Chapter 11 Our Great Mr. Luther (Ch 826746295)

Lucien didn’t think that the bullet would really be fired… Even if Batman had never killed anyone, wouldn’t it be too boring and vulgar to kill people with a pistol?
He should be killed with darts, with grappling hooks, with fists…even with the Batmobile.
But something was moving through the air and making a sound.
A bullet fired.
Lucien watched as it rightfully hit the pistol Batman was aiming at.
Then, immediately afterwards, a blue, handsome figure like a god stood in the air, and a red, agile and beautiful goddess landed on the narrow balcony.
Superman and Wonder Woman are here.
“Boring…boring!” The Hallucination Clown hissed loudly, very disappointed.
…
Lucian was brought to a rather clean and bright place, full of modernist automation and technology.
Only the faint sound of a flying creature flapping its wings from above proved who the owner of this place was.
Batcave.
He was brought here along with Batman.
“I have an immature suggestion.” Lucian whispered to Red Hood beside him.
The Red Hood was once killed by the Joker and then resurrected. Compared to others, he has an indescribable complex feeling towards Lucian, who killed the Joker: “What?”
“I suggest taking him away.” Lucian pointed at Batman, then at himself: “Follow me, as far away as you can.”
“I was afraid he would rush in in the middle of the night and kill me.”
Red Hood hesitated for a moment, thinking back to when he saw Batman pointing his gun at Lucian. Although he thought the bullet would not fire, but…
“Well, if it makes you feel more secure.”
“This makes me feel really safe…”
Lucian was taken to a very simple room… It was hard to imagine that the Batcave, which represents high technology, would have such a simple place.
A bed welded to the wall, an iron table, a few books, and a toilet separated by frosted glass.
Lucian was a little choked: “I live here?”
“It’s already luxurious.” Red Hood crossed his arms and sneered, “But Batman only has one bed.”
That is indeed luxurious.
With the comparison, Lucien was not so resistant anymore. He walked in obediently and watched the heavy door, which looked like a bank vault, close.
“They won’t trust you anymore.”
Turning around, he saw the hallucinatory clown again. The cigarette in the clown’s mouth was half burned, and he was wearing a jazz hat that he got from somewhere.
Lucien glanced at the camera, which was flashing red light, without thinking of answering.
But the clown persisted: “These birds are the most suspicious, and you are so suspicious.”
“Perhaps they will soon discover that your symptoms are different from the others. They will soon realize that whole-body blood transfusion is useless… and you, the one who caused them to miss the best time for treatment, are the most suspicious. They will no longer trust you.”
Lucian couldn’t help but whispered, “I didn’t expect them to believe it… and you’re wrong. The one they don’t believe is you.”
“Yeah! That’s right!” The clown laughed, “The person they don’t trust is me!”
“But what about you? You, a person with no memory, no past, who came out of nowhere…will they believe it?”
Won’t……
Especially since Lucien himself cannot fully trust his own memory.
He looked at the camera, which was already small enough, and laughed: “I can’t even trust my own memory.”
“But you can trust me.”
“Are you asking someone who can’t even trust himself to trust others?” Lucian said in an unimaginable tone: “Are you dreaming?”
“…I don’t know if I should remind you, baby.”
“You were poisoned by the hypnotic gas as soon as you came in. You fell asleep… and we met in our dreams.”
“…”
Lucian lay on his back on the bed, closed his eyes, sighed, and asked the same question: “Why did I kill you in the first place?”
And the clown’s answer was the same: “Because it’s fun.”
But then he added: “Because it’s exciting enough, with enough twists and turns, and dramatic enough… Because I hurt you, because you are impulsive enough! Reckless! Suspicious! And vindictive enough!”
He laughed again: “Because of your ignorance, because of your guilt.”
Lucien looked the Joker straight in the eye and said, “You should have died.”
His tone was sincere, and the Illusion Clown did not get angry. He even leaned over in agreement, looked at him, and said in a rather mysterious but smiling tone:
“You’re right, the Joker should die…but you didn’t do anything wrong?”
The ghostly eyes locked onto him, but the corners of his mouth slowly lifted up: “…The clown is dead…But, but, my dear, do you know where the funny part is?”
The clown stood up, and Lucian saw a hint of pity in those green eyes as if by illusion. The clown continued:
“You killed the Joker… and then the Joker split in two and came back to life in the mind of his lifelong enemy and murderer!”
“You’re a clown now!”
The clown was still excited, waving his hands and walking in front of him with a unique and charming step:
“What’s dramatic, what’s brilliant!”
“Don’t readers and moviegoers like this kind of reversal?”
“Hee! The Joker killed the Joker and created the Joker!”
“What a great inspiration!”
He looked like a painter meeting his muse, like a sculptor meeting the Venus de Milo.
Excited, enthusiastic, and passionate.
“Do you want me to be you?” Lucian asked coldly, unaffected by his emotions.
“No! Of course not!” The clown came closer to him: “How boring this is. There is no place where the clown can’t be resurrected? … I will help you, love you, and then stand still and watch you take the initiative to throw yourself into my arms – become another clown, not me.”
“I don’t think there is any difference.” Lucian was a little annoyed: “A laughing, crazy, unwelcome, unhygienic psychopath… Why would I want to be one?”
“Even if I’m evil… it would be so tasteless to be evil like you!”
The clown looked a little sad: “No taste?” It was the first time he looked so sad.
“…I’m sorry.” Lucien reluctantly comforted her, “I respect the diversity of species, and of course, the diversity of tastes.”
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On the other side, Batman was taken through the collections that Batman had collected since he became Batman: huge coin statues, dinosaur fossils, ice sculptures, and the most eye-catching damaged Robin uniform…
And above these, ugly swarms of pig-mouthed bats flapped their wings and flew up and down, and the black creatures uttered a whisper that sounded like laughter.
“Perhaps you should explain.” Superman looked at Batman with his blue eyes and asked softly and caringly: “What happened?”
“The most important thing for you now is to control me… not to ask what happened.” Batman turned his eyes to Superman: “I am not harmless and safe, you should treat me like an enemy.”
“We are friends.” Superman said with a cautious attitude.
“Aliens.” Batman sneered, “Humans are not static, and neither am I.”
Just as Red Hood said, Batman was locked in a room with only an iron bed welded to the wall…it couldn’t even be called a room, it was a vertical circular passage ten meters high, with the incandescent lamp above burning palely and for a long time.
Batman, who has taken off his armor, has become an ordinary person, but the parts of his face that are not illuminated by the light are plunged into deep darkness.
The whole room was eerily quiet, yet there seemed to be faint and dense laughter coming from everywhere. The group of bats perched on the top of the bat cave suddenly ignored the sudden rain outside and flew out in groups, blocking out some light in this dark and gloomy city.
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“I found out who was behind the murder of the Joker Gang.” Red Hood turned his gaze to Superman and said another piece of news: “Lex Luthor.”
Lex Luthor is a super villain in Metropolis, which is under the jurisdiction of Superman, but he is not limited to one city and often cooperates with Gotham villains on weekdays…but it is basically a trade for weapons such as lead and kryptonite that are aimed at Superman.
It is still rare to simply meddle in Gotham’s affairs.
“Don’t worry, he’s running for president recently, and I found out…” Superman hesitated:
“He’s conducting human experiments again.”
Why again?
Because Luthor has many laboratories, 50% of them are illegal, 30% are for human experiments, and the remaining 20% ​​are for human experiments on Superman.
Superman has been exposed a lot since his debut, but every time Luthor can escape punishment with special means, so there is nothing worth mentioning about discovering a laboratory, unless there is evidence…
“In the lab, there are clones of all the other presidential candidates.”
Red Hood: ???
This time there is no need for any evidence at all. Once it is exposed, Luther will never be able to become president in this life no matter what.
“How did you find out about something so important? Don’t forget that Luthor prepared layers of kryptonite and lead in each of his laboratories.” The skeptical Bat-Superhero asked, “Isn’t this a trap?”
The alien, who was not very fond of thinking, thought for a while. The power of his super brain could easily make him realize the suspiciousness, but: “This is what Connor told me.”
Connor is the son that Luthor gave to Superman.
“You should be careful. Maybe Luthor revealed it to Connor on purpose?” Wonder Woman couldn’t help but remind him.
Superman has a super brain, super speed, super strength, freezing breath… even the functions of his eyes include many of the greatest inventions of mankind so far: he can see through all substances except lead, emit red rays with a temperature close to that of the sun’s surface, infinitely magnify the field of view of the surface of objects, see cells, or go further, see the clutch structure of atomic ions.
Such a powerful alien has two obvious weaknesses, kryptonite and lead, and that is its over-trust in humans.
“…Well, I won’t take the risk.” Superman took a step back, but he frowned and was a little angry: “But that’s a human experiment.”
“If you’re worried about Luther giving birth to someone else’s child, I have a solution.” Red Hood smiled:
“Determine the location of that laboratory, and then the next time someone comes to fight you, or something unexpected happens… you can ‘accidentally’ destroy it and draw everyone’s attention there.”
“I believe that Luther’s political enemies will be happy to seize this opportunity… As for compensation for the damage, Wayne will give you the money.”
Red Hood is an anti-hero. His sense of morality is not very high, but considering Superman’s character, he made a relatively conservative suggestion.
“Good idea.” Superman listened happily.
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“Boom boom boom—”
“Come in.”
“Good evening, Mr. Mayor.” The man in leather clothes walked in, smiling politely.
“Mr. Robert from the Luther Group.” The mayor stood up enthusiastically and shook his hand: “I have heard a lot about you.”
“I wonder what Mr. Luther wants to tell me?” The mayor added, “Of course, Gotham is in such a mess right now that I am too busy to handle some things.”
It’s more than just being unable to cope with the situation.
In Gotham, the mayor is either a puppet of the gang, a product of the checks and balances among the four major families, or a suppressed congressman…Except for the occasional gang boss himself serving as mayor, the mayor is just a mascot in other cases.
“It’s like this, Mr. Mayor, I came here this time to discuss something with you.”
“What is it?”
“As you know, there have been some associations and demonstrations in Gotham recently…”
The mayor wiped his sweat, he knew about this of course, but he was a mayor promoted by the gangs. The gangs loved to see the parades and demonstrations of these clownists, so of course he should love to see them as well.
“Parades and demonstrations are written into the law of democracy… I can’t stop them, can I?”
“Of course! That’s not what I meant.” Robert smiled warmly: “I also support the people to express their desires through legitimate legal means.”
Oh, friendly forces.
The mayor relaxed: “So, Mr. Luther, do you have any instructions?”
If Luther was just an entrepreneur in a city, even if that city was a neighboring city, even if he was the richest man in that city, the mayor would not have such a cautious attitude.
But Luther is now a congressman, and is about to run in the presidential election.
The mayor had to comply…at least superficially.
“Mr. Luther has the same idea as you.” Robert smiled kindly: “Protecting the legitimate rights and interests of citizens is what we should do.”
“Mr. is deeply saddened by the recent disaster in Gotham, so he has purchased a lot of supplies at his own expense. They will probably arrive in Gotham Bay tomorrow. I’ll have to trouble the mayor to distribute them then.”
“Of course, of course!” The mayor smiled and promised solemnly: “I will definitely distribute the supplies fairly and reasonably, live up to Mr. Luther’s expectations, and let every Gotham citizen who has benefited from it praise his name!”