enough for Jason to step on the accelerator and smash the group into pieces.

But the sheep relied on the hunting dogs not to bare their claws and fangs towards them, and provoked them unscrupulously.

Gotham is like a quagmire. The more you struggle, the deeper you sink, until no one can move. This place is like its embodiment - entangled, dragged, and suffocated to death by others along with yourself.

The police and guards who noticed the situation shouted to assemble and tried to separate the crowd, but the crowd ignored them and vented their anger and sadness.

Bruce sat in the car without saying a word, looking at their disgusted expressions and listening to the curses against himself. He was indifferent and even felt bored.

Their hatred for Batman is unreasonable and unfounded. Logically, the natives of Gotham should have a complicated view of this superhero, some disgust, some love, and full of contradictions.

And the impression of Wayne's identity will not be too bad... After all, he is the only capitalist who treats people as human beings.

When Batman is confirmed to be Bruce Wayne, they may be confused and agitated...

But it won’t be the kind of riotous hatred that we have now.

...If Lucian had seen this scene, he would have thought of a wonderful drama in his memory:

At the end of the 2019 Joker, the Joker was surrounded by people and stood on a burning vehicle.

But now, the clown-like figure had no desire to dance, and the people surrounding him did not have the courage to break the car windows.

"Officer." The reporter from Metropolis walked up to the current chief of the Gotham Police Department and handed him a black card.

The director was about to take it, but noticed the cameras filming the surroundings, so he refused it sternly.

"This is the fine for their traffic obstruction offense... I hope Mr. Commissioner won't be angry about this."

The fine for obstructing traffic should be paid to the Traffic Bureau, but the police chief did not refuse to accept it.

"The heat is almost done..."

Luther, who was far away in Metropolis, looked at the scene, his gray-blue eyes full of satisfaction, as if he was determined to win.

"Now, Superman!"

A blue, god-like figure descended from the sky to the enemy.

The god on earth who always smiles is now frighteningly cold, with a red glow in his blue eyes.

what.

Superman is being controlled again.

Luthor pointed to the armor in the corner and said, "Put that on, then go to Gotham and rescue Batman from the crowd."

In this situation, what would happen if Batman was rescued from the crowd?

Gotham's already full cup of water will overflow, conflicts will explode, and the world's attack on superheroes will begin.

The climax will come.

Chapter 28 Stage and Actors

The Joker virus is probably something based on the genetic level.

It acts on a person's dominant genes and can change skin color, iris, hair, and lips, but as for Lucian himself, the genes that are affected by him are strange.

The skin color turns white, the hair turns green, the lips turn red, but the eyes have some nerves.

It's probably green today, brown tomorrow, yellow the day after tomorrow, and yellow-green the day after tomorrow... something like that.

It's an unstable change but it doesn't seem to have any impact.

Lucian dared to say that if this setting was used in a novel, it would be like Mary Sue coming to life, and if it was used in a TV series, it would be like Mendel being furious.

Today's limited edition contact lenses are yellow-brown.

The Joker was wearing the same outfit as when they first met - the most classic look, and then he walked leisurely into Lucian's body.

After the squeezing that felt like a woman giving birth, Lucien existed in another form in a trance.

He saw himself.

On the familiar face, the eyeballs covered by eyelids slowly rolled and then opened.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a smile appeared on his face, like a mask, or perhaps an instinct.

The same appearance, with a different soul, made them look like two different people. His eyeballs were like glass beads, rolling freely in his eye sockets. Finally, he looked at Lucian and leisurely took off his hat - although he didn't have a hat:

"Thanks for the hospitality."

"My dear Mr. Illusion."

Lucien became an illusion.

"Superman! It's Superman!"

"Get out! Alien! You're not welcome here!"

When Superman descended upon the Gotham courthouse in strange attire, everyone saw his scarlet eyes.

The conclusion is already beyond doubt: Superman is being controlled again.

Good upbringing and years of habit have kept the little bats from speaking foul language—at least not out loud.

Superman has a very magical characteristic, that is, when he is a teammate, not only is his personality too kind and simple, but his combat power fluctuates, making him more like an idol who relies on his looks to make a living. But when he is an enemy - that's it, not only his combat power increases, but he also has a damage bonus to his former teammates, which perfectly illustrates what it means to be three points weaker when whitewashed and ten times stronger when blackened.

"Did you bring the kryptonite?"

"Bring it."

"Where's the red sun lamp?"

"I brought it too."

"Will it work?"

"The bag is useless."

Superman descended over the group, and the flock saw the Kryptonian hound, red surging in his eyes, emitting heat rays that circled the car.

Some people were unable to escape the high temperature and screamed, becoming disabled.

"Superman killed someone!!"

Although he didn't kill anyone.

The crowd dispersed in a panic, and the chaotic pushing and shoving led to a stampede.

There were four superheroes present, but unfortunately, they were all unable to do anything for various reasons.

There were a total of 600 police officers present, but they were also part of the crowd and did not play any role as they should have.

The clown stood up and patiently and meticulously smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes caused by his sitting posture. He paid no attention to the cameras watching him and even whistled in that direction:

"Long time no see, friends!"

Lucien was not being monitored or monitored in real time. His videos and audio recordings were mostly saved and would be reviewed when needed.

Therefore, when his consciousness was replaced by the Joker, it was temporarily difficult to detect.

"How do you escape?" he asked the owner of the body.

"Shh!" The clown put his right index finger to his lips: "Don't talk to me... I don't want to be mistaken for schizophrenia."

Lucian said a few more words, but received no response, or rather, he was completely ignored.

He had a bad feeling.

Superman broke the car window and his scarlet eyes met the pale green.

"Superman?" Bruce smiled.

Superman said tenderly: "Batman, I'm here to save you."

"They have no right to judge you, let alone criticize you."

"You've given so much to this world, but you've ended up like this. I really feel sorry for you..."

His expression was affectionate, but anyone looking at him directly could detect a hint of coldness.

Superman just repeated his lines stiffly, treating this place as a stage.

The correct approach now is to confirm that Superman is being controlled and that these words are not spoken from the heart.