Chapter 41 From Now On, Call Me a Clown (Ch 829216727)

Bat Light…
This was the first time Lucian had seen the legendary bat lantern since he traveled through time.
Just as he remembered, the beam of light from the Gotham Police Department was projected onto the clouds, becoming an entity that could be named the Gotham Moon.
But it also made him wonder inwardly.
Is it the Bat Family that lights it up? Or is it Laugh-Maniac?
Although the latter is unlikely…but there are some people who you want to put the blame on no matter whether they did it or not.
…
“Here’s all my makeup, what are you going to do with it?”
At Lucien’s request, Julie led him to the dressing table.
Powder puffs, eye shadow, lipstick, false eyelashes, blush… they were arranged a little messy, which made Julie a little nervous.
Lucian didn’t care about such details. He bent down and opened a few to try the colors. He was quite satisfied, so he said:
“I’ve thought about what the Joker Gang lacks in killing them… It doesn’t lack a popular base, a programmatic goal, or a spiritual symbol. Even if it is destroyed in the future, its vitality is terrifyingly strong. I think… it lacks an enemy.”
“An enemy of the same level or even higher… It’s like the catfish effect. Putting its natural enemy, the catfish, into a school of sardines can enhance their vitality.”
“Kill the Joker Gang. It lacks nothing. It only lacks the energy to break free from Luthor and abandon what does not belong to it.”
“I believe that if you want to activate your own activity in an organization, you have to create a goal to pursue.”
“My target for it is – the clown.”
Yes, the long dead clown.
But after successfully disguising himself as the Joker and killing Batman in a hallucination, Lucian seemed to have abandoned something.
He sat on the stool and looked at himself in the mirror.
As mentioned before, he looks very similar to the Joker, the only differences being his eye color, hair color, and whether or not he smiles.
But now, Lucien’s eyes and hair have turned into the same color as the Joker, and even the length of his hair has gone beyond the awkward period, becoming infinitely identical to the Joker.
As for laughing…
Lucian recalled the clown illusion that had always accompanied him, and slowly revealed a sharp smile:
“I’ll be the clown.”
“Become the natural enemy that kills the Joker Gang, help it progress, and enhance its vitality… Just like a wolf outside the flock of sheep, let the sheep make the next move according to my ideas.”
Lucien didn’t mind telling Julie all his thoughts, and he would need Julie’s help next.
“in addition……”
Lucien applied white powder on his face, used a makeup brush to create a dark color in his eye sockets, and then used dark red and bright red lipstick to draw a smile at the corners of his mouth.
“I need something else now…”
Julie stared at his reflection in the mirror, stunned for a moment before asking, “What?”
“I need a purple swallowtail or long suit…purple may be a little hard to find, black or gray will be fine too.” Lucian put his face close to the mirror and looked at himself, and was quite satisfied.
Julie took out a long gray suit and a pair of black leather shoes from another room. These seemed to be the clothes of her boyfriend who was unknown whether dead or alive.
Thinking of this, Lucien asked, “Is your illusion standard to imagine that your boyfriend does not exist?”
Julie’s face turned pale. “I’m not sure… I thought my boyfriend was dead a year ago for some reason… But in fact, he is still by my side. I know that we still sleep in the same bed every day…”
“But I always feel that my boyfriend is dead. Many times it is difficult for me to change my mind and see clearly what is reality and what is an illusion.”
“And now?”
A smile appeared on Julie’s pale face: “After killing him, I feel much better.”
Lucien paused after taking the clothes, looked at her unexpectedly, and said without comment, “I want to change clothes, do you still want to stay here?
“Well… I don’t mind, but are you sure?”
Julie withdrew swiftly.
The more people emphasize something, the more they lose it… Maybe Lucien does care, after all, he is still a little virgin who has never experienced the beauty of a power strip.
Lucien was taking off his clothes while thinking about what Julie had just said. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that she was sick.
Lucian accidentally glanced at the mirror and was surprised at how thin he was. His ribs were arranged in rows and the distribution of his bones could be seen at the joints.
But the amazing thing is that his face still has some fleshiness, and his strength is not weakened by long-term malnutrition, but is at the level of a normal man, or even stronger.
This is also the biggest reason why Lucien didn’t realize that he was too thin.
After changing his clothes, Lucien stood in front of the mirror, recalling the appearance of the hallucinatory clown, and put on a smile that was not very big but sarcastic enough.
“How could I possibly become a laughing, crazy, unwelcome, unhygienic psychopath?”
Lucien remembered his past complaints about the clown and couldn’t help but smile.
…
I am Julie, a rather unlucky person in Gotham. When I rescued my idol and brought him home with trepidation, I never thought that what I would see when I pushed the door open would be this scene that made my eyes go dark.
“Good girl, look here.”
A soft and silky voice, without a hint of harshness.
Julie recognized that it was Lucian’s voice, so she looked over without any precautions, and was facing the dark muzzle of a gun. She felt that this was so familiar, just like the scene when they first met.
But she soon noticed that the one holding the gun was…
clown.
She choked slightly.
Exactly the same appearance and expression. If Julie hadn’t seen Lucien’s makeup process with her own eyes, she would really have thought that the Joker was resurrected.
But even though she knew, she couldn’t help but smile – what if the idol and the clown were the same person?
What if that death was just a fake death by the Joker?
Just when Julie couldn’t hold it anymore, the “Joker” took the initiative to put down the gun and smiled comfortingly: “Okay, I’m kidding, don’t be afraid, the Joker is really dead.”
Julie breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was sure that the clown would never have such a smile on his face.
If Lucien knew what she was thinking, he would refute her – he would, especially when the clown was ready to deceive people, he had no moral integrity at all. Lucian was deceived by his gentle and harmless appearance and was left with nothing.
Who would have thought that the clown pulled his crotch and pretended to pee, but in fact he wanted to force Lucien to take the initiative to become the main personality and face the laughter.
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Gotham’s signal tower has been under repair, and the few signals that are available are basically supplied to places like the Diamond District and the Upper East Side. It can be considered that there is basically no signal in Berlelai.