Chapter 62: The Joker and Batman’s Second Collaboration (Group Photo) (Ch 830381640)

Lucian can be said to be asking a question even though he already knew the answer.
What’s up Bruce?
Besides the bowling ball rolling around in the alley, there was also the owl that took the blame.
But he still looked at him with sincere and questioning eyes, lowering his head slightly, letting his hair cover part of his cheeks, making him look more harmless.
“I want to work with you,” Bruce said.
“Of course.” Lucian smiled. “I owe you this.”
He gave a thumbs up to his own character.
“Information about the Court of Owls.” Bruce stated his needs.
Lucian did not hide it, he was satisfied with it – it meant that the blame was really passed on.
“The Court of Owls has existed longer than Gotham. Don’t ask me why. If you saw the structure of the court, you would think so too.”
“The people who control us we call the White Masks…are they Gotham’s high society, Wayne? I’m not sure if there are any in there, you know, the tools are not allowed to know the identity of the master.”
“The court exists in the sewers of Gotham. Of course, I don’t know the way to get there. I don’t have most of the paths involving the court, just like Winifred. I can’t show abnormality in those involved, so I don’t know which ones are real… As for the sphere of influence, important people in the entire upper class are basically involved with it, which is why I chose to appear in the public eye and plead guilty.”
“I’m just a good shooter. I can’t beat those claws. In order to prevent being caught, as long as my aura as a celebrity criminal still exists… as long as I haven’t actually gone to prison, I’m safe.”
“Of course it is. If you want to use me, this is the dilemma you have to face, but I also have an idea – either you can refuse to prosecute me, or deny my identity as a murderer. You know, you are the only eyewitness.”
“…I will help you, please rest assured, at least until you stop hating me, I will help you.”
…
Lucien was very satisfied with the character he created.
A pitiful, responsible man who is deeply trapped in the control of the court and suffers for killing.
Although each of the words does not correspond to him personally.
But this does win him more favor than his original personality.
…
Lucien looked at Bruce’s back as he left and smiled slightly.
“See you later!”
He covered himself with the blanket again, closed his eyes, and prepared to continue his beautiful dream.
The stinging pain of the squirming flesh woke Lucian up again.
“Oh no, you can’t do this.” He opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him with some grievance: “I just won’t die, not that I can’t feel pain.”
Wayne’s butler blew away the smoke from the muzzle of his gun and spoke in a standard British voice, polite and gentlemanly:
“Sir, if you dare to play tricks, the sulfuric acid pool will satisfy you.”
…
Looking at Alfred’s satisfied back as he left, Lucian lay back down angrily.
He was beginning to doubt now.
How many bullets will I get shot at in the future?
————
Lucian has always had a good temper… at least he could be considered tolerant and generous until his defense was broken.
The only ones who have broken through his defense so far, besides the clowns, are the wimps who keep surrounding themselves.
Now there’s one more person…
Lucien looked gloomily at the liquid shot onto the ground, then looked towards the person next door who was still laughing loudly.
This was the first time he looked at this man squarely: he was black, sturdy and had a face full of flesh, fitting the traditional image of a bad guy.
“Hahaha, cousin! Cousin!” The people next door banged on the fence, looked at him and laughed wildly.
Lucien realized that his overly gentle appearance might lead him into a situation similar to bullying.
He closed his eyes and put away the smile that had been on his lips.
If nothing is done, tomorrow the liquid will not be sprayed onto the ground near the wall, but onto his body.
Brock opened the door, swept the white liquid on the ground and said nothing. He was not like Gordon, who had nowhere to go for justice. He was more content with his own gray area, and it was difficult for Lucian to get help from him.
They walked around the iron railings and went out, and the black man chased them from inside. He followed their rapid movements through the fence:
“Haha! Don’t think I don’t know! You bitch! Who is sleeping with you at night?!”
“I knew that people who look like you deserve to be severely humiliated!”
After being blocked by the cage, he grabbed the bars and tried to squeeze his face out, cursing:
“I love you guys so much! I know you, honey, you can’t wait to enjoy my…”
…
Maybe he should have his thing cut off?
Or maybe he should find a few people to give him some pleasure?
Lucien answered Brock’s questions absentmindedly while thinking.
“I saw what happened just now.” Brock put down the pen in his hand and spoke suddenly. Gordon next to him was a little confused, but did not show it.
Lucian raised his eyebrows and said lazily, “What do you think, Mr. Officer?”
“I can move you to a solitary cell,” Bullock said.
“Oh, really? Thank you very much.” Despite saying this, Lucien was not very interested.
“So, maybe you want to get revenge on him? I can give you a plan to get into his cell.” Brock clenched his hands into fists and rested them on his chin.
Lucian raised his eyelids and smiled: “I’m afraid Mr. Police Officer doesn’t know about this. In fact, this is our hobby.”
“I guess you’ve also heard from Ms. Winifred that I like the same sex.”
…
Lucien didn’t want the police to intervene in this matter, not only because of the unspoken rule of prisoners to establish their authority, but also because he would be subjected to more severe and disgusting retaliation in private corners that could not be seen by the police.
Moreover, if he is protected by the police’s intervention, it also means that when he chooses to retaliate, the black man will also be protected.
So he smiled and said, “Mr. Officer, you have to understand that this is just a hobby between two people with the same view of love.”
…
Under Brock’s meaningful gaze, Lucian returned to the cell.
No one has yet to clean up that pool of white liquid. As time goes by, it becomes more and more viscous and drier, and more and more disgusting.
Lucien took a quick glance and found that the black man next door was sleeping. After thinking about it carefully, he understood.
Perhaps at night Wayne would use his power to move nearby criminals to other cells, which would also cause them to lack sleep at night.
When they filed back to their original place, they naturally found Lucian sleeping soundly. The black man also carried out his revenge during this period of time.
Lucian sat closest to him, staring at the black man’s sleeping face. The three bullets that fell into his hands as a result of being shot were spinning around, making crisp sounds when they collided.