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

There are abnormalities and spy tricks behind this, and it seems that there are shadows of other forces.

Not quite right.

That night, the rain stopped, but the air was moist and sticky, with an irritating feeling of dampness.

And two figures can be vaguely seen on the dripping stone beasts that can be seen everywhere.

"It turns out that my father can't leave me... If I were here, so many accidents wouldn't have happened."

This is the 1.3 meter tall current Robin. He carries two swords that are almost as long as his body on his back. He stands on a ferocious dripstone and speaks to Nightwing who is squatting on another dripstone.

The tone was somewhat inhuman, and the expression was full of obvious arrogance and disdain.

Nightwing didn't react much. He was already used to the arrogance and arrogance of his youngest brother, but he still argued: "But I don't think you can kill the Joker."

Damian pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, his expression a little angry. In order to prevent any "brotherly friendship" incident from happening again, Nightwing made a pause gesture and took the initiative to change the subject.

"You went to the Middle East, so is Lei Xiaogu dead or alive?"

Rei Shok is the leader of the League of Assassins and Damian's biological grandfather. The reason why Damian went to the Middle East this time was because his mother Talia was going to succeed to the throne... but one of his purposes was to confirm whether the old immortal Rei Shok was dead or not.

Lei Xiaogu can be called Batman's half-master. He is a good man who was corrupted by the pool of evil. He has also lived for a long time. There are rumors that he is immortal.

He and Batman once had a bet: if Gotham was not saved by Batman, then Lei Xiaogu would let the Assassin's League implement the elimination plan.

Although this bet has expired long ago, it still has a great impact on whether Lei Xiaogu's death is fake or real.

Damian touched the long sword with a complicated expression: "Not dead."

As expected, Nightwing said, "Oh," but Damian then said, "But not alive."

Nightwing frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Even the Lazarus Pool couldn't save him?"

Damian shook his head. "The Lazarus Pool is drying up."

"But even if it dries up gradually, it will take hundreds of years to dry up completely... Even if the sun is strong in the Middle East, it won't dry up so quickly." Nightwing questioned.

Damian looked at Nightwing as if he were mentally retarded and continued, "Someone stole the water from the Lazarus Pool and later blew up the source."

Nightwing said "Wow" and snapped his fingers again: "Well done!"

"After investigation, it was found that it was done by the Joker," Damian continued.

Nightwing paused: "...Little D, I remember you never stuttered like this before."

Damian smirked, "That's because I didn't expect you to be so stupid, Grayson."

Nightwing sighed and didn't care: "But the Joker is dead... The body is real, and it was cremated."

"Cremation? Why cremation?" Damian was initially confused, but then he smiled contemptuously, "It's rare you could do that in this city filled with crosses."

"To prevent him from jumping out of the grave like Jason did." Nightwing's expression was somewhat helpless. His eyes, which had been observing his surroundings, suddenly froze. He made a gesture, indicating the arrival of his target, and then continued, "So, have you found out where the stolen water from the Pool of Lazarus is?"

"In Gotham." Damian squinted at his target and said, "If the Joker's stolen items aren't in Gotham, how can they be in Metropolis?"

Also.

So this topic ends here.

This time, their target of observation is a former member of the Joker Gang, a madman who follows in the footsteps of the Joker, forms a secret society, promotes Jokerism, and leads crimes.

Logically speaking, Dick or Damian could just observe this kind of person. After all, no matter how crazy this person is, he is just an ordinary person.

But he is really not an ordinary person.

"Sometimes I really can't imagine how Gotham can produce one crazy person after another and one super-powered person after another."

Nightwing has followed Batman the longest and witnessed Gotham's transformation from an ordinary criminal paradise to a paradise where super-powered people and lunatics are rampant. After the Joker's purge, there are only a few of these people left.

Damian didn't reply. In his opinion, this was just a purposeless and useless complaint.

Nightwing didn't really need a response, so he just complained a few words to himself.

And just at this moment, it started to rain heavily.

The humidity in Gotham is so high that people often can't tell whether it's just damp or actually raining.

But this time the rain was very noticeable.

The white threads were like falling snow, and Nightwing also recalled a winter day a few months ago.

As usual, Damian practiced his knife skills in the morning and gave the flower bed, which was always changing in style, a bohemian and free style.

Of course, soon, Ah Fu will repair it again and restore it to a more peaceful and solemn state.

This is a never-ending battle between them.

Therefore, the flower bed is always unexpectedly bald.

Tim had dark circles under his eyes that had lingered for years, and he was yawning. He stood in front of the window, trying to sober himself up as if he would die at any moment, and he used the coffee he had smuggled into the house with Ah Fu to keep himself alive.

The roar of Jason's unique motorcycle faded away in Gotham at dawn.

These were what he saw when he returned overnight from Blüdhaven.

As for Batman... come on, it was only that time, how could he possibly wake up?

Nightwing had a vivid memory of that day because the next day was Christmas Eve.

Time seems to be passing incredibly fast, and so many things have happened in just the beginning of summer.

"Do you feel anything?"

The blood was shaking in a transparent bag, the incandescent lamp was on, the smell of disinfectant was pungent but safe, and the doctors and nurses in full body protection seemed to be a different species from the patients.

Lucian looked at the dark red blood, which appeared crystal clear under the light, with a dazed look: "It's okay."

"We are doctors, not your boyfriend. You need to explain truthfully."

“…I feel a little dizzy.”

"It's normal. You lost a lot of blood in the past few days. The drop in blood pressure can lead to insufficient blood supply to the brain. Dizziness, fatigue, and even brief confusion are all normal phenomena."

Lucien nodded.

The full-body blood transfusion lasted for two days. At the end of the first day, Lucian learned that Batman had also started a full-body blood transfusion, which made him feel relieved.

"So what about the family of three?" he asked.

"Mother Penny and son John are undergoing a blood transfusion, and father Jace is missing."

"Just missing?"

"It's very likely that his mind was taken over by the Joker virus and he went into hiding."

Chapter 7 Jace

The man was wearing a transparent raincoat and walking hurriedly on the road. The accumulated water reflected the light of the neon lights and splashed on his shoes and trouser legs.

He is Jace, a former member of the Joker Gang, the father who was held hostage at gunpoint by the Joker, and the host of the Joker virus.

He is a person who has been inseparable from a thing called "Clown" in the first half of his life and will continue this connection in the future.

Jace walked silently, like a ghost, through dark alleys, ignoring the crimes that happened as he passed by, and walked from the low and barren residential area to the place that was bright all night -

The seat of power and wealth in Gotham City, where the city's wealth and power are concentrated. It is the financial and commercial center of Gotham City and the place farthest away from the chaos of Gotham.

Diamond District.

But this place is not as decadent and luxurious as before. The chaos still has an impact - the actual controller of the Diamond District, the owner of the Iceberg Restaurant, and the tragic death of the Penguin Man is the biggest impact.

Jess's destination was the Iceberg Restaurant.

And there was a huge crowd of people in that direction.

After the Penguin's death, there was no heir to control this place, so the Iceberg Restaurant became a way for Gotham public opinion to vent.

People gathered here. The huge signboard was covered with bullet holes from people's venting of anger. The gorgeous chandelier was smashed to pieces on the ground. Tables and chairs were piled together to create a high platform. Groups of penguins were screaming in panic, and blood was used to paint the colors.

But they were still a little quiet, as if they were waiting...

Jace walked in and took off his raincoat and hood in the silent gaze of everyone.

Revealing a face with clown makeup.

"it's him?"

"Correct."

The crowd stared at the man in silence, and the man said:

“Those who stand here are all people who share the same aspirations.”

"We have all been persecuted by Gotham. Some families have been destroyed by gangs, some have had their last hopes shattered by criminals, and some have to use all their strength to survive..."

"Before that incident, we hated clowns just as we hated other criminals, other people who ruined our lives."

"After that incident, even if we hate the Joker just as much, we need to admit that he did a good thing!"

"Something a coward like Batman can't do!"

"He killed so many criminals! He killed all of us!"

"He pointed us in a direction! That is..."

He pulled out a brand new book from his bosom and held it in front of him. On it were written a single word in large, gold-plated letters:

"constitution"

With his other hand, Jace held the lighter and placed it on the lower right corner of the book. With a "click", he pressed the button, and a tiny orange flame ignited. After a while, the book burned, spewing out flames, bringing high temperatures and pushing the atmosphere on the scene to a climax.

"In this damn city, the law can't save us! To hell with order!"

Burning paper and scarlet flames ignited the atmosphere. People cheered and raised whatever they could in their hands, shouting:

"Fuck the law! Fuck Batman!"

"Fuck the Joker! Fuck Gotham!"

From the outside, Jace is a very gentle man. He is thin, gentle, well-spoken, and even wears a pair of plain glasses, which makes him look like a standard scholar.

But when he raised his arms, his eyes were filled with not only the scarlet bloodshot of excitement but also a crazy expression exactly like the clown's.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion suddenly came from the door, and a sudden bright light suddenly illuminated the area.