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

Lucien couldn't explain it either.

Many things will not bring any good results if you are exposed to them in large quantities at one time. The same is true for drugs, sex, alcohol, and nicotine.

After smoking part of the cigar, Lucien no longer felt the numbness it should have brought... but instead felt pain, a subtle, continuous stinging pain.

He had no intention of stopping.

To him, getting a sense of satisfaction from smoking is the same as getting a sense of existence from pain.

……

"If Batman is rescued...how surprised he would be to see a Joker with advanced lung cancer." Oswald stood up and opened the doors and windows to let the smoke dissipate.

"Oh...Batman." Lucien finally remembered his existence and thought about the previous topic: "Since the plan only requires Tone, can I leave now?"

At this moment, he forgot what he had just said about wanting to speak on behalf of the clown.

Oswald obviously realized that something was wrong with him, but who was normal alive in Gotham?

"Actually, I need you... to provide cover, fire from behind, provide suppressive fire, or something like that. It would be even better if you could kill the Angel of Death in one go."

Lucien thought about what he said and agreed, but couldn't help but say, "After all these years, you're finally beginning to miss Floyd Lawton Jr.... and are even willing to use the Joker as a stand-in for emotional sustenance?"

Floyd Lawton Jr. was the name of the deadly shooter.

Providing cover, firing sneak shots, and suppressing firepower are mostly his jobs.

……

In short, Lucian was hiding on the roof with a large sniper rifle, and next to him were a small rocket launcher and a light machine gun.

...This is all contributed by our Arms Penguin Oswald.

Touching the black cold gun, he looked at Wayne Tower through the sniper scope.

As planned, a rebel uprising broke out in Old Gotham and Robbinsville, and the Angel of Death and members of the cult were lured away.

Toni sneaks into Wayne Tower to rescue Bruce... During this process, because he is surrounded by one-way glass, Lucian can only estimate the location through the vague response of the infrared instrument.

Lucien's job is to deal with people when the glass is broken... Tone can deal with people other than the Angel of Death. All he has to do is keep an eye on the Angel of Death after a conflict breaks out and cover their retreat.

"Click——"

As expected, the glass shattered, and Lucian saw the scene inside: sophisticated instruments, a bloated Tone, cultists holding iconic weapons that once surpassed the Premier League, and a human pig...

He checked again through the sniper scope with some disbelief.

...Batman turned into a human pig.

"what?"

Lucian looked at the thing that looked like a lump of meat and felt it was ridiculous.

……

Perhaps because they knew what this human pig meant to the Angel of Death, everyone present avoided attacking him.

Tone has the upper hand, but as he is leaving, the Angel of Death unexpectedly arrives.

"Who are you?" Apparently he had forgotten that Bane, whom he killed, had a son.

"Someone who will kill you." Tone's hatred was undisguised.

And the Angel of Death just said, "Nice dream."

From a distance, Lucian aimed his gun at his heart, and his breathing became steady and quiet.

The wind is steady.

He pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

Chapter 115 "Meeting"

The Angel of Death's body swayed as he was hit in the arm. He squinted in the direction of the bullet and met the eyes behind the sniper scope from afar.

Lucien smiled slowly, and after filling it up, he shot again.

"boom--"

The Angel of Death ducked.

The bullets collided with the ground, emitting thick white smoke.

……

Tony rushed out holding Bruce and disappeared from sight under the cover of the rebels.

The Angel of Death stopped, wiped the blood from his arm, and looked towards the sniper point: "Go there!"

Lucian had already left, and the only things left at the scene were unused rocket launchers, small machine guns, and sniper rifles with hot chambers.

----

The aftermath of the gunfight was still burning, but Lucian was sitting idly by the window, smoking and meaninglessly disassembling and assembling guns.

"Don't you want to go see him?" Catwoman's voice came as the wheelchair rolled to the side.

"……who?"

"You know who I'm talking about."

"Sorry..." He took the cigarette out of his mouth, knocked the ash off the window, and put it back in his mouth. His words were a little unclear:

"I just can't bear to watch it. Besides, even though I'm a clown, I don't really have any connection with him, and I don't know what to talk about. To be honest, I'm still a little intimidated by his dignity..."

Catwoman listened quietly to Lucien's words before speaking, "Are you making excuses for yourself? An escape?"

"Escape? How is it possible to escape?" Lucien looked up at her in surprise.

"You're not the type to make so many excuses for yourself."

"You call that a reason?"

"Isn't it?" Catwoman asked back.

Lucien pursed his lips.

According to his original indifferent attitude, he should have been able to go or not... instead of refusing Catwoman's invitation.

So I compromised: "Where is he?"

……

Human Pig Batman...

The image he had caught a glimpse of at that moment kept flashing through his mind. Lucian even saw his brain encased in liquid and his ears, which hadn't fully healed yet...

Tone was also in the room, still talking about Bane, and had no reaction to his entrance.

Lucian paused quietly for a while, feeling bored, and wanted to smoke again, but when he glanced at Bruce's miserable condition, he hesitated and didn't take it out.

My body is already like this, what if I get lung cancer from breathing secondhand smoke...

But when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Bruce's blue eyes looking at him.

"..."

"Joker?" Bruce asked even though Lucian didn't wear any makeup on his face or colorful clothes.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.

Tone turned his head to look at Lucian, then at Batman, without saying a word, he wisely opened the door and left.

……

But in the end, Lucian took out a cigarette and lit it. He didn't approach Bruce, but sat sideways on the chair with one arm resting on the back.

"You are so miserable."

He said, "I've lived without freedom for twenty-eight years, watched myself being tortured to death, and the city I've protected has been reduced to what it is today. I have absolutely no power or means of retaliation..."

"Now that you've become this honorable, even though you've been rescued... what else do you have? You can't even eat on your own. If any of the tubes in your body are cut, you'll die of infection... How are you still alive?"

Lucien didn't look at him, but at the cigarette flame on his fingertips.

"I'll let you die, okay? Batman?"

……

Bruce didn't seem to be disturbed by these words... Maybe his expression changed, but Lucian didn't hear anything from his words:

"If you dwell on the past and escape from reality... you can kill me."

Lucian didn't look up, but lowered his eyes: "Don't you want to die?"

"It's not like I don't have the option of dying, but I'm still here talking to you."

Bruce saw him frowning irritably, pressed his half-smoked cigarette back into the jar, and stared at the floor:

"Then what do you want to do while you're alive? How about I help you finish your task and then kill you?"

It's really a cute way to escape reality.

"At least we must defeat the Angel of Death, restore Gotham, and clear up the accumulated crises on Earth."

Lucian asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you could do it? With this honor? Who could you defeat? What could you restore? What crisis could you resolve?"

"But this is why I've lived until now." Bruce was not hurt at all by his words and was quite patient.

……

After a long silence, Lucian raised his eyes to look at him, scanning his disappeared lower body, limbs, internal organs, and skull, then stopped at his ears that had not yet fully healed, and finally looked at his graying hair:

"You are very old."

Bane broke his back when Bruce was thirty-five, spent a year recovering, and was then imprisoned by the Angel of Death for another twenty-eight years.

Batman is sixty-four years old, which is considered an elderly Bat in most settings.

"You won't be alive for many days." Lucian was extremely sincere.

"I don't think age is an obstacle." The old bat smiled. "In the past twenty-eight years, I've had very few choices... but Paul gave me the right to live and die. Now that I've escaped from his hands, I won't choose to die."

"...Excuse me." Lucian met his eyes again... a deep and resolute blue. "I really want to kill you. I don't think you have the will to live... Even now, I don't think you want to live."