Chapter 109: “Suddenly Enlightened” (Ch 834862558)

“I think it’s the job of a winner to make a loser realize his mistakes.”
Jean Paul’s hand fell on Bruce’s eye sockets, as if he wanted to press them, but finally moved it to his ear and changed the subject.
“Have you had a good night’s sleep recently?”
Without waiting for an answer, he continued, “I thought the phantom pain wouldn’t torment you for so long… and, epilepsy, your epilepsy is too severe.”
Looking at Bruce’s brain exposed in the transparent instrument, he seemed to be wondering: “Did your brain tissue get damaged when the skull was cut?”
There was no response, so Jean-Paul let go of his hand and turned to look at Gotham through the glass: “Recently I discovered an old friend.”
“A coward who escaped twenty-eight years ago, a murderer who was responsible for countless crimes… your former enemy, a piece of trash.”
clown.
This is also the only super villain that Jean Paul has never met.
Ever since the Angel of Death temporarily replaced Batman, he has been dormant in Arkham Asylum. When Jean-Paul became the Saint Bat, this famous criminal king disappeared in Gotham City without any warning.
Jean-Paul originally planned to use the Joker’s blood to announce his return, but he couldn’t find anyone, so he had to use the death of Bane, who defeated Batman, instead.
This is also a knot in his heart.
“He is unexpectedly young and immature. Tell me, Bruce, will he give him the playing cards just like you gave me the cape?”
Jean Paul pulled a serrated knife from his belt and lifted Bruce’s chin.
“Don’t worry, he is not worth mentioning. I will win. Maybe you are at a disadvantage in your fight with the clown, but at least I will prove that your vision in choosing a successor is much better than his.”
The cold knife was close to Bruce’s left ear, the jagged blade cut back and forth, blood dripped…
“Ah——” Bruce screamed, but unfortunately his vocal cords were damaged to some extent, and his voice was even more hoarse than when he was Batman.
“I will give you the choice as always, Bruce. As long as you give me the most basic acknowledgement… I can end your suffering.”
The ear was cut off bit by bit and finally fell to the ground. Jean-Paul looked at the piece of meat with regret: “This is your last organ.”
After 28 years, Bruce seemed to be tortured to death, living miserably as a human pig, with glucose, blood, and excrement flowing in the tiny tubes behind him…
…
Lucian also sat on the ground, grabbed a handful of golden sand, and watched it slowly flow away in his hands.
Jack beside him stopped talking. He looked at the gun over and over again, taking it apart and putting it back together again, unable to let it go.
“Since there is nowhere to escape, I might as well be happy. Since there is no pure land, I might as well be calm. Since it didn’t go as I wished, I might as well let it go.” Lucien’s expression was calm and comfortable.
“That’s really a sudden enlightenment.” Jack snorted and laughed: “Now, you don’t even care whether you live or die?”
Lucian thought a lot. The concepts of “bad day”, “clown cluster” and “independent existence” kept circling in his mind. In the end, he just felt tired and bored: “Honestly, I think these are meaningless.”
…
This is what makes him the most difficult to match. After thinking about it, he is even willing to watch himself die.
“You are much crazier than me, dear.” Jack reached out to catch the scattered sand: “I even feel that I am not the crazy part of you, but the human part.”
“Tear me off, and you will be God, the Holy One, and Jesus who is willing to bear the cross.”
The man who was regarded as the Jesus of the modern age bent his legs, placed his hands on his knees, and lowered his chin. His green eyes blinked slowly, like a flat mirror.
“It’s invincible.” Jack gave a thumbs up.
Figuratively speaking, if the Joker is water, the others are dams, using various materials to resist the invasion and protect their village, while Lucian is a layer of oil. He lets the water run rampant and watches the village being flooded while he himself remains unscathed.
He even didn’t want to be that layer of oil and just wanted to be one of the drowned when the water came…but because of this attitude, his “oil” characteristic became more solid and firm.
“You have thought a lot and have taken some actions… At least in front of Catwoman, you acknowledged the identity of the Joker.”
“But this is meaningless.” Lucien was puzzled: “What if I become a clown? What if I don’t? What if I participate? What if I quit? What will happen if I die? What will happen if I live?”
Yes, he couldn’t empathize with himself and even found it difficult to understand his previous actions.
It can be said that the orders are changed every day.
Jack was silent for a long time, and finally said: “Set a goal for yourself, whether you are willing or not… I am really worried that one day you will feel that living is too tiring and decide to die.”
…
Jean Paul’s gaze fell back on Bruce’s painful and hideous face, and a smile appeared under the fully covered mask: “I will sacrifice my rule with the blood of the clown.”
“Bruce, I will prove myself right.”
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In a secret laboratory in Gotham, Tone stood in front of the instrument and looked at the naked body.
Brown eyes and hair, freckles on the face, Asian face.
——This is Jenny, or rather, Jenny’s clone.
After pressing the button, Jenny’s memories came back, and her eyes slowly brightened up.
“Are you okay?” Toni asked.
“……fine.”
From the very beginning, Jenny was a clone, and her memory was not stored in her brain, but refreshed in the chip in a timely manner, which ensured that she could live again after changing her body.
“Don’t show up in front of people from now on…especially stay away from the clown.” Tone handed her clothes and then cleaned up the table: “You are our weapon to control him.”
Jenny put on her clothes slowly and said nothing, which was considered as her consent.
Jenny brought Lucien a normal life, and didn’t Lucien also bring her a normal life?
She is just a clone, not a silicon-based life form, and she has her own subjective emotions.
“Those two children…”
“You know.” Toni sighed, “Because of the genetic defect, you can’t have children. They won’t survive anyway.”
Jenny stroked her flat belly: “What is the gender?”
“A man and a woman.”
Bruce and Selina.
Her expression softened. “Okay, I will just live here from now on… until someone comes looking for me again.”
Tone nodded, left her the communication device, and left.