Chapter 34 Something is wrong with this world (Ch 828358840)

This is Universe -22.
This is where the Batman Who Laughs was born.
But everything seems wrong.
The disappearance of all super villains.
The Joker’s sudden and bizarre death.
The Batman Who Laughs has yet to show any sense of threat.
Lex Luthor who is trying to make his presence felt everywhere.
Superman under control.
And the Joker virus with independent consciousness.
…
Is this what’s written in the comics?
Is this logical?
…
Lucien looked up at Batman and asked, “How can I help you?”
“Lucian” looked up at Batman and asked the same question: “How are you going to deceive me?”
Two different sounds came out of the same vocal organ, one was a sigh, the other was a mockery.
Two completely different emotions flickered in his bright eyes, one was pleading, the other was mocking.
Batman put his legs down and watched quietly as “Lucian” struggled to stand up.
“Come with me.”
He turned around, seemingly not caring at all whether Lucien followed him or not.
And the fact is, the Joker followed.
“You lied to me again… I’m so glad that you lied to me!” The clown smiled again. He followed closely behind the black cloak with an attitude of worship, muttering:
“We were supposed to dance the perfect tango until the world fell apart, but you always stepped on my foot on the seventh beat.”
“But it’s okay, but it’s okay… I will always forgive you, I will always forgive you, Batman…”
“You’re the sweetest maggot in my rotten apple, Bat, you’re everything to me, and you won’t leave me…”
He is a little neurotic.
This seemed to be a cage for the lowest level of prisoners. It was so quiet around that the only sound besides the clown’s muttering was the echo of footsteps.
Some geniuses can calculate the length and distance of the channel by the number of seconds between echoes, but Lucian is obviously not a genius.
“Bruce, Bruce, do you know how naive this child is? I thought that when he entered kindergarten, he would be able to gain trust just by talking about friendship and love every day.”
“But it’s really no fun for you to expose my tricks in such a crude way… You should wait a while, use a hearty reasoning, and then cooperate with me to crush the heart of this little chicken.”
“Instead of now, look at him, cowardly and boring…you even threatened me for him.”
Lucien bounced up and down.
The clown that Lucien saw might be a little crazy, but he was more rational, like a calm conspirator.
But now.
He is like a written character, full of stereotypes of the Joker.
The Joker controlled Lucian to follow Batman closely, step by step, almost sticking to his back, with the attachment and reluctance of a baby bird to its mother.
Lucien heard Batman’s cold response: “Put down the gun, Joker.”
Lucian looked down in shock and saw that he had put down a pistol with regret in his right hand.
“Oh! What is this?!” the clown said in surprise, “What a naughty child. He actually wants to use this to take revenge on you!”
“…In fact, you did it,” Lucien retorted.
The clown readily admitted: “Of course I did it.”
“It’s just a joke… Don’t you think the atmosphere is too weird? Why am I the only one talking? Little bat? Little parrot? You’re making me look a bit psychotic.”
Lucien guessed why the Joker described him as a “parrot” – a creature without thoughts that could only repeat what others said.
So I replied sarcastically: “It’s just a joke~ Don’t you think the atmosphere is too weird~ Why am I the only one talking~ Little bat~ Little parrot~ You make me look a bit mentally ill~”
Then the voice returned to being calm and indifferent: “Don’t question it, clown, you are a psychopath.”
The walls were smooth and flat, with only blood stains that had been splashed on them and not cleaned up in time – if it wasn’t the work of the Joker’s massacre of Arkham Asylum, then it must have been the result of killing the Joker’s gang and attacking Arkham.
They arrived at a rare and intact place.
There are some drugs of unknown composition, a device for detecting brain waves, and a restraint bed.
“You mean…” Lucien tried to think.
Since the Joker is a personality, he can naturally be treated through the means of treating schizophrenia.
“Use these to suppress the Joker’s personality and characteristics?”
Batman didn’t deny it.
“Will this work?” Lucian couldn’t help but question: “What’s the difference between this and ‘I’m thinking’?”
Batman picked up one of the bottles and explained:
“Chlorpromazine is suitable for patients with acute schizophrenia to treat symptoms such as hallucinations and delusions.”
“Clozapine is used to treat refractory schizophrenia and can suppress personality and ensure the dominance of the only personality.”
“This is repetitive transcranial magnetic stimulation, which stimulates specific areas of the brain through magnetic fields to relieve symptoms such as hallucinations and delusions. It is a very safe physical therapy method.”
“If the above does not work for you, electroconvulsive therapy will be initiated to free you from the Joker’s emotional control.”
He went on to give a detailed introduction in a concise and to-the-point manner, and Lucien understood that these were all treatment methods for hallucinations, personality, and emotions.
Before he could say anything, a laugh broke out from his teeth, and the clown said:
“Bat, I knew it, I knew it, you are worthy of being my nemesis, I knew it, I knew it… You want me to be resurrected in this body.”
“My dear, my other half, you can’t live without me, right? Haha…we should stay entangled like this forever…you think so too, right?”
right.
It is also possible that the main personality of Lucian is suppressed and the secondary personality of the Joker is released.
The pair of uneasy yellow-brown eyes stared into the goggles, but not a trace of emotion could be seen in them.
“Believe me.”
Batman said so.
When Batman says these three words, anyone who knows him will try to trust him.
Even though Lucien still suspected that he contained some elements of laughter.
Actually, he couldn’t refuse, could he?
Even if the Joker completely gave up control of the body, Lucien could not escape Batman’s control. Even if the Joker and Lucien reached a cooperation and the Joker controlled the body to resist, it would be of no avail.
That would only make them more embarrassed and ultimately fail to achieve their goal.
Lucien could only believe it.
He obediently lay down on the bed. The Joker occasionally resisted but was violently suppressed by Batman. Lucian felt the pain in his joints and was glad for his own wisdom.
“Honey, do you know what this looks like?” The clown laughed, “This is fun! Do you want to go to bed with me?”