mousepad-d2 Chapter 92 Five Clowns
Chapter 92 Five Clowns
Chapter 92 Three Clowns
I am Chen Tao, and I am also Batman.
I recently discovered that in the universe I've traveled through, there seems to be more than one Joker.
I quickly guessed what the plot was.
Three Clowns
I had thought that the relatively obscure and poorly-finished Three Clowns magazine wouldn't be reflected in the reality of my life.
But I was wrong.
Gan.
Take a look at this file I found on the bat's computer.
Over the years, clowns have been kidnapping people throughout the city in an attempt to create a better clown, and they've made many people accept the compound.
Doctors, criminals, people from all walks of life—each is a potential candidate for a better Joker. Of course, aside from the three strongest, most Jokers are flawed, like these:
Clown #28. Codename: Surgeon.
Clown Number 6. Codename: Cult Leader.
Clown Number 8, codename Dentist.
Oh, now we need to add two more.
Clown #31, codenamed "Stargazer".
I tricked him into coming to the Tower of Venn, then threw him into the Lucius Shredder and shredded him to pieces.
And then there's this one, Joker Number 32. I hadn't decided on his codename before, but now I do.
Joker #32, codename: The Suicide Seeker.
He was a guy who wanted to die, seeing dying at Batman's hands as the beginning of Batman's downfall, and he was crazy about starting that "beginning" himself.
But none of them are key figures; they're all pawns. Having read the comics, I know very well who the most dangerous character is.
Clown #1: Criminal.
Clown #2: Laughing Guy.
Clown #3: The clown.
they.
While I'm guarding against Bain, I should also be guarding against them.
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A bright and sunny morning.
In one of the safest neighborhoods in Gotham City, a city known for its friendly and peaceful people, Laughing Man drove a large purple truck, humming a leisurely tune, and stopped in front of a cozy little house.
He got out of the car and opened the door.
"Hey, honey, I'm home!"
He hung his hat on the coat rack by the door and held his cane in his palm, its sharp tip gleaming coldly.
"Oh, hello there, darling."
The woman of the house forced a smile: "I didn't expect you to be back so early, but dinner is already ready."
"It smells really good."
"That's what Xiaoke said."
He walked around the table twice, quietly looking at the three takoyaki bowls on it.
The atmosphere was inexplicably somewhat somber.
"I'm so glad you're satisfied—"
But before the woman could finish speaking, the clown interrupted her: "Where's your son?"
The woman's body trembled.
"Oh, of course, I'll go get him right away."
She turned out of the living room as if fleeing and went up the stairs to the second floor, where the family's son was curled up.
"Honey? Your dad's back."
"I don't want to go down," the boy convulsed in fear.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, honey, you know if your dad comes home and we don't want to have dinner with him, he'll kill—it's very sad."
Tears welled up in the son's eyes.
"Why can't we just walk away?"
"Listen, I—I know it makes you angry that he's often not home, but he loves us deeply—he loves us deeply. Please come down for dinner, just for me."
The woman's calves were trembling.
"I couldn't keep him at the bottom of the stairs any longer."
"My dear son, the food is getting cold!" Xiao Ke's voice rang out.
The son came downstairs.
They returned to the living room together: "You're here, kids! I have so many amazing stories to tell you both; you'll never believe what I've been through this week!"
He said with great interest, "Son...why are you looking so gloomy?"
The woman quickly explained beside him, "He doesn't like octopus, that's all. He's always been very good, darling... honey."
"You've been very good? That's wonderful, son. Listen carefully, we need to relax your brow."
The clown said, "How would you tell the difference between triplets of octopuses that look very alike?"
"The answer is by touch, hahaha, you got it, right? Hahaha!"
The clown scooped up a spoonful of rice and then stuffed it into his mouth—
"What are you doing?"
The man's movements came to an abrupt halt.
The criminal's voice pulled him back to reality. Laughing Man saw a mannequin and a small pink teddy bear sitting on either side of him.
No wife, no children, it's all a dream.
He said with a sullen face, "I'm having dinner."
"Who are you eating with?" the criminal asked, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Myself," the laughing man replied. "Ha."
"Who else is there besides myself?"
The criminal walked around the table and put his hand on the dummy's shoulder.
"Don't touch her," Laughing Man told the criminal.
"..."
"There is no such thing as 'her'," the criminal said.
"There's no one but Batman."
He kicked the dummy to the ground: "One of them might already be dead, but you've bet on two more."
He said, "One was sent to deal with Bane and Batman's mess, and the other was sent to the Batcave to confirm whether the Joker was actually killed by Batman?"
"A brilliant idea."
The Joker, codenamed Criminal, said, "You bet on the strongest guys besides the three of us. That's a waste."
"You've only been in charge for such a short time, and you've already killed one of them. If the remaining two you send out also die, we'll have no one left to use."
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
The clown walked in.
"Oh dear? The meeting has already started? I hope I'm not late."
He walked up to the clown, codenamed Criminal, with a grin. Compared to Laugher and Criminal, he seemed more comical and also more vicious.
"If they all die, shouldn't it be my turn to go out and have fun?"
"Not necessarily, you madman," the Laughing Man replied. "Batman won't guess our purpose."
He said, "I don't believe Batman really killed one of us."
He repeated:
"I won't believe it unless I get concrete evidence."
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"Oh dear, poor Eddie, while all the other players from Arkham Asylum went to the party, why are you all alone here?"
The clown walked up to the door of the riddle man's cell.
"Does Batman not want to play with you?"
The riddle teller had no expression.
The clown continued:
"Oh, Eddie, Eddie, our little Eddie, you're always ten steps ahead of everyone else. Why don't you come out of that little room? There are so many things to do, so many things to say. We can team up again after all this time to find Batman!"
"You can find the access card in the leftmost drawer of the Bat computer."
The riddle teller told him.
"Come on," the clown said. "What's so fun about that? Let's play something more sophisticated."
"How long have you been locked up here! For God's sake, you're the Riddler, don't pretend you didn't plan your way out the first night you got here."
"I know you're much more capable!"
Thank you so much for the Qidian coins from the generous donors, sob sob.
(End of this chapter)