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

"If he's right, then the Court of Owls is not something we can contend with, at least not yet."

Bruce looked out the window, silent.

……

study.

There was no envelope, no safe, and Bruce and Alfred didn't find anything related to owls in Wayne Manor.

In addition to its non-existence, it also proves that the Waynes were very secretive about it when they were alive.

Bruce stood in the study and sat where Thomas had sat.

"It's time to go to bed, Master." Alfred pushed the door open gently and reminded.

"Let me think about it." Bruce refused. He just sat in the leather chair and looked at the faint light cast by the lampshade.

……

Alfred gently pushed the door open again and saw Bruce sleeping on the table with a frown on his face. He looked at the dark circles around his eyes and his unstable breathing in his light sleep, then found a blanket and covered him with it.

Bruce was a very light sleeper and he opened his eyes almost the moment she laid on him.

He calmly felt the warmth of the blanket covering his body and spoke slowly:

"I found evidence, Alfu."

"what?"

Bruce pointed to the Wayne Group's accounts spread out before him. "Every year, a huge, ever-increasing amount of money goes missing... but not this year."

"That's probably the reason." The young Batman showed his reasoning ability: "Dad and Mom refused to support them... for some unknown reason."

He paused, his eyes slowly lowered, and he said softly, "Perhaps it's because they know about the existence of claws like Jochel... you know, kind."

Wayne's charity is not for tax evasion or fame - he is the most conscientious capitalist in Gotham.

Bruce pursed his lips: "They are the ones I should kill."

Alfred looked at him. "This is a difficult thing."

"You're going to help me, right?"

Alfred leaned over and gave him a hug: "Of course."

……

Bruce didn't know what the Court of Owls was, nor did he know when it originated.

The only thing he knew about it was its inhuman claws.

……

"I should train myself... to become someone like Zorro." Bruce hugged Alfred back: "I have to make myself stronger... so that I can have revenge."

"Yes, but that's something we need to do tomorrow." Alfred picked him up and said, "What we need to do now is get some good sleep...for Zorro's sake."

"Yes, I can do it." Bruce looked back at the tall chair behind the desk, his attention still on the Court of Owls.

“I should be working with him, I should be working with Jochel.”

"He's just a tool... If the court can use him, then naturally we can use him too."

The shadows cast on his face made his cobalt blue eyes shine even brighter.

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The next two days were normal. I answered questions from the police and reporters during the day, and was harassed by the neighbor at night.

But Lucien felt that being asked questions by them was not as interesting as being harassed in various ways by the people next door.

At least the next door will produce different yellow waste depending on Lucian's actions and reactions.

And those reporters and police.

Police: "What's your name?"

Lucien: "Lucien."

Police officer: "Okay, Jochel."

Reporter: "Why did you kill the Waynes? Was it out of some grudge or grudge?"

Lucian: "There is no hatred or grudge. The person is already dead when he opens his eyes."

Reporter: "Okay, because I was fired, I observed the movement trajectory in advance. This was a premeditated murder."

Police: "What was your purpose in giving the pistol to the only survivor after committing the crime?"

Lucian: "Just a souvenir..."

Police: "It's a provocation, I understand."

Reporter: "Why are you shouting about the Court of Owls? What's the purpose of that?"

Lucian: "Loyalty!"

Reporter: "You said it deliberately in order to disrupt the audition and interfere with the police investigation. I understand."

……

Lucien lay on the blanket in the middle of the cell, closing his eyes and listening to the pornographic talk next to him.

……

It was the stinging pain caused by the flesh and blood expelling foreign objects that woke him up.

Lucien opened his eyes and saw Bruce, whom he hadn't seen for two days.

"By the way, whether it's waking someone up or greeting them with a bullet, it's not very polite."

"But it worked." Bruce put the gun down.

Lucian looked at him in the dim light and smiled indulgently: "You are right, so, what is going on?"

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Lucian can be said to be asking a question even though he already knew the answer.

What's up Bruce?

Besides the bowling ball rolling around in the alley, there was also the owl that took the blame.

But he still looked at him with sincere and questioning eyes, lowering his head slightly, letting his hair cover part of his cheeks, making him look more harmless.

"I want to work with you," Bruce said.

"Of course." Lucian smiled. "I owe you this."

He gave a thumbs up to his own character.

"Information about the Court of Owls." Bruce stated his needs.

Lucian did not hide it, he was satisfied with it - it meant that the blame was really passed off.

"The Court of Owls has existed longer than Gotham. Don't ask me why, but if you saw the structure of the court, you would think so too."

"The ones controlling us we call the White Masks...are they Gotham's upper crust, Wayne? I'm not sure if there are any in there, you know, the tools aren't allowed to know the master's identity."

"The court exists in Gotham's sewers. Of course, I don't know the path to it. I don't have most of the paths related to the court. Just like Winifred, I can't show any abnormality in those involved, so I don't know which ones are real... As for its sphere of influence, the important people in the entire upper class are basically involved with it. This is why I chose to appear in public and confess my guilt."

"I'm just a good shot. I can't beat those claws. To prevent being recaptured, as long as my aura as a celebrity criminal lasts... as long as I haven't actually been sent to prison, I'm safe."

"Of course it is. If you want to use me, this is the dilemma you have to face, but I also have an idea - either you can refuse to prosecute me, or deny my identity as a murderer, you know, you are the only witness."

"...I will help you, please rest assured, at least until you stop hating me, I will help you."

……

Lucian was very satisfied with the character he created.

A pitiful, responsible man who is deeply trapped in the control of the court and suffers for killing.

Although each of the words does not correspond to him.

But this does win him more favor than his original personality.

……

Lucian looked at Bruce's back as he left and smiled slightly.

"See you!"

He covered himself with the blanket again, closed his eyes, and prepared to continue his sweet dream.

The stinging pain of the squirming flesh woke Lucian again.

"Oh no, you can't do this." He opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him with some grievance: "I just won't die, not that I can't feel pain."

Wayne's butler blew the smoke from the muzzle of his gun and spoke in a standard British voice, polite and gentlemanly:

“Sir, if you dare to play tricks, then the sulfuric acid pool will satisfy you.”

……

Looking at Alfred's satisfied back as he left, Lucian lay back down angrily.

He was beginning to doubt it now.

How many bullets will I get shot at in the future?

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Lucian has always had a good temper...at least he could be considered tolerant and generous until his defenses were broken.

The only ones who have broken through his defenses so far, besides the clowns, are the wimps who keep surrounding themselves.

Now there's one more person...

Lucian looked gloomily at the liquid spraying onto the ground, then looked at the person next door who was still laughing loudly.

This was the first time he looked this man in the eye: a black man, burly and with a face full of flesh, fitting the image of a traditional bad guy.

"Hahaha, cousin! Cousin!" The guy next door slapped the fence, looked at him, and laughed wildly.

Lucien realized that his overly gentle appearance might put him in a situation similar to bullying.