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

The waves hit the beach again and again at the same angle and direction, and the sunset in the distance does not move down or block the view, as if it were a dynamic wallpaper.

Lucian questioned: "This is fake. Your world is a closed logic loop, it can never change. You are repeating the same actions and seeing the same scenery... This is not beautiful or not beautiful, it is just repetition, boring and meaningless repetition."

“No.” The crimson sunset was saying, “Our world was monotonous and boring, but that was before we met you. After you, you are the most interesting movement.”

Hailang said: "The biggest variable."

The wind said: "The most beautiful scenery."

“You are our truth,” they said.

……

The Dark Multiverse is flat and dry, a riot of meaningless repetition and tragedy.

Lucian seemed to hear this Earth, which had no name of its own, saying, "You are the most meaningful existence."

His expression suddenly softened.

"……All right."

"All right……"

"Let me think about it, let me think about how I can save you, what other methods are there."

……

Lucian is not smart, but many times what people lack is not wisdom, but space for thinking.

He just sat on the wooden chair, wearing the hat, and admired the dynamic image in front of him, in which he was the only one changing.

……

In the -22 universe, the desperate situation at that time was that it was impossible to contact the main world, unable to seek help from other earths, unable to walk on the timeline, and unable to defeat the Batman Who Laughs head-on.

In this unknown universe, the current desperate situation is that it is impossible to ascend to the positive universe, impossible to play the dark multiverse, impossible to go to the past or the future, and impossible to change the current situation.

……

The current situation is not as critical as -22... there is still plenty of time.

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It is only natural that a murder would happen on a night when a typhoon hits, the weather is stormy, and the entire building is without power.

But when Batman followed the sound, he only saw a frightened young woman and no body.

After a quick check of the surroundings, I called Gordon to report the situation.

"Okay, Batman, we'll send the police right away."

Batman exited the room after seeing the red and blue of police lights flashing against the night sky.

Reopen Lucien's door.

……

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you..."

Weird song.

This was the first thing Bruce heard after opening the door. Immediately afterwards, he saw Lucian, who was looking at the lotus-shaped thing in front of him with his chin in his hand. Even in the darkness, he could see that his expression was a little gloomy and confused.

"…Why are you using this thing?"

"Of course, it's because this is the only one in my house that can light up right now." Lucian looked at the lotus candle that slowly turned and sang a strange song. "But I didn't expect it to do this."

"..."

"Although realistically, neither you nor I need any light... but a little light would make this place more atmospheric."

Bruce listened to the eerie melody of "Happy Birthday" and watched the slowly turning petals of the lotus. Finally, his gaze settled on Lucien's face: "...I don't think so."

Lucien looked up at him through his goggles and decided to skip the subject.

"I've come up with a plan... Let Barbatos think you've turned into a murderous black bat, but in fact, you can turn into a non-murderous bat at any time."

"Schrödinger's cat?"

"Correct."

"How to do it?"

The firelight was reflected in the green eyes, some of it warm, some of it cold.

Lucian said, "Let me kill you."

……

The identity of Bruce has too many restrictions and shackles. If Batman dies at the hands of Lucian, he can completely break away from the identity of "Bruce" and parasitize on Lucian in the form of an illusion.

The most interesting thing is that Lucian is a clown and he also kills people.

Through -22, we know that the Joker and Batman will not merge when they are in the same body (only in Lucian).

So when Bruce was parasitic on Lucian, there would be no wild laughter.

And it is even easier with the so-called medium.

……

Lucian looked at him and smiled. "I once fed you some electrum. You have electrum in you."

"You can definitely resurrect in me after death using electrum as a medium... And even if you fail, I can get you some Lazarus Pools so you won't die."

"This is a method that is absolutely worth trying and has a high probability of success."

Batman said, "Okay."

Their eyes met through a lens, but the thin mirror could not block anyone's sight.

……

Against the backdrop of the eerie background music, Lucien suddenly laughed: "Alfred never liked me much in the first place. Now, I feel like I'm back to that time at the police station, being woken up by a bullet every day."

"I'll explain." Bruce also smiled: "Alfred is not an unreasonable person, he can understand."

……

"So, my dear young master, you are trying to make me understand the motives of a murderer who is about to kill you? To make me forgive him and help him kill you...right?"

The old butler spoke softly, but with a strong sense of aggression: "...Maybe I should really build a sulfuric acid pool and throw Mr. Murderer into it."

Chapter 92 Batman Lives

Lucian watched him emerge from the Batcave and shrugged, "I'll tell you what."

"For the sake of your brain...if Alfu shoots your cerebellum in anger, it's hard to imagine how you can legitimately kill me with your limbs out of control." Bruce remained calm.

"Although, I can heal myself."

"Sorry." Bruce poured himself a cup of black tea nonchalantly. "Your behavior often made me think your brain had no self-healing ability. Now it seems that's not the case."

Lucien: ...

He pinched his brows and said, "So, are you ready to die?"

"No, at least the ice coffin hasn't arrived yet." Bruce took a slow sip and put down the cup. "We also need to tell Lucius about our situation to prevent bankruptcy."

"To be honest, Bruce, I always thought you were Mr. Nose. After all, you also have a platinum money printing machine."

The Mr. Nose that Lucian refers to is Voldemort in "Harry Potter". He has an aristocratic friend named Lucius Malfoy, who has platinum hair.

Bruce obviously knew what he was referring to: "You are Harry Potter himself, and now you are going to use true love magic to turn me into a soul fragment on your lightning scar."

Lucien: "...but I remember him as a little boy with black hair."

……

There was no public attention, no heartfelt dialogue. Lucien sat on the ground, the ashes from his cigarette falling.

"Afu will only hate you more when he sees this." Bruce said as he sat in the warehouse.

"It's just a pool of sulfuric acid. A clown and a pool of sulfuric acid are a perfect match." Lucian casually discarded his cigarette butt, then raised his gun and aimed sideways. "There won't be any blue roses in there this time."

Without waiting for a reply, he opened fire without warning.

……

Bruce is dead.

……

Lucien didn't look at his body. He took out two pills from his pocket and put them in his mouth, then leaned back and lay on the ground.

The back of my head touched the ground, and it felt cold, like a pool of blood.

……

The crimson sunset, the lava-like waves, the golden sand and the rotten wooden chairs.

Lucien sat in a chair wearing the hat with peacock feathers, looking at the unchanging scenery and hearing the sound of sand sinking.

Then the wooden chair began to tremble.

Lucien sat in the Joker's seat, and Bruce sat in his.

"Is this a dream?" Bruce asked.

"Dream, hallucination, or a crack in space, who can tell? Of course, if you think this is a dream... then this is our first real dream rendezvous." Lucian turned his head, a smile on his face covered in red and blue oil paint.

Bruce saw the glowing eyes through the shadow of the hat brim: "But it seems I'm not the only one."

"...You're jealous. It was just an insignificant eclair. Okay, it's important. Don't dates always have afternoon tea?"

The two variables in an unchanging scene can be called a landscape from any perspective.

Lucian took off the hat and put it on Bruce's head. "The peacock feathers on it are blue, just like your eyes."

Bruce raised his eyelids and adjusted the angle of the hat brim with his hand. "It looks like a wide-brimmed hat for women that was popular in Europe after the 16th century."

"It's not what it looks like, it's what it is." Lucian flicked the feather. "This is a souvenir I bought in Venice. Later, I gave it to a leotard girl who was doing pole dancing in France."

Bruce AKA Man in Tights: ...

"In the end, I got a kiss." Lucien said in a nostalgic tone: "She said I was the most gentlemanly lover she had ever met."