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

As for Reuben, he did not attack the people around him as usual, but went to the nearby ruins.

"Those idiots, everything Wayne gave me is damn fireproof, waterproof, and cutproof... I have to hide it before they react."

It was dark in the room, and Reuben didn't dare let the flashlight shine out. He covered it with clothes and could barely see for a distance.

The furniture was burned and turned gray and black, which looked a bit scary. The environment where any slight sound could be heard also deepened the sense of horror... But fortunately, Reuben was a pure Gotham man.

He experienced the gang fights between Falcone and Maroni, survived several Arkham prison escapes, and was even kidnapped and held hostage by the Joker.

Because of these experiences, Reuben retained a strong heart. Generally speaking, he was brave enough and external forces were not enough to scare him, until a round object pressed against his temple.

Reuben's heart skipped a beat, then he laughed and said, "Brother, I just came to pee..."

A cold breath hit the back of his neck. This shadowy presence made Reuben chuckle twice, and he realized that he had to tell the truth: "All Wayne's supplies here belong to you... I still have some here, if you want..."

"No, that's not what I want." A low and hoarse voice sounded in his ears, and Reuben felt a little familiar.

"Then what do you want?" Reuben raised his hands above his head, and then the flashlight was about to be pulled away. He was stunned for a moment and obediently let go of his hands.

"I remember you...it seems to be Reuben, Reuben Jefferson?" The figure behind him read out his name. Reuben quickly searched among the people who knew him, but he could not match the features of each person.

The man seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and two more chuckles were heard: "It seems that I guessed it right... Actually, I prepared several names. I thought you would be Merrick Quentin... But anyway."

His voice gradually became sharper: "You don't seem to recognize me?"

Reuben was once kidnapped by the Joker. The madman put a balance bomb in his hand. Reuben persisted for two hours to maintain the balance of the horizontal column... When he was rescued by Batman, cold sweat had soaked his back and he was almost exhausted.

Because of this, Reuben remembered the Joker's speaking habits and his sharp tone...these have always been his nightmares.

After the Joker's death, Reuben had had some good dreams, but now...

The flashlight flickered, eventually illuminating the area.

Reuben turned his head and saw the identical outline, almost frightened: "J..."

Before he could shout, a finger stopped at his lips: "Shh."

Reuben opened his mouth, but only a breathy sound came out.

"Come here, dear boy," said Reuben, obliged, as he followed him to the window.

The window sills of this window are made of iron and were relatively well preserved during the fire.

"Sit on it."

This is only the second floor, and even if he asked Reuben to jump down, Reuben would not refuse.

There were some glass fragments left on the window frame, and he didn't dare to wave them aside, so he could only sit on it obediently.

"Hey! Turn around and face me!"

The Joker had already put down his gun, but the fear from his heart made Reuben tremble and he completely lost the courage to resist.

This posture reflected the light of the flashlight placed in the room, and Reuben could see the person in front of him clearly.

He will never forget the culprit that caused his daily nightmares.

Reuben was sure it was the Joker.

The Joker faked his death again, and he came to this conclusion without any surprise.

Since the Joker made his debut, there have been many deaths, some true, some false, and some even with proven evidence, but in the end, the monster who is more like a monster than Batman always proves his immortality with a gorgeous performance.

Reuben sadly discovered that this time he was the prop to prove it.

"Please, please, let me go, clown, please..."

He kept begging, even though he knew it was of no use.

"Reuben, I said, shush." ​​The clown looked at him happily as he quieted down, then placed an object in his hand into Reuben's hand.

Such a familiar texture and look.

Reuben didn't dare let go or look away.

"Yes, this is our little toy... Since you've forgotten me, I have to remind you of some things..." The clown looked down at his empty wrist and said seriously:

"It's one in the morning now. The sun will rise in about... four or six hours. Then you might be rescued by a kind-hearted person... Of course, you have to hold on until then."

The maximum time a person can concentrate on one thing is four hours.

Reuben's face turned pale as he recalled those two desperate hours.

"Well... Of course, if your flashlight can't hold on any longer..." The clown shrugged, his smile widening. "Then there's nothing I can do."

Reuben's body and mind were completely immersed in the bomb in his hand. The black iron ball rolled as the tube tilted. If it reached two extremes, the bomb would explode.

He tried his best to maintain his balance, even ignoring the glass shards piercing his flesh...

Lucian, dressed as a clown, was in a good mood. He then used the red paint he had prepared in advance to graffiti a clown's smiling face and a slogan announcing his return on the wall.

After doing all this, he looked towards Arkham from afar, where the clown light controlled by Julie projected a smile as eye-catching as the bat light in the night sky.

……

Today was a rare sunny day in Gotham. The residents of Beliley opened their eyes from vigilance and walked out of the shed, and then they smelled an extremely familiar smell of blood.

They found Reuben's head with a big smile on its face lying in a pool of blood, and a clown's smiling face painted on the wall with dark red blood.

Good morning, good afternoon, and good night, friends!

Chapter 43 Bruce, look who won the resurrection match? Oh, it can't be your parents anyway

It wasn't Lucien who did it.

The bomb he handed to Reuben last night was just a scare box disguised as a bomb. Even if it was triggered, all that would be ejected was a toy bird.

...This is also something the Joker can do.

So if it wasn't Lucian who did it, who else could it be?

Has the power to make Reuben die with a smile on his face and throw his head next to the declaration...

First, rule out the possibility of the Joker's resurrection.

Lucien saw with his own eyes the ashes being placed in the urn and buried in the ground.

Secondly, we have to rule out the possibility that Lucian sleepwalked over and stabbed him...he wasn't sleeping at all.

Then all that's left is laughter.

……

That's what laughter does.

Lucian quietly withdrew from the crowd.

Since Kuangxiao noticed this and even knew that Lucian was pretending to be a clown, he didn't want to continue with the plan.

Lucian always felt that it was strange that he escaped from Kuang Xiao's control. Even if Kuang Xiao was seriously injured, it was impossible for him to abandon Lucian and escape by himself.

Now he even felt that every action he took was expected by the laughter.

……

"The Joker is back to life?! No! The Joker isn't dead at all!"

There was a noise coming from the crowd of onlookers, which made Lucien pause, and then he heard.

"I saw the Joker last night!" he dropped the bombshell.

Lucian looked at the man and was not surprised. His original purpose was to prove the existence of the clown, so he did not hide his figure last night.

But from what he said next, Lucien could tell something was wrong.

"I saw with my own eyes the clown carry Reuben's head and place it here, then write these words in blood."

The words were written by Lucian and the head was chopped off by Laughing Mad. How can this sentence be true?

Lucien had a bad feeling.

In 1962, several girls at a mission school near Lake Tanganyika suddenly began to cry and laugh uncontrollably, and the symptoms quickly spread to other students and nearby residents.

In a group, one person's misconception may be accepted and spread by others, eventually forming a collective hallucination.

"Last night, when Reuben woke up, he told me he saw a clown. I thought he was having a nightmare again... You know, Reuben has always had this problem."

"Don't you think it was unusual for us to sleep so soundly last night?"

"I thought I heard the clown's laughter last night."

"I saw something that looked like a bat light... it looked like a clown light and I took a picture of it."

The existence of physical evidence allowed this collective hallucination to mature and grow rapidly in front of Lucian.

Lucian saw once again the power of rumors.

"Joker Resurrection"

……

Lucien had thought he would have to commit a few more iconic crimes or draw a few more smiley faces.

That is the right step to create a social illusion of the clown's resurrection.

Although the goal has now been achieved and the time taken was unexpectedly short, it also made Lucien feel an indescribable feeling.

From the Batman Who Laughs who never showed up.

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"Last night, a 'IT' incident occurred in the Borough of Bethlehem, and Reuben Jefferson, a former hostage in the Joker kidnapping case, died."

"Also last night, Arkham Asylum put out the Joker Lights... right after the Bat Lights."

"This has caused us a lot of trouble." Red Robin tapped on the keyboard. "The surveillance shows that the former Joker was Lucian in disguise, and the latter Bat-Light was installed and turned on by Julie, the Joker gang member who killed her."

"Here's a point to note: Lucian is now living with Julie...so this whole incident was most likely orchestrated by Lucian."

Nightwing, still a little dusty, said, "No, Batman did it."

"Even if it's Lucian pretending to be the clown."

"Correct."

"Even the clown lights were lit by him?"