Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Chapter 379

Once again, the Joker has escaped from Arkham Asylum - which is hardly news in Gotham.

So people just panicked for a while step by step, the police officers deliberately increased the patrol density, the gangsters deliberately confused for a while, and then, everything returned to normal.

"This is so boring," the clown said in the live camera, grunting. "Are you all tired of the clown's jokes? It's a shame because I like my jokes. My jokes are always funny - no one Laughing." He shook his head nervously, and announced in his eerily inflected, morbid tone, "There must be something wrong with this city."

"And I'm always keen." He laughed with delight.

Batman keeps his eye on the Joker in the video - the guy is back to his craving, silly live stream, but this time he's not playing with his favorite "I hid bombs in XXX, XXX, and XXX" line Look for the game, but spread out its arms triumphantly and gleefully:

"I've got a wonderful hostage! A lovely little girl! Definitely one of the best hostages I've ever had... She's no match for Robin... Ah, my lovely little birds , miss your uncle clown?"

He was smacking his lips intoxicated, and his dirty makeup and grotesque tone also seemed to be radiant - what a contradiction - he was indeed a clown with great acting skills, and through the thick paint, every expression of his So exquisite.

"They should give you an award." So someone said, a very pleasant voice, a girl's voice, a voice outside the camera, "Oscar, Golden Globe, Palme d'Or, Golden Bear, BAFTA... Why do these awards have 'gold'?"

"Oh!" The clown opened his eyes wide. "It seems that our lovely hostage lady is a bit lonely... Come on, dear Harley, point the camera at her, and point at our hostage lady—"

"My name is Rebecca," said the hostage lady.

The camera turned to focus on her, and magnified her face thoughtfully, so people all over the world—people all over the world who were watching the malicious live broadcast from the clown gasped—

A girl is handcuffed to a wall in a pose like Christ on the cross.

She looked fifteen or sixteen, seventeen or eighteen, or nineteen, and the oldest was twenty.Her black hair was tied into a high ponytail, revealing her full forehead, slender eyebrows, high nose bridge and rosy lips, as well as those big eyes and elegant facial contours.

Her eyes are like a shallow sea that changes color, sometimes blue like the sky, sometimes green like seaweed.

Her face looks like... her face looks like...

"Why don't you tell everyone your full name? Little guy? Be polite and introduce your full name when you introduce yourself." The clown raised his voice cheerfully, "Come on, tell our audience: what's your last name?"

"I have two surnames." The hostage lady said, she struggled to move her body, the emeralds on the handcuffs shone brightly, "But I think what you want to hear is - my surname is Al.【 Al]."

"What a lucky day! Audience friends!" The clown happily brought his head closer, and Harley immediately zoomed in and included both the clown and Rebecca in the shot, "Look at my new cutie! Superman— - daughter!"

He looked almost insane.

But he always looked like he was going crazy with joy.

The seven giants of the Justice League who were anxiously discussing how to deal with it froze, and all eyes were on Superman.

...Superman's eyes widened innocently.

Under the astonished eyes of his colleagues, he hesitated and said, "I...you know, I don't have a daughter."

The clown has already started asking questions.

"Tell me, dear, who is your mother?"

"I don't have a mother."

"She's dead? Oh—"

"When I say I don't have a mother, I literally mean 'I don't have a mother'."

The clown watched her with interest.

"I have two fathers."

"Sounds like a long story! I love stories!" cheered the Clown. "Tell me!"

"It's a short story. Lex Luthor created me with his genes and Superman's genes," Rebecca said, blinking wearily.

"...oh," said Superman, "I think I get it."

The other six giants of the Justice League looked at each other, and finally agreed that this was a very likely answer.

They missed a little bit of the show, but that's okay.

"...The sole purpose of my birth is to become a weapon against Superman—of course, Lex has tampered with my genes. He wants me to have some qualities that are similar to him but opposite to Superman." Laura Say to the clown, "Do you think he failed in the end—or did he succeed?"

"I'm the one asking the question!" the clown protested.

But he was immersed in Rebecca's question almost the second after the protest was over.

"Is this a multiple-choice question? Sweetheart?" He carefully examined Rebecca's expression, shaking his body nervously, "Multiple-choice question? Trap question?"

Rebecca stared at him for a moment.

She looks like a lovely little girl.

But honestly, when she and the clown look at each other, no one thinks she is very cute.

"—he succeeded." The clown grinned, showing a ferocious and funny smile, "He succeeded, right?"

"Papa thinks I'm his failed creation. Because I'm weak, kind, and stable. I've never shown any interest in death and killing, and I've never shown any malice toward daddy," Laura whispered, "I'm daddy's palm. The little girl I'm from - I mean it. The first time we met I struggled to fall off the transport plane and daddy caught me. I was in his palm."

The Big Six looked at Superman in unison again.

"I don't...I don't know what she's talking about! I don't!" said Superman. "I've never seen her."

"You mean," Batman said in a low voice, "she's lying?"

"Very likely," Wonder Woman said.

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

"I think so."

"She doesn't look like she's lying...well, second."

Rebecca suddenly changed her voice and said happily:

"This is my favorite game ever! Jumping out of a plane, using no protection, I'm a girl, and half of my genes are human, so I'm born flawed, at least for pure Kryptonians I'm crippled. I can't fly - so daddy will fly over and catch me so I don't get hurt."

"—you can feel how soft his fingers are when you actually touch him." Laura said, "He is always carefully controlling his strength, not just the moment he catches me. He In controlling the strength to get along with me, I am a strange, weak, girl who needs protection, he doesn't know how to get along with me, I can feel his surprise and hesitation when I hug him, when he controls me — oh, how, how discreet and soft he is, always trying to find a measure of my comfort, how hard he works — he's so sweet and charming."

"What a story." The clown giggled, "but you haven't finished the story yet, have you?"

That sweet, happy expression suddenly faded from Rebecca's face: "But he's so cute and charming, it just makes me want to kill him even more."

Superman: "..."

Superman: "I think we need to start a rescue operation."

"It doesn't matter, the clown didn't hold anyone hostage this time, he only captured your daughter." Batman said grimly, "We just need to rescue her alone—the clown just wants to laugh at our incompetence."

"She's not...well," said Superman.

"But at the same time I love him even more," Rebecca said.

"I want to hurt him, and I want to be hurt by him. I want to hurt him, but I want to be controlled by him."

"Papa's experiment was successful. My sensory and emotional systems are indeed distorted. I really hate Superman as he thought..." Rebecca pondered the word hate, with a subtle smile on her face. "But to me, hate is as wonderful as love."

"I will always want to hurt daddy, but I will never hurt him - not hurting him is against my nature, it makes me feel anxious and painful all the time - but anxious and painful are like candy to me Just as sweet."

"...you completely stole my thunder." The clown began to sigh, and when he finished he clapped his hands hilariously, "you completely, utterly stole my thunder—but I love you My story! Go on, Rebecca! Go on!"

"No more stories," said Rebecca lazily.

She suddenly asked the clown: "Will you kill me? Will you? Or will you force me to kill you? I know you, I know your favorite choice game - I have actually imagined this scene many times , to be caught by you, to be tortured by you, to be tortured by you, to me, all the choices you give will be wonderful."

"If I die, daddy will suffer from it. If I kill you, he will suffer from it too," Laura said, "And his pain is so sweet, I can't even tell which option The results are even better..."

"Sweetheart, you've really given me a problem." The clown rolled his eyes. "You're a total lunatic—much crazier than my dear Lex, and you enjoy chaos as much as I do."

"Maybe." Rebecca pondered, and she suddenly showed a sly smile, "Friendly reminder, kryptonite doesn't have a strong effect on me. Kryptonite will increase my strength, which is just the opposite of dadyy. The magic defense is also very high - only the red sun can kill me, it's not difficult for you to get the red sun, right?"

The clown was taken aback.

Rebecca jerked off the handcuffs holding her.

At the moment that the camera couldn't capture, she easily subdued everyone, including the clown, Harley and those fans who didn't know where the clown got it.

The camera was still on, but Rebecca didn't care.

She twisted the handcuffs that locked her into a ball and stuffed them into the clown's mouth.

She raised her head and looked into the distance——

"I can hear his voice. He's so surprised. His heart is beating faster and faster." Rebecca said, "Don't be too surprised, Superman, I'm from a parallel world, in a way, me and you Totally irrelevant."

"There's a lot of kryptonite here, so I guess you won't come right away." Rebecca kicked the clown lightly. "Daddy always sends me to a parallel world. He won't let me in his own world." Don't stay too long, and don't let me get too close to him."

"I always wanted to ask him if he knew about my little problem," she said, "but I couldn't ask."

"Although I have countless opportunities for self-satisfaction, although it is very pleasant for me to choose either... But I will not do that." She said, looking at the clown, "Huh? You ask me why? You What a pair of talking eyes."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, daddy will never send me to the same parallel world for the second time, so it doesn't matter if I say it."

"Of course it's because... Well, sometimes I feel that the reason makes my whole life sad." Laura sighed, brushing her hair and crushing the hairpin, "Because I long to be controlled, Desperate to be ordered. Because I'm weak, obsessive, and want to obey."

Lola took a few steps forward, staring dreamily ahead, a smile appeared on her face - her body began to disappear, and she seemed to hold someone's hand.

"I don't even know if I love myself. I don't even know if I have the emotion of 'love'."

"But I love daddy, I love him more than I love myself."

"—it's in my nature," she said, gazing straight ahead and smiling dreamily.

"—it's in 'our' nature."

The author has something to say:

In this chapter, the world that Lola travels through is the parallel world in "Anti-Hero Lola".

She left, and then Lola came across to this world.

I wrote it quite clearly, it should be _(:з」∠)_

The hilarious plot originally planned was omitted in the middle. How should I put it, Rebecca's hilarious character design is a bit sad.