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

It's obvious to the naked eye that this is not a serious answer.

"What I mean is..." Toni was not angry about this. He gently pinched his bitter coffee and said, "Are you still pursuing an ordinary, peaceful, normal life?"

Lucien didn't find the question original. He showed the cigarette in his hand to Tone with contempt.

"Life used to be like this for me." Then he pointed at the coffee in Toni's hand: "And this."

“It’s a bit bitter, but addictive and refreshing.”

"But because of you, that ordinary, peaceful, normal life has now become this." Lucien dropped the cigarette into Tone's coffee. The spark died out and ashes floated up...it was no longer drinkable.

"It has become a kind of garbage now. And it is a weird thing that I can't tell whether it is recyclable or non-recyclable."

He picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, feeling the cheapness and bitterness in it... he still couldn't get used to it.

Toni looked down at the half-burned cigarette floating on the water glass, then looked up at Lucien: "I understand your concrete expression... but it's really a bit wasteful."

"Oh?" Lucian also looked at the cup of coffee, smiled, and reached out to take it:

"It's just that you can't get it down your throat, dear." He shook it, but scoffed when Tone thought Lucien would drink it.

He reached out and poured it out the window: "Of course, I can't drink it in...it's really a waste."

A thick black but transparent liquid mixed with ashes flowed down, splashing gray-black water on the ground.

When he had finished, Lucien put the cup back on the table, lit a new cigarette for himself, and said, "Now will you drink from it?"

There was still some unknown substance hanging on the wall of the cup... Even if there wasn't, it would have smelled of nicotine, not to mention what Tone had witnessed it go through.

Lucian then shrugged and said, "Look, you don't want to... I certainly don't want to either, so now..." He threw it out the window:

"It's just garbage."

"I can even foresee that even if I clean it, you still won't want to drink from it... Two great things become garbage the moment they're mixed."

"That's it, dear."

Tone pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time. Just when Lucian thought he was going to say something earth-shattering, he whispered, "Sorry."

"Hahaha!" He couldn't help but laugh. "What kind of game are you playing? Apologizing when you do something wrong?"

"Take it back! Tone, Bane boy, you should have crushed my head with your biceps and put the gun to my jaw to force me to give up this matter!"

Lucian exhaled a puff of smoke with satisfaction: "That's what I do... Don't worry, kid, sooner or later, I will kill everyone who kills me."

He didn't care at all about the consequences of revealing his purpose.

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Tone made himself another cup of coffee...still a cheap disposable paper cup, black coffee in a can, and still no saccharin.

He took a sip and said, "I came to you to ask another question."

Lucien looked down at the coffee stain downstairs, feeling quite good. "Go ahead."

"They say the Joker knows Batman best... Don't you think there's something wrong with him?"

"Oh?"

Chapter 126 The Good Man is Below

Something is definitely not right with Batman.

But Lucien was interested in something else: "What makes you think I'll tell you the truth?"

"…Because you're a good person."

"Good guy? No." He pointed out the window: "The good guy is down there."

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Toni let out a light breath and smiled, "At least now we can be sure that Batman is really not right... My feeling is right."

He used Lucian's reaction to make a reverse inference.

Lucian didn't mind this, or rather, he guessed Tone's purpose after he said that: "Perhaps you could give it a try... but I don't recommend it. He's very sensitive... Why not leave a backup plan for that suit of armor?"

He urged, "Once we defeat the Angel of Death, we'll destroy his armor and turn him back into a human-pig-bat... He'll no longer pose any threat."

Lucien was even looking forward to this happening... Bruce was a little twisted by the torture of the Angel of Death, but without the "crazy" seasoning, it seemed dull.

"It's just a backup plan on the chip... This isn't difficult for you, to say the least." Lucian's hands danced briskly on his legs under the tabletop.

"The Three Laws of Robotics...how about that?"

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The Three Laws of Robotics were proposed by science fiction writer Asimov to prevent the occurrence of the intelligent machine crisis and ensure that robots are harmless to humans.

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"If he doesn't become worse, he might never realize the rules within the chip in his lifetime. But if he becomes worse, then we can accept any tragic ending." Lucian blinked and smiled.

“Is this a good idea?”

He seemed to be standing opposite Bruce, thinking about how to solve the problem from Tori's perspective, which was particularly sincere.

Tone nodded slightly, appearing hesitant, and Lucien continued:

"Although I don't know how you sensed something was wrong with him... I can tell you, it's true, there's something wrong with him. What if he suddenly switches sides during the battle with the Angel of Death... That's not what we want to see... Insurance is very important."

"Also, don't worry if Batman gets angry about this... You're too young to know. Batman once came up with a countermeasure plan (Justice League: Tower of Babel) to prevent his teammates from being controlled. If you put yourself in his shoes, he'll understand."

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Perhaps that's understandable, but the greater probability is that his already limited remaining "heroic" qualities will be completely destroyed.

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By the time the conversation ended, two hours had passed and it was now five o'clock in the afternoon.

Dusk is the most beautiful time of the day in Gotham.

Lucian walked out of the rebel base... He liked to take a walk at this time.

The crimson clouds often reminded him of the dream he hadn't seen since the clown jumped into the sea...a kind of nostalgia that he didn't want to admit.

"quack--"

Echoing the sunset is the crow, a beautiful big bird with a colorful body that cannot be captured by the human eye.

It stopped on a dilapidated building and combed its feathers. With the setting sun behind it, the crow had a golden, fluffy edge.

Lucien thought of the metaphors some people used for clowns... not the ones about maggots, ants, and woodlice.

But bones, bouquets, crows, and girls in the rain.

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Thinking this, Lucian glanced across the shadows of the buildings and saw a towering, bone-shaped tombstone... a strange woman in the rain, the colors of a mixed bouquet, preening her feathers like a crow...

——It’s a clown.

An old clown.

The forehead wrinkles, crow's feet and neck wrinkles hidden by the brim of the hat are clearly visible...Lucian even suspects that there are age spots under the pale paint.

The old clown took off his hat and gave a jazz salute from a distance. His sparse white and green curly hair stuck to his scalp, making him look as solemn as if he had applied hairspray.

Unfortunately, Lucien didn't wear a hat this time. He thought for a moment, raised his right arm 45 degrees, put his fingers together and pointed forward, and said, "Hi! Clown!"

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Then he heard the old clown's laughter, which was extremely penetrating and sharp, yet a little hoarse from age... and echoed in the distance with the flapping wings of crows.

Supporting his skeleton-like figure with a cane, he walked over and gently patted Lucien's shoulder with his palm, then looked at him with his eyes... The old clown tried to straighten his back, but still looked up:

"You're supposed to be my child, darling."

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The clown is not a kind creature...but if he really chooses to be affectionate, the emotions he expresses are difficult to distinguish between true and false.

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"You perfectly match my imagination of my descendants." The old clown smiled.

"Look at those beautiful eyes and hair color, mixed with a cunning independent streak, the madness and rebelliousness that befits this age... Why did I only meet you now?"

He even took the liberty of asking, "Can you call me dad?"

Lucien usually had no bottom line, but unfortunately: "I have a mommy...if you are willing to marry him..."

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Who is Mommy?

So hard to guess~

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Just like that, Lucien followed the old clown and left the rebels without any warning.

"That makes sense," Oswald said to Toney. "Don't expect him to stay in one place for long... I thought the Joker would have left months ago."

Toni lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Never mind him, he's not important." Oswald puffed on his cigar. "The general attack is about to begin... You can't expect him to snipe Paul's head from a distance."

Tone was still a little hesitant and worried.

"Believe me, he's only interested in the Bat-game. If you're really worried, you might as well make a plan for him to be on Paul's side during the final battle." Oswald understood the Joker's personality better.

"...Okay." Tone was finally persuaded, but was stopped when he was leaving.

"Honestly, kid, I always feel that there's something different about his relationship with you." Oswald's monocle reflected the light.

"You seem to care deeply about him..."

"I'm just a little curious, you know, Cobblepot, I didn't experience that era."

"Then you should be curious about bats..." rather than a villain who has disappeared.

Oswald smiled faintly: "I remember that Bane didn't take the Joker seriously..."

"Well, yes, that's true." Tone was defeated by the old man's look. "Okay, skipping those useless processes... What is your inference?"