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

Bruce controlled his hand and it dissipated into the air: "Just kidding, you're right, let's discuss how to become evil."

……

Lucian has only seen the dark side of Laughing Maniac, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand what a superhero looks like when he turns dark side.

He stood up and pointed his cane at Bruce.

"First, you have to stay green."

Bruce: ?

"Secondly, you have to be sexy."

Bruce: ?

"And ultimately, soul—you have to be like me."

"Like you?"

Bruce thought about it, and suddenly began to slowly raise the corners of his lips, as if laughing, but without making any sound, and then continued with a slow and seductive aria:

"In life, there are only two teachers: time and a liar..."

Lucian watched and listened, and shuddered:

"Do I usually... act like this?"

Bruce shrugged.

"You really should learn to speak like a normal person... In fact, when I was eight, I thought you were trying to be my literature or philosophy teacher..."

"What now?"

“I still think so now.”

Bruce paused, then said, "I've studied psychology, and it's possible you have some anxiety or obsessive-compulsive disorder, mental exhaustion, oversensitivity, and a bit of a personality disorder."

"Oh... that's perfectly normal. Don't worry about it." Lucian waved his hand. "If you knew how crazy other clowns are, you'd know how kind and lovely I am."

"Honestly, your mental health issues are definitely more serious than mine." He rattled off the list: "Post-traumatic stress disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder, major depression, antisocial personality disorder, dissociative identity disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, personality disorder, autism spectrum disorder... By the way, have you ever made an appointment with a psychologist?"

"Oh... never mind, let's not make the appointment." Lucian waved his hand. "I think if you have a psychologist, there's a high chance he'll become your supporter."

"There's a small chance that you'll drive me crazy."

……

"...Let's talk about darkening." Bruce said silently.

"Sorry, I've changed the subject." Lucian readily agreed: "You definitely want to kill someone... Are you sure you want to kill someone? In the positive universe, there is indeed a Batman who kills people..."

"I don't kill people." Bruce shook his head: "I have made plans."

"The Lazarus Pool... something I discovered during my training with the Assassin's League. The Fountain of Youth."

The Pool of Lazarus...

To be honest, among the Assassin's League, except for Lei Xiaogu himself, no one else can be considered immortal.

Compared to them, the Claw is closer to immortality.

Thinking of this, Lucian waved his fingers: "But I have a better idea."

He smiled. "I have electrum, claw training methods... and a warehouse full of undead minced meat."

"It's all the gift the owl gave me... We can definitely use that. By the way, what did you do with the minced meat?"

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"To prevent the court from finding them later, I shipped them in batches to other places."

Bruce took Lucian to an abandoned chemical plant and walked all the way to the deepest part.

"Wait a minute...is this place called ACE?"

"what happened?"

"It's no big deal... This is the famous birthplace of the Joker. You'd better find time to blow it up or raze it to the ground, leaving no ashes behind."

……

Going to the deepest part, covered by layers of materials, is the switch of the cold storage.

"The cameras here have no blind spots and can ensure maximum safety."

When they pushed aside the barriers that had aged over time and opened the door, they saw layers and stacks of lead boxes that looked like urns.

“…Even if they found it, normal people would just think it was a cemetery.”

……

After one night's effort, they successfully moved these things to a place with a suitable temperature.

The lead mixed in the minced meat is gradually separated through fine sieves, centrifuges, chemicals and magnetic forces.

Looking at the pieces of flesh that looked like zombie meat, Lucien couldn't help but ask, "Are they really dead?"

But in doubt, he poured them into the pool, and then poured the electrum into it.

The minced meat floated on the water without any reaction.

"...I'm afraid it needs some Dionysus factor. Amber and Platinum may not be able to save it." Lucian turned to look at Bruce:

"The Dionysian factor is the Pool of Lazarus."

"So we still need the Lazarus Pool." Bruce couldn't help but chuckle, "Don't worry, we got it."

……

How did he get it?

Lucien watched the green liquid pour and answered himself.

Because he's Batman.

……

As the two of them waited, one day, two days, and three days passed.

There was a faint foul smell coming from the pool.

"Maybe it would have been better to cut it into pieces? It really can't be resurrected if it is made into dumpling filling..." Lucian reflected.

Finally, after his eager waiting.

On the seventh day, at this magical moment, some pieces of meat gathered together and gradually developed a nerve-like rhythm.

"...Can you survive this?"

Lucian was surprised, but then he calmed down when he thought that even a nuclear bomb could not kill him.

“…That’s too unscientific.”

……

In about a month, the Claws gradually returned to their human form. Both the Ember Gold and the Lazarus Pool consumed a lot of energy, and they dried up completely after resurrecting ten people.

"Ten... that's fine, that's enough."

The rest of the meat sank to the bottom of the pool, seemingly having completely lost all signs of life.

"...If these Amber Gold and Dionysus Factors were used to cultivate Claws, there would definitely not be only ten Claws." Lucian patted Batman's sturdy arm.

"But our kind little Wayne couldn't bear to see life slip away..."

Chapter 87 Blackened Bat vs. Righteous Clown

It was a cloudy night.

The gray-black streets and the old and dilapidated Gotham Theater looked like a scene swept across in a black and white movie.

In the distance, the light of the setting sun peeking out from the gaps was like a cocktail, flashing with an intoxicating, hallucinatory brightness together with the lights of the Wayne Memorial across the street.

A man wearing a black, cheap jazz hat, he was hunched and thin, like a wanderer that could be seen everywhere in this city... He walked here and suddenly stopped, a pair of brand new, expensive leather shoes blocking his way.

He looked up timidly.

He saw a beautiful, mature and very familiar face, and of course, this action also revealed his face - the face of Jochel.

A pistol was pressed to his heart.

The children who had lost their parents here sixteen years earlier, now grown up, stared at that face.

Bruce had a hard time explaining what he was seeing.

Perhaps it was the clown with red and blue makeup from a while ago, perhaps it was the ghost that had followed him for fifteen years, perhaps it was a strange white mask, or perhaps it was just someone with a gentle smile and clumsy words...

The faces of the people he saw were blurry.

But the sound he heard was very clear.

"Let me go, please, I'm sorry, Wayne, I'm sorry."

Kill me, Bruce, in Crime Alley, killing Joe Chel.

"You're killing me! You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

This is your origin story, Cruel Knight or Dawnbreaker, Bruce, kill Jochel.

This wasn't the first gunshot...it was actually the fourth bullet.

Bruce saw Jochel fall down, blood flowing from his chest and falling to the ground, mixing with the blood of the couple he had killed here sixteen years ago.

All of this was quietly recorded by a camera hidden in a corner far away.

He seemed to hear someone chuckling vaguely, and the laughter was continuous, like the wind blowing through the trees, causing the leaves to rub against each other.

Bruce, I am immortal, this is just a grand show.

So he woke up with laughter.

……

So...with the cameras as witnesses, everyone saw Batman or Green Lantern killing people.

……