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

Shouldn't this be the Batcave?

He made eye contact with a young man who was smiling but showing his fatigue.

What if it's someone from the Bat Family?

——After all, he just killed the Joker, how could Batman just leave him in the hospital?

Lucien decided to take a gamble.

"Nightwing?"

The young man raised one eyebrow.

Lucian glanced at his perky buttocks and said with more certainty, "Richard John "Dick" Grayson."

As we all know, Nightwing has a butt that is much more perky than that of ordinary people.

As expected, Nightwing looked very interested.

"Did you guess?"

"Based on the assumption that Batman is Bruce Wayne?"

"Of course not." Lucian supported himself on the bed and sat up. His injured abdomen was pulled during the pulling, making him grit his teeth in pain.

"I'm a time traveler." He looked at Nightwing sincerely.

"You belong to a comic book... I know this is a little hard to understand, but don't worry, just hear me out."

"First and foremost, the most important thing right now is that everyone at the Joker's death scene could be infected with the Joker virus, including me and Batman... This would cause the Joker to be reborn from among us. The original plot was that Batman was the only person alive at the time, so he became the Batman Who Laughs and ultimately destroyed the world."

"Now there should be five people who will destroy the world..."

"But don't worry. The comics also explain the solution—a blood transfusion. Although I don't understand why Batman couldn't accomplish such a simple task on his own, and had to find an eight-year-old boy from a parallel universe... Anyway, I hope you can finish this as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable."

Nightwing looked at him with clear blue eyes, somewhat gentle and serious: "Perhaps you can tell me some basis? We don't even know your name..."

"Lucian," Lucian said.

Nightwing waited for a moment: "What's your last name?"

"I don't know either. I have lost my memory."

Nightwing: ...

"It's also possible that I'm from the Eastern Region, my last name is Lu, and my given name is Xi'an." Lucian waved his hand. "Don't worry about these little things. I'm not interested in what happened before I traveled through time."

"Anyway," he took a deep breath. "What I can offer is the true identities of you superheroes, the general context of certain events, the hidden rules of this world whose authenticity is unknown, and the boss behind the scenes... What do you want to know?"

"Can I ask some questions?" Nightwing smiled without any sense of oppression.

"Of course...any cigarettes?"

After a while, Nightwing lit a cigarette for him and asked curiously, "Don't you have no memory?"

Lucian's skillful movement of blowing smoke rings was obviously not something he had just learned.

"Yes, it's like I forgot I smoke, but the instinct is to smoke... my body controls my brain."

"What about other habits?"

"Are you talking about drinking or taking drugs?" Lucian said, his mouth leaking. "I don't know, maybe... Aside from smoking, the only thing I know about my habits is that I like to think from a high place."

Although Lucian had forgotten himself, he clearly remembered the content about DC comics and was confident in answering questions about the pseudonyms and relationships of certain characters.

Nightwing asked:

"Now that you know my identity and the relationship between 'Dick' and Bruce... do you know why I left Gotham for Blüdhaven?"

"Um... I'm sorry, I forgot." Lucian tried to make amends: "But I remember your codename Nightwing came from Superman's Kryptonian legend."

"Okay, let's change the question... maybe you know the Teen Titans, so do you know why they're named that?"

"...I don't know." Lucian only remembered the relationship between the Teen Titans and Nightwing. He began to regret that he had left the game too early and was not very interested in these young superheroes. "How about you ask about Batman? I know more about him."

"Perhaps you could tell me about his eating habits?" Nightwing asked.

"Of course!" Lucien's voice jumped up and down. "Cookies and milk, right?"

"No, it's Coke, hamburgers, fries, and baked lobster... He hates drinking milk."

Lucien: ...

He began to question his memory.

"So do you know Batman's lover?"

"Are you talking about Ra's daughter, whose name I forgot? Or Catwoman? Rachel? Julie? Linda? Vicko? Cassie? Natasha? Silver? Sandra? Vesper? Sasha? Becca? Louise? Zatanna? Barbara? Charlotte? White Rabbit? It's said that he also had an affair with Diana... Maybe it's some unpopular couple I don't know about, like Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, or something like that..."

Nightwing snapped his fingers: "I believe you, but there is a problem."

"what?"

"Why do you remember it so clearly?"

Lucien pondered for a moment, then smiled and replied, "You know, I know nothing about my past self."

Once the crisis of trust was resolved, the business began.

"How well do you know the um... 'plot'?" Nightwing asked.

"I know Batman was aware of the problem with his body before he became the Joker... but the time between that realization and being controlled was very short."

"for example?"

"For example, he didn't have time to make plans for himself."

Horror!

Nightwing gasped.

"After being infected, Batman summoned the Bat-Family back under the pretext of training. He wanted to kill you after their extreme training... I think you can prepare accordingly." Lucian blinked. "You can do whatever you want with this. I can't help you much."

"After you control Batman, you need to find the Joker's family of three when he died... Subdue them, freeze them, and then exchange their blood."

"You may be facing a huge obstacle. This involves the theory of the dark multiverse. Things will develop in the worst direction..."

The conversation between Lucian and Nightwing came from the monitor.

The Bat-Family members except Nightwing turned their eyes to the silent Batman.

Batman: ...

Chapter 5: Death in Hands, Life in Mind

In the -22 universe, before the Batman Who Laughs, this world has experienced "Cataclysm", "No Man's Land", "Knightfall", "War Games", "Critical Access"... and now this final madness, this city, which was already riddled with holes, is on the verge of collapse, and most of it has sunk into gray and black. It is difficult to save it, and even the salvation itself will become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

……

Lucian sat on the hospital bed, looking down at the white sheets. He felt the wound that was healing at an abnormal speed, which made him feel uneasy.

It's the Joker virus again.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look in a certain direction, and seemed to see the clown smiling at him.

He saw Batman push the door open.

"...Hello, Batman." Lucian greeted slowly with a slight smile.

The superhero, fully armed once again, walked over, not looking the least bit embarrassed. He said, "Your iris has changed color."

Lucian was stunned for a moment, his smile faded, and he raised his hand to touch his eyelids:

"As expected, I guess I'll change my hair color too." He put his hand to his lips again, drawing an upward arc. "Maybe I'll even have a permanent smile."

Silent.

"Okay, that's not funny..."

Lucian said, "As soon as possible, a full-body blood transfusion... I remember it's not a difficult thing. It's used in poisoning and neonatal cases, right?"

Batman nodded slightly.

Perhaps it was an illusion, or perhaps it was the light, but Lucian suddenly saw a pair of green eyes through Batman's pale goggles.

He was startled.

I thought Batman's eyes had turned green as well, but I soon realized that they were my own eyes reflected in the goggles.

……

wrong!

Under Lucian's horrified gaze, the owner of those eyes walked out of Batman's body.

Things that have been vaguely present in my mind are gradually approaching reality.

Lucian couldn't guarantee what expression he showed at that moment, but when they looked at each other, he seemed to feel an indescribable horror and terror.

"Have you seen the Joker?" Batman said.

It was the clown who came out.

"How do you know?" Lucian asked in a dry voice, realizing that the image of the clown was an illusion.

"Guess."

Guess?

At this moment, Lucian felt his soul rising, his words uncontrollably flowing. He grinned, "Did you see the same thing? The clown...walked out of your body and looked me in the eye."

Batman remained in cold silence, like a cold monster made of steel, and Lucian felt as if he had been doused with ice water from head to toe.

He wakes up.

"Feel sorry……"

"You've been deeply affected." Batman said, "A full-body blood transfusion will be performed in three hours."

"……it is good."

The Joker was walking around Batman, but he was still looking at Lucian. The real light seemed to cast a shadow under the illusion's brow, hiding the green eyes in darkness, faintly reflecting a gray light.

……

Time flows quietly, and the room is silent and quiet.