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

"He watches Gotham from the shadows, hiding in the low walls and attics. He is with you in your homes, and even in your beds. Never mention his name, or his claws will find your head."

Lucian looked at the tear marks on Bruce's face and reached out to wipe them away. The oil on his hands made his face even dirtier.

So he took out a pistol from his pocket and put it into Bruce's hand.

"I look forward to the day when you come to kill me."

It would take at least ten or twenty years, and by then he would have already acquired super speed and run away.

Lucien stood up and walked around Bruce, his feet touching the wet pavement.

Then he heard a gunshot and looked down in surprise to see a hole where his heart should be.

The Dionysus factor took effect, and granulation tissue emerged from the muscle, gradually wrapping and healing it, squeezing out the bullet so that it hit the ground with a sound like a pearl.

Lucian turned around and looked at Bruce, who was holding a gun with smoke coming out of the muzzle.

The Dark Multiverse where Batman kills Joe Chell... The Cruel Knight?

……

The stability of the universe depends on the moral choices of the main characters. When the characters choose to fall, the universe will become fragile and doomed to destruction.

In the -22 universe, even though Mad Laughter already exists, it is because of his existence that the former Batman still maintains his bottom line... This is also the most important reason why -22 has the power to stop time.

In this unofficial "Batman Kills Joe Chel Universe"...if Lucien wants to stop or reverse Batman's moral choices, he only needs to...

Lucian bent down to pick up the bullet shell on the ground, turned back and shook it at Bruce: "I am not a living person...bullets can't kill me."

He just needs to prove that he is not human - Batman just doesn't kill people, he kills non-humans.

The Gotham Theater shone brightly at night, with a sign surrounded by small light bulbs advertising the following:

"Released Today - Pink Zorro"

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Lucian walked in an alley where he didn't know where he was. He twisted the oily substance on his hand between his thumb and index finger, then lowered his head to sniff it.

The stench made him look away.

"Did I originally live in the sewer?"

He couldn't stand it anymore.

Lucien turned and entered the small inn next door.

A skinny woman, about forty or fifty years old, was sitting behind a counter made of a simple table, with a cigarette in her mouth.

He sensed someone walking in, but without looking up, he said, "Ten dollars a night."

It's cheap, but there's definitely only one bed to rest on.

"Hot water."

"fifteen."

"A change of clothing, including underwear."

The woman then looked up at Lucien and saw how embarrassed he looked. "Thirty-five."

"A private room."

"forty five."

Lucien felt in his wallet, wondering what else he needed, when his fingers touched the cold bullet and he said, "The pistol including the bullet."

"Chenghui, one hundred dollars." The woman took out a revolver and three boxes of bullets from the counter behind her and pushed them all towards Lucien. She didn't seem to worry that he would snatch them away without paying.

Lucien pulled one out of his wallet and handed it to her.

"Brand new bills..." The woman flicked them, looking at the face value that was completely inconsistent with Lucian's appearance. Without saying anything, she handed him a key: "Turn left to the third room. There's a shower head inside."

Then he turned around, opened the small door at the back, took out his coat, pants, clothes, shoes, and socks, put them on the counter, and asked Lucien:

"What size?"

Lucian shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly and uttered a "ha." "Competitive boy, okay... So, are you extremely large, super large, or super large?"

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Lucian opened the door with the key, and the old door hinges made a creaking sound. He turned on the side light, then turned around and closed the door.

When I lowered my head to lock the door, I saw a brand new anti-theft chain that looked completely different from the old one.

Lucien didn't rush to change clothes and take a shower. Instead, he went to the window and pulled the curtains shut, then turned off the lights. He didn't see any flashing red light camera or any surveillance camera.

He turned on the light again, walked to the only mirror and pointed his finger at it to confirm that it was just an ordinary one-way mirror. He then removed the rain probe and saw that there was indeed no video camera inside.

Only then did I feel at ease to take off my clothes.

Chapter 57 Although I have many golden fingers, I have to be submissive

"He was wearing dirty clothes, very tall and thin, and I remember his face... He handed me a gun and told me the nursery rhyme about the Court of Owls... As he was leaving, I shot him in the heart, but, but."

Bruce wrapped himself in a blanket and said to Gordon in front of him, "But he is not dead."

"Oh... look at him, poor kid, he's so scared he's talking nonsense." Gordon's partner Harvey Bullock whispered to the person next to him, "There's no such thing as someone who can survive a bullet wound to the heart."

"I'm afraid we need to notify a psychologist to conduct a psychological evaluation. You know, this will cause great harm to the child." The person next to him agreed.

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Lucien didn't sleep well. Around 11 o'clock in the evening, he heard some "pa pa" sounds next door.

I frowned and listened for a long time without understanding what was going on next door until I heard a few female moans.

"..."

As he turned around and covered his head with the quilt, he heard the man next door say, "Is anyone there? Is there anyone next door?"

After hearing no response, the voice became quieter, and it seemed as if he was saying to the girl: "Listen, dear, there is no one."

The moaning became louder.

"..."

Lucien didn't even dare to pretend to snore, for fear of becoming part of their play.

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A bizarre dream.

Lucian saw the excited and angry Flash, who grabbed Lucian's shoulders and shook him hard: "Why did you kill Bruce's parents?!"

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At eight o'clock in the morning, the sun shone obliquely through the clouds.

Lucien opened the curtains and looked out at the streets flowing with sewage.

It's much less humid than -22 Gotham, and it's not like a black cloth pressing down on your head, blocking out the sun.

Lucian thought:

The corruption of this universe is that Batman crossed the line by killing Jochel... Lucian took on the role of Jochel, but the Dionysus factor made him immortal, so Batman naturally wouldn't have the problem of crossing the line.

But Lucian couldn't stay dead and alive all the time, half dead and alive, not knowing whether he was dead or alive... That would trigger Barbatos' curse and attract his attention.

Lucian can naturally hide until the Flash is reborn, and then he can kill the Flash and escape to another universe with the help of the speed force.

...but he didn't want to do that.

"I am Joe Chel, who led to the birth of Batman. In the story of Cruel Knight, I am the most important trigger."

"I can allow Batman to maintain his integrity and become a decent person... and have the opportunity to regain his identity in the positive universe."

"The positive universe should be able to contact the main universe...Willn't I be safe then?"

Whether from a moral or personal perspective, escape is not the right choice.

Lucian watched the beer cans rolling down the street, their hollow echoes hitting the pebbles. "So I have to be positioned as Jochel and become Batman's spiritual mentor?"

"How crazy." He murmured.

The beer can was stepped on, and when it was flattened, it was folded and put into the bag.

"The Court of Owls must be held responsible for this."

"...and also need to figure out what the hell I've been doing for the past three months."

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As the sun rose, the reporter reported last night's news:

The Waynes were murdered on Park Row!

Bruce Wayne: The Only Heir

Weird! Survivors' own words: The killer who shot the heart is not dead!

And where is this murderer who caused a sensation in the whole city?

He squatted in the alley and looked at the loose manhole cover.

The sewage connects to Gotham's sewers.

The Court of Owls is located underground in Gotham, and he smells like a sewer.

Lucien lifted the manhole cover and crawled in.

He opened the manhole cover again and crawled out.

"Fuck, why is it all water!"

No wonder the manhole cover is loose, it's fucking blocked.

……

But this also made Lucien realize that something was wrong, so he bought a raincoat, rain boots, a long-handled umbrella, a powerful flashlight, gloves, compressed biscuits and water from a convenience store on the side of the road.

After paying, Lucien put on the suit. The clerk looked up at the sun outside without saying a word.

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