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

——Kill them.

The Joker raised the cannon next to Batman's cheek and aimed it at the family of three.

The pair of green eyes that looked like cheap glass beads perfunctorily revealed sadness, the corners of his mouth widened and raised the arc, and his smile became more and more strange:

"Rachel died because of your wrong choices, Harvey became Two-Face because of your arrogance and slowness, Gordon was one of the tools that the Joker used to make Batman crazy, and the innocent gentleman just now lost his face in order to wake you up."

"Now... look at them, Bats, look at them, I'm about to kill them—not just them, but every family of three in Gotham, they're waiting outside the alley..."

The Joker really understands Batman's heart, and he keeps hinting that the tragedy is more or less related to Batman.

He instilled his ideas in this way, but did not give Batman a chance to speak, and pulled the trigger with a laugh.

The sound of gunfire exploded in my ears, and the brass bullet spun out of the trajectory, gradually reconciling with the scene many years ago.

It's like watching the drama again from a third person perspective.

Crime Alley, Family of Three, Pearl Necklace, The Boy Who Lived Alone.

They are like a movie with a tragic ending, repeating over and over again.

"Oh!"

The sound of bullets piercing flesh.

Then the clown fell to the ground...

……

Lucian struggled to his feet next to the Crime Alley sign, leaning weakly against the wall. He held the smoking gun in his right hand, a grin on his lips that exposed his white gums. The sulfuric acid seemed to have damaged his trachea, and the sound he made was rough and terrifying.

"Rely on... Humph, rely on."

He then fired, aiming at the Joker's legs and arms.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Four sounds in succession.

Lucien fired five shots and still had one bullet.

Now that the Joker was incapacitated, Lucien fixed the safety and didn't fire the last bullet.

If it's not necessary, the clown should not die.

"father!"

The little boy looked at his father in panic.

The bullet shot by the clown passed through my father's arm. It didn't embed into the bone, but only pierced the flesh, slowly oozing blood.

The father patted the boy's head to comfort him and assured Lucien, "We won't tell anyone."

Lucien didn't care much.

The little boy whispered, "Thank you."

Lucien glanced at him and didn't care.

He looked a little scary, especially his face with exposed muscles, nerves, and blood vessels, which was twitching involuntarily.

But Lucien still didn't care.

The clown fell to the ground, and the clown gang scattered, and the hostages also left in anxiety.

Silence returned to the surroundings.

Lucian stepped on a liquid mixed with blood and sewage, splashing muddy water. He walked step by step to the clown's side and kicked it:

"You won't die from this injury..."

Then he felt something cold liquid falling on his face, and when he wiped it, it was water.

I looked up and saw that the thick black clouds had finally reached their zenith and raindrops were falling.

The rain in Gotham is acidic, and combined with his face corroded by sulfuric acid, it makes Lucian even more unbearable.

He was somewhat numb from the pain, yet he also longed for the coolness.

"he died."

A voice came from behind him.

"Who?"

Lucian turned his head a little slowly and saw that Batman had uncuffed himself and stood up.

"Who died?"

Batman didn't answer. He walked over to the Joker, squatted down, checked carefully, and finally confirmed: "The Joker is dead."

Lucien wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he groped into his pocket with his blood-stained hands and took out a cigarette as he wished. He lit it with a lighter and put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a puff of gray smoke.

The clown's body lay limp and motionless.

"How is that possible? I didn't hit him in the vitals... How could I possibly kill him?"

Lucian said this, but his eyes did not fall on the Joker. Instead, he stared at Batman, thinking inquiringly:

When the Joker dies, the Joker Virus will appear and everyone present will be infected.

...including myself.

Lucien seemed to hear the clown laughing again, but it was not very obvious.

He heard himself say, "How did he die?"

"Heart failure."

heart

exhaustion

Lucien chewed over these four words, but couldn't find a way to apply them to the Joker, so he looked at Batman suspiciously, waiting for an explanation.

Batman looked at Lucien's subtle and strange attitude and explained calmly: "Overdose."

Lucian didn't think so. He thought about the setting of the dark multiverse - things would develop in the worst direction.

Or perhaps it's the inertia of the plot. As the birthplace of the Batman Who Laughs, the Joker must die - if he can't be killed by Batman, then he will be killed by anyone.

In this world, what's important is not the Joker, but the virus after the Joker's death, and Batman who is infected with the virus.

The surrounding walls and ground were filthy and dirty. The sky was overcast and the rain was pouring down. Looking down from the dense clouds, the towering Gothic buildings were sometimes hidden and sometimes visible, and the vague words formed a single word:

Gotham.

Gotham.

Chapter 4 Is Batman trustworthy?

Is Batman believable?

If he is in the same camp as you, then there is no doubt about it.

Even if he doubts the investigation, or even silently stabs him in the back, Batman is still believable.

Lucien thought of the setting in the Dark Metal comics. He remembered that after Batman was infected with the Joker virus, the symptoms did not appear immediately, but two days later... or maybe even a day later.

Anyway, it was when he realized something was wrong and tried to tell the other superheroes.

Therefore, it stands to reason that Batman is now believable.

Is it credible?

Lucien looked at the smile on Batman's face and fell into deep thought.

"What are you looking at?" Batman said coldly from his cracked mouth.

Lucian glanced around and saw that not only the corner of Batman's mouth, but also the back of the Joker's head, the rows of wall tiles, the puddles on the ground... all had cracks.

He looked up at the clouds - a huge smile.

It turns out that I am not trustworthy.

Lucien thought calmly.

"What are you looking at?" Batman asked again.

Lucian stared at the smile on the back of the clown's head and answered irrelevantly:

"The Joker virus took effect very quickly. Thank God I'm still sane."

"In short, the Joker injected a virus into his body. When he dies, it will break out and infect the people around him, turning them into clowns."

"Now as you can see, I must be infected...Haha, I see you're laughing, Batman."

Then Lucien felt a pain in his neck and his vision went dark.

He was knocked unconscious by Batman.

……

Lucien was unconscious at first, but soon began to dream.

The dream was bizarre, but at the end, Lucian saw a figure in a suit and tie. It took off its hat to greet him, and walked slowly into the darkness with heavy and crisp steps.

"You are..." Lucian asked, his voice distorted and echoing in the empty dream.

Guangying chuckled and said, "Good evening, sir."

"I'm the clown you killed."

……

"Yeah, soft tissue contusion... He was stabbed in the abdomen, but it's not fatal... He lost a lot of blood, so he needs some blood transfusions. Oh, he has type AB blood... The worst part is his face, so it's probably going to be hard to recover. But he can put on a mask on the lower half of his face, so it shouldn't be noticeable."

"Huh? His brain?"

"No problem."

Lucien regained consciousness amidst these sounds.

He opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling. He looked down and saw the striped clothes on his body.

Hospital?