Chapter 92 Three Clowns
I am Chen Tao, and I am also Batman.
I recently discovered that in the universe I traveled through, there seems to be more than one Joker.
I quickly guessed what the plot was.
"Three Jokers"
I thought that the relatively unpopular and unfinished publication "Three Jokers" would not be reflected in the reality I live in.
But I was wrong.
Damn.
Take a look at this file I found on the Batcomputer.
Over the years, the Jokers have been kidnapping people all over the city to try to create a better Joker. They let many people accept the compound.
Doctors, criminals, people of different births, each of them is a candidate for a better Joker. Of course, except for the three strongest ones, most of the Jokers are defective, such as these:
Joker No. 28. Code name surgeon.
Joker No. 6. Code name cult leader.
Joker No. 8, code name dentist.
Oh, now we have to add two more.
Joker No. 31, code name star chaser.
I tricked him into Wayne Tower and threw him into the Lucius brand grinder and shredded him.
Then there is this one, Joker No. 32. I hadn't thought of his code name before, but now I have one.
Joker No. 32, code name: Death Seeker.
He is a guy who wants to die. He sees death at the hands of Batman as the beginning of Batman's fall, and he wants to start this [beginning] by himself.
But they are not the main guys, they are all pawns. I know who is the most dangerous character after reading the comics.
Joker No. 1: Criminal.
Joker No. 2: The Laugher.
Joker No. 3: Harlequin.
Them.
And when I am on guard against Bane, I should also be on guard against them.
… … … … … It was a sunny morning.
In the safest neighborhood of Gotham City, a simple city, the Laugher drove a purple truck, humming a leisurely tune, and stopped in front of a warm little house.
He got out of the car and pushed open the door.
"Hey, honey, I'm back!"
He hung his hat on the hanger at the door and held his cane in his palm, with the sharp tip shining coldly.
"Oh, hello, dear."
The hostess of the house showed a forced smile: "I didn't expect you to come back so early, but dinner is ready."
"It smells so good."
The laugher said.
He walked around the table twice, quietly looking at the three octopus rice on the table.
The atmosphere seemed a little dull for some reason.
"I'm so glad you're satisfied--"
But before the woman finished her words, she was interrupted by the clown: "Where is the son?"
The woman trembled.
"Oh, of course, I'll call him right away."
She turned out of the living room like she was escaping, and walked to the stairs on the second floor, where the son of the family was curled up.
"Baby? Your dad is back."
"I don't want to go down." The boy twitched in fear.
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby, you know if your dad comes home and we don't want to have dinner with him, he will kill--very sad."
Tears flowed from the corners of the son's eyes.
"Why can't we just walk away?"
"Listen, I-I know he often doesn't come home and you're angry, but he deeply-deeply loves us, please come down to eat, just for me."
The woman's calves were shaking.
"I can't keep him under the stairs for much longer."
"Dear son, the food is getting cold!" Xiaoke's voice sounded.
The son walked down.
They returned to the living room together: "You are here, children! I have many wonderful stories to tell you two, you will never believe what I have experienced this week!" He said excitedly: "Son... why are you frowning?" The woman hurriedly explained beside him: "He doesn't like to eat octopus, that's all. He has always been very good, dear... dear." "Are you very good? That's great, son, listen carefully, we have to relax our brows." The clown said: "How do you distinguish between octopus triplets who look very similar?" "The answer is by touch, hahahaha, you understand, right? Hahaha!" The clown scooped up a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth-"What are you doing?" The laugher stopped abruptly. The voice of the criminal brought him back to reality. The laugher saw a dummy and a small pink teddy bear sitting on his left and right. There was no wife, no children, everything was a dream. He said gloomily, "I'm having dinner."
"Who am I eating with?" The criminal asked with his hands behind his back:
"Myself." The Laugher replied, "Ha."
"Who else besides myself?"
The criminal walked around the table and put his hand on the dummy's shoulder.
"Don't touch her." The Laugher said to the criminal.
"..."
"There is no such thing as her." The criminal said.
"No one else except Batman."
He kicked the dummy to the ground: "One may have died, but you bet on two more at once."
He said, "One was sent to participate in Bane and Batman's mess, and the other was sent to the Batcave to confirm whether the Joker was killed by Batman himself?"
"A genius idea."
The clown codenamed criminal said: "You put the strongest ones besides the three of us. It's a waste."
"You only dominated for such a short period of time, and you have already killed one. If the remaining two you sent out all died, we would have no one to use."
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
The clown walked in.
"Oh my? The meeting has already started? I hope I'm not late."
He walked to the side of the clown codenamed criminal with a smile. Compared with the joker and the criminal, he seemed more humorous and more vicious.
"If everyone is dead, then is it my turn to go out and play?"
"Not sure yet, you lunatic." The Joker answered him: "Batman won't guess our purpose."
He said: "I don't believe Batman really killed one of us."
He repeated:
"Unless I get evidence, I won't believe it."
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"Oh poor little Eddie, when all the players in Arkham Asylum go to the party together, why are you the only one left here alone?"
The Joker walked to the door of the Riddler's cell.
"Is it because Batman doesn't want to play with you?"
The Riddler had a blank expression.
The Joker continued:
"Oh, Eddie, Eddie, our little Eddie, you are always ten steps ahead of others, why don't you come out of that little room? There are still many things to do and many things to say. We can join forces to find Batman to play together"
"You can find the door card in the leftmost drawer of the Batcomputer."
The Riddler told him. "Come on," said the Joker, "that's not fun, let's do something advanced."
"How long have you been locked up here? For God's sake, you're the Riddler, don't pretend you didn't plan a way out the first night you got here."
"I know you're much better than that!"
Thanks so much for the Qidian coins, woohoo.