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

Chapter 109 “Origin Story”

This was something that was expected, and Lucien had already prepared himself mentally.

But when it really happens in front of my eyes, it still feels unreal.

Blood, mucus, flesh.

Head, womb, corpse.

He didn't look at the words on the wall. His footprints first fell on Jenny's quiet face, then fell on the twins with no signs of life in the placenta. He stepped on the somewhat coagulated blood, making the footprints bloody and vivid.

he thinks.

What should I do now?

Should I cry? Should I laugh? Or collapse? Or scream in anger?

He was silent, thinking, with no expression on his face, like a completely fixed insect specimen.

Finally, Lucien sat on the sofa, reached out and held Jenny's head in his arms, lowered his eyes and looked at her, as if sighing:

"Jenny, Jenny...Joker's Jenny, you will never have your own life, you will never have your own happiness." (Batman: The Killing Joke)

"You are just a prop, a prop for the Joker's birth... You are all like this, you all want to kill Lucien, you all want to resurrect the Joker."

"What's so good about that madman?" Lucian combed her hair and patiently explained, "He was just a psychopath who was deified. There was nothing special about him. His so-called immortality and terrible deeds were just excuses for murdering someone."

"I understand... You want to avenge your father, and you want your mother's efforts not to be in vain, so you think the Joker will save everything... But how is that possible? He's a man who can't even save himself, so why do people regard him as a savior?"

Lucien was confused and wanted to see something on Jenny's face, but unfortunately he only saw indifferent gentleness, so he leaned down and kissed her lips.

He closed his eyes and held her head, seemingly intoxicated by it. His expression was relaxed, like a trapped butterfly struggling to flap its wings.

……

Human love and human penchant for cruelty are essentially the same thing.

—Yukio Mishima, The Locked Room

……

In Gotham, when the sun rises, it also sets, and dark clouds obscure the light, leaving only a dark blanket of clouds covering the city.

"I swear... before you, I never thought about actually dating anyone or being with anyone."

"Maybe I have thought about it." He looked at the freckles on Jenny's cheeks and stroked the pale, stiff skin.

"With the legendary, slender and alluring Harley Quinn, with the dramatic Batwoman, with the famous heroes and villains... or at least Lillian, no matter which one it is, it will fill the audience with interest and anticipation... but it won't be you..."

Lucien's voice was gentle and affectionate: "Jenny, maybe I really love you, or maybe I really have never loved you."

"Your hair, your freckles, your taste in clothes, even your deception."

"I've fallen in love with the normal life you've brought me, with the occasional quarrels, stubbornness, and cold wars... I really love this."

He kept talking and talking, and even he couldn't tell whether he was just playing the role of husband and lover as usual, or was expressing his true feelings.

When Jenny was alive, Lucien did not instill any emotions in her, but treated her with indifference but without error, and maintained the family with responsible but superficial emotions.

But this is like a non-Newtonian fluid... As long as you stand on it without struggling hard, you will eventually be eroded and fall.

……

"...After you died, I began to love you."

What a cliché plot.

"Only after your death will your love stop hurting me." Lucian was still gentle:

"When I realized this was a script, I knew you would leave me one day... I'm not sure if you loved me, but I can't let you take me with you when you leave... I can't let you hurt me, and I can't let you kill me."

……

You exchanged hallucinations, memories, and immortality for the chance to become an ordinary person.

Lucian understood the meaning of this sentence during his meeting with Arthur.

Compared to the Joker who appears in thousands of comics and tens of thousands of fan works, his deeply rooted image... Lucian is too thin.

He could foresee that he would eventually become a clown, but a person without any memory, past, origin story, unique personality or ability, and no major events that would attract attention.

He would simply be consumed by the concept of the Joker.

So he traded hallucinations, memories, and immortality for a chance to become an ordinary person and tell his origin story.

……

The reason why Lucien acquiesced to what had happened for two years and was willing to sleep with Jenny... this was his most important purpose.

He needed to stabilize his own existence, he needed to prevent Lucien from being killed.

So Lucian let go of Jenny, who was held in his hands, and watched indifferently as the head rolled down, stained with blood, and became miserable.

“…I have never loved you.”

really?

He looked at the organ placed on the table...

Peel off the slippery membrane, pick up the two children, and see their gender.

"...One Bruce and one Selina."

His expression softened again.

"I loved you."

Lucien put the child down, picked up the head again, patiently cleaned the stains with a tissue, and combed out the coagulated blood scabs on the hair bit by bit.

Put them back in place and place them side by side.

"My wife, my son, my daughter..."

He looked up at the big word "heresy" written on the wall.

"Alright alright."

"Earth, Gotham, Super Hero, Batman, Joker..."

"Resistance, Saint Bat."

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Lilith and Catwoman are both downstairs.

"Won't he turn his attention to the resistance? Team up with the Saint Bat to deal with us?" Lilith twisted her fingers together.

"No." Catwoman said with almost certainty: "He is a very hypocritical person. He understands everything, but he pretends not to understand, deceiving himself, and then mourning, complaining about himself, pretending to be depressed and confused."

"Yes! Hypocrisy."

He walked down and agreed: "It's hypocrisy! Pretentious hypocrisy!"

"A hypocrisy even heavier than Jean Paul who called himself God!"

……

"Let's go!" The Joker tugged at his tie. "The superheroes have been defeated, so let us, the super villains, save the superheroes!"

Didn't get the response I wanted.

"Isn't this funny?" He looked at Lilith, then at Catwoman, and asked in confusion: "Why aren't you laughing?"

……

One of Catwoman's eyes was blind, and the other eye was shining with the light of a night creature. Her melted lips were raised, torn, and blood was flowing. She seemed to have returned to thirty years ago, to the nights when villains and heroes chased and fought each other.

Chapter 110 The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled

All of Gotham's super villains and superheroes have died or become disabled in the past 28 years. No one knows how the Penguin, who lacks high intelligence and strength, has survived to this day.

Today, the era of gathering of heroes has long passed, and more people only remember the name Oswald Cobblepot.

……

"Of course I'm willing to cooperate with the rebels... but cooperation is mutually beneficial, not led by you." Oswald sneered at the person he was negotiating with.

"What about the League of Assassins? What about the Son of Bane? Boy, cooperation is mutually beneficial, and everyone gets what they need."

This is the arrogance of the older generation of super villains.

They will cooperate due to common interests or crises, but if you want to lead them, unless you use bombs to threaten them like the Suicide Squad... If you really do this, there is no doubt that the first person they will backstab is the leader.

Of course, there are exceptions.

One is Batman, the other is...

"Um?????!"

Oswald sat up straight with a sneer, and couldn't help but hold up his monocle to look at the familiar person who came in.

"clown?!!!"

You have to experience something to understand the oppression and threat it brings.

Oswald couldn't help but look her up and down, marveling, "Same height, same weight, hair color, eye color, look at this face, it's the same too... Oh my God."

He looked at Catwoman, who was pushed in by Lilith. "It's hard for you to find someone who looks so much like the Joker... Did she have plastic surgery? Is this your ultimate weapon?"

Catwoman said nothing.

Instead, Lucien stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and smiled: "Don't you recognize me?"

"...Uh, the sound is similar." Oswald took off his lenses and wiped them with a handkerchief.

Then the cold knuckles flicked against his hooked nose without any force.

"Okay, okay, clown, Jack, long time no see." Oswald had to put away his pretended evasive behavior and put his glasses back on.

"If you are the one leading, then I have nothing to say."

This is the sixth sense of a veteran villain. Even though Lucian's age doesn't match the Joker's, he's more rational than in memory and more like the Joker's successor.

But Oswald could still tell... the characteristics were fixed and distinct.

He believes in the Joker's abilities and his devotion to Batman. His only concern is...