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

Murderer: The Transvestite Hiding in Crime Alley!

The real killer of the Wayne couple has died!

"I think they're one person."

"them?"

"Jochel and Lucien, they look so much alike."

"Maybe they're twins... Don't dwell on it. At least the case was solved, putting aside the so-called claws of the Court of Owls... in a way that everyone can accept, sixteen years later."

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"Next comes the ultimate pursuit of justice. Speaking of which, can you bring yourself to take action against those heinous criminals?"

"Are you really sure you can kill someone?"

"determine."

"White Mask, Falcone, and the endless stream of so-called super villains that followed..."

"Do not worry."

"…I'm sorry, Bruce, I can't be at ease, either with you or with them."

"You're really going to kill people... Even if the existence of the claws can reduce the number of people you kill, giving you ample opportunities to avoid those who are less guilty... You are still going to kill, Bruce, you are going to kill many people... Can you control yourself?"

Bruce's voice came from the cold and hard bat armor. He took out a box from his belt and put it in Lucian's hand.

"If I really lose control, you can kill me."

Lucian opened it and saw four smooth, shiny brass bullets.

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"...I have another idea." He stubbed out his cigarette on the ground: "The Joker is born."

"Let me fight you, let me hold you."

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It was dark and rainy.

The water fell onto the iron, making the surface slippery.

A man wearing a red hood, whose face cannot be seen clearly, is fleeing in panic, with a silhouette following him from a distance.

The non-human creature seemed to be a feline teasing its prey, leisurely chasing it from a distance.

Watch as Red Hood goes to a high place, to a dead end, and then jumps off a diving board into the chemical pool below.

This is the ACE Chemical Plant.

Lucian fell into a chemical pool in the dark, and the highly corrosive liquid left his face battered and his body mutilated.

And then the Joker was born here.

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Transform Batman's dark transformation and Gotham's struggle to the level of Batman and the Joker.

Of course, if this kind of plot appeared in a comic or novel, it would definitely be given the middle finger and cursed wildly by the viewers.

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So two people began to wander Gotham's nights.

One is the cold-blooded murderer Batman, and the other is the gentle Joker who saves lives.

Lucian saw that he tried not to use the Green Lantern Ring as much as possible, and relied more on his physical skills to kill people with his own hands.

Compared to the Dawnbreaker, he is more like the Cruel Knight.

Lucian didn't understand what Bruce was thinking. He only saw the gradually changing style of the bat suit and the increasingly silent Batman.

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The rain poured down, and the water line was like a huge curtain, pushing the drama to the next stage.

The Joker blocked Batman's bullets aimed at the gang members, slammed his jewel-encrusted cane into the ground, and shouted into the rain:

"They don't deserve the death penalty! You criminal! You self-righteous villain! You have no right to deprive others of their lives! You lunatic! You devil! The person you should kill most is yourself!"

"Who are you?" A heavy and hoarse voice came from under the mask.

"I'm Joker! The one to deal with villains like you!"

The sound of rain blurred too many sounds.

The Joker raised his cane and aimed the bullet hole below it at Batman's figure.

But the sound of gunpowder pushing the bullet out of the barrel and hitting the human body was not blurred.

"They all deserve to die." A green energy shield appeared in front of Batman, blocking the bullet.

"Haha! What do you mean by someone who deserves to die?! This is something the law should judge! You're just a serial killer!"

The Joker stood there, refusing to move, like a mother hen protecting her chicks in a game, and Batman was the eagle that wanted to take his children away.

They are confronting each other.

Batman didn't retreat quietly until the alarm gradually sounded from the distance.

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"Thank you, respected Mr. Clown. If it weren't for you, who knows how many people would have died. You are a hero!"

Whether it was the public, the police, the reporters, or even the next day's newspapers, they all said so.

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Lucian pinched his brows and looked at the white that had fallen off in his hand.

"This thing isn't waterproof. I need to talk to Bruce about it."

Chapter 88 The First One Killed

He turned on the faucet, and the makeup remover mixed with clean water splashed on his face. After rubbing, the colors mixed together, becoming a turbid gray and flowing into the sewer.

His eyes were tightly closed, his face was wet, and the incandescent light shone on his brow bone, casting a shadow around his eyes.

There was a knock on the glass window, but Lucien didn't even bother to open his eyes or turn his head. "Please come in, and be careful not to get water on my floor."

"Sorry, it's already done." Bruce, dressed as Batman, came in, water stains dripping down, and the edge of his cloak gathered on the ground.

"Then please mop it. The mop is on your left." Lucian rubbed it for a while, rinsed it with water again, and finally pulled off the towel to wipe the water off his face. Then he continued:

"I've guessed that you would knock on this window on rainy days. It's specially prepared for you."

"I shouldn't say I guessed it." Batman closed the window, drew the curtains, and then mopped up the water on the floor. "You sealed the other windows with cement."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot about that." Lucien looked at him. "But I can't let you into my bathroom, my bedroom... or my kitchen. I'm really worried that you'll step on my food. And, you won't secretly pee in there while I'm not home, will you?"

Batman wiped the water stains on his body with the towel beside him: "Oh? I almost thought you could cook."

"Well, actually I'm worried that it will explode the next second you enter my kitchen... Are you satisfied with what I said?" Lucian still remembered Batman's character as a kitchen killer.

No reply.

Lucien combed his hair in front of the mirror. "Honestly, I don't like slicked-back hair. It makes my hair look greasy... I washed it this morning."

"I didn't notice that. I thought you went out without drying your hair after washing it." Batman leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, looking at him.

"Come on, it's raining, how could you possibly tell? Seriously, putting aside the character setting, why can't the Joker have a set of armor that belongs to the Joker?" Lucian looked at the curly hair in the mirror that could cover the outline of his face by slightly lowering his head, and felt satisfied.

"What I like most about the clown is his outfit. The chances of seeing him look like someone else on the street are zero."

"Oh, of course, it's over if it's not zero."

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Eventually they sat on the couch in the living room, and Lucien saw Bruce unpacking his chips and eating them.

"…So you really like junk food?"

"Do you not like it?"

"No." Lucian said disdainfully, "It's just a toy for kids."

Batman shrugged and handed him the rest.

"I will not eat."

"But these are high in calories, I can't eat too much."

"...Okay." Lucien took it, took out a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it bit by bit: "It's really not tasty."

Batman pulled a book from the bookshelf next to him. "Selected Poems of Rabindranath Tagore? I thought you weren't into popular books."

Lucian: “…”

Then Batman found a bookmark with a message written on it in blue pen. He read: "You said you were a mad dog chasing a car, and you didn't know what to do after you caught it... But you are wrong. In fact, dogs are not as tired as you."

There seems to be no logic or philosophy.

"I know the last sentence, it's what Lu Xun said." Batman said.

Lucian lit a cigarette for himself and explained, "What I said before is what the clown said... I was just recording it. If we meet again in the future, how should I refute him?"

"So this is why you read literature and philosophy?"

"Isn't this reason sufficient?"

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It’s so sufficient.

"So that's how you talk?"

"Because of his influence... I don't have any intention of changing." Lucian leaned back lazily and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"So you're here tonight just to pry into my private life? Although I don't mind telling you...but for such a romantic moment, maybe we should go to a love hotel...even though you didn't bring me ninety-nine roses tonight."

His thoughts jump quickly, perhaps because he has assumed the identity of a clown.

Batman automatically cuts out unnecessary words: "...I killed someone."