Chapter 47 The Batman Who Laughs (Ch 829534224)

“How do you feel now?”
“I don’t feel anything.” Lucian looked at the building that had turned into a sea of ​​fire. “Actually, I’ve wanted to kill them for a long time…but why did you just watch and not do anything?”
The Riddler stretched his legs, revealing a green prosthetic limb on his left leg. He said sarcastically, “Who can’t do anything?”
“Oh – poor Edward who broke his leg trying to escape from the Joker~”
“These are just legs. Your hands can still hold a gun.”
The Riddler laughed twice in mockery, took off his green gloves, revealing his green-dyed mechanical hands: “What kind of person can’t use a gun?”
“Poor Edward lost a hand trying to escape from the Joker~”
Lucien looked at his disabled appearance and began to doubt the clown’s intention in sending him here.
It certainly couldn’t be force, after all, the Riddler’s hands and feet were not intact…
It can’t be just to give Lucien a smart brain.
…
The Joker once looked at him: “You are not smart.”
Lucian: “…”
…
“Who’s the best free babysitter?” The Riddler obviously guessed what he was thinking.
“It’s the Joker,” Lucien replied.
After the Joker disappeared, Lucien realized to what extent this super villain cared about him.
…
The Riddler was driving, using his fake leg to step on the accelerator and his real hand to adjust the car stereo.
“Life’s not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman”
Life is not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman.
“You only call her a bitch because she won’t let you get that pussy”
You call her a bitch just because she won’t let you have your way.
“None Shall Pass by Aesop Rock.” He turned his head to see Lucien swaying to the melody. “How about it? Do you like it?”
“No.” Lucien opened the car window, leaned his arm on it, and looked outside.
In Gotham today, all he could see was poverty and desolation.
“Oh, then you have really no taste…if your senior was here, he would rock with me.”
Lucian himself had no feelings for the Joker, and he did not volunteer to be in this position. The Riddler’s words could not arouse any desire to compete with him, and he just responded expressionlessly:
“Indeed, he will remove your prosthetic hands and feet and use them as drumsticks to play for you a performance…” He paused: “Why Edward Has No Hands or Feet.”
Edward himself without arms or legs: …
…
Lucien felt the car speed up suddenly, and the wind mixed with moisture hit his face randomly.
He rubbed his face silently and continued his previous train of thought:
Why is it that the clown found intelligent helpers to deal with the laughter?
Wouldn’t it be easier to have Superman deal with the laughter remotely?
Lucien tapped his chin and followed the clown’s line of thought.
Finding help means that laughter is beatable.
If we don’t resort to force, it would either be a waste of talent or there would be no chance of winning… 99% of the time there would be no chance of winning.
The smartest one he left for Lucien, and the smartest one told Lucien to become a clown.
The noise inside the car was deafening and the scenery outside was speeding.
Suddenly a dark figure appeared, but disappeared before Lucian could react.
He leaned his head out of the car window and looked back, but saw nothing.
But a mysterious premonition told Lucien that it was a wild laugh.
…
Crazy Laugh also wants him to be a clown, why?
…
“Come to think of it, I’m the least injured among them.” The Riddler said with a sigh, “You don’t know how they died. Each one was more spectacular than the other.”
Lucien looked at him and motioned for him to continue.
“Bane was being injected with venom to keep him alive while all his blood was being drained… When he died, it was almost just a skeleton covered with skin.”
“Catwoman’s joints were broken on the rooftop and she fell into the arms of the statue, with broken bones all over her body and she bled to death.”
“Killer Croc tied his hands and feet, skinned him and put him in a leech pit… I don’t know how long he lasted, but when I saw him, he was already submerged.”
“The Two-Face was…” The Riddler was still babble-ing, but Lucian had already looked away, as he couldn’t bear to listen any more.
Was this done by the Joker?
Lucien fell into a strange mood.
He was unable to bring his impression of the harmless and considerate clown into the Riddler’s words.
The Joker is not a person who likes killing, nor is he someone who pursues cruelty. He prefers dramatic transitions rather than bloody massacres.
Lucien listened calmly to the horrific deaths one after another, and did not think that any of them were the work of the Joker.
Such torture of victims and ritualistic behavior make him look like a serial killer in the popular sense.
The Joker is a lunatic, not a murderer.
This style is more like…
Someone who has a special connection with them, hates them to the core, and has a careful and rigorous plan.
For example…The Batman Who Laughs.
…
How could it be a wild laugh? He couldn’t possibly travel back in time.
Lucian sneered at his own thought, and sneered, but as he laughed he could no longer laugh.
Why doesn’t this -22 universe follow the original plot?
Why did the Joker turn into a laughing maniac even without the knife?
Why do all the super villains except the Riddler die?
…
But if the Riddler survived the laughing ritualistic slaughter…
Lucian turned his gaze towards the Riddler and said jokingly:
“I don’t know the roads of Gotham. That means even if you took me to Arkham Asylum, I wouldn’t know it until I saw the sign for it.”
The Riddler looked at him in surprise, and after a moment’s thought, he understood Lucien’s concerns: “I am the Riddler, and I am a super villain… that is a maniacal laugh.”
He asked incredulously, “Why do you think I would turn to him to lure you into a trap? Wouldn’t it be more direct and convenient for me to just shoot you when I broke into your house?”
“…It’s hard to say.” Lucian did not hide his doubts:
“You locals all have a sense of ritual that I can’t understand.”
The Riddler groaned, then stepped on the brakes, stopped in the middle of the road, and looked at him: “Perhaps I should say something now to gain your trust?”
Then he sighed: “You really look like Batman, kid.”
Lucian shook his head slightly: “There is no signal here. I can’t locate and see the distance, let alone.”
He looked out the window at the bumpy road. “If this is a strategy of the Laughing Man, I can’t put up any effective resistance. Just drive.”
The Riddler stepped on the accelerator with his prosthetic foot and started again: “Okay, I swear in the name of Edward the Riddler…”
The car went through a rough road. When I got off at Lucian, I looked up and saw a line of English:
“The Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane”
Elizabeth Arkham Criminal Asylum
“You know, I am poor Edward with broken arms and legs now.”