Brandt miraculously said: Bruce even has an older brother.The salesman said angrily: It's a pity that he is a villain, when he was a child, he killed his parents and younger brother with the housekeeper, and when he grew up, he formed a criminal syndicate, which is really worthy of the stinking and corrupt blood of the Wayne family.In short, the world is upside down, and Brant has probably figured out the trick of understanding.Now this salesman lady who loves to talk and laugh can't be prepared in their world, and is a thief or a female gangster.Brant almost figured out the world, but the Joker fell into a great emptiness.There is no Batman in this world, only a villain, Night Stalker, and the little Batman Bruce he was thinking about died before he grew up.Is a Joker without Batman, still a Joker?
The Joker doesn't know, but he knows that this world without blues is boring and makes him just want to sleep.Are you sleepy?
Brant asked, looking at the listless clown.No, it's just too boring.The Joker couldn't lift his spirits and said: Earth without Batman is too boring.Let's find a chance to go home, I don't want to stay here.The clown finished speaking in a lack of interest, and before Brant and Omir could respond, a sudden explosion sounded outside the door.The salesman screamed, and although she trembled with fear, she hid behind the counter with the three little beans, standing motionless in front of them, blocking possible attacks.Almost the next second they hid, the glass door of the clothing store was shattered by bullets, and a tall man in a mask broke in.Stuff all the money in my bag!
The robber shouted.Just an ordinary robbery.The salesman breathed a sigh of relief, it's not that group of crazy people, it's better to deal with the robbers in their normal senses.After all, this is the most crime rate in Gotham in the United States, and robbery can happen three times a day on average.She forced herself to calm down and turned out all the cash in the drawer: it's all here, don't hurt us, you can take the money as you like.The robber was satisfied with her appearance, opened the bag, and began to fill the money, while the clothing store suddenly burst into laughter.The laughter of small children.Who's laughing?
The robber shouted angrily and fired a shot at the ceiling.The salesman's legs softened suddenly, and if he hadn't been holding on to the table, he would have almost been unsteady: Don't make a sound!
She whispered a warning to the children, only to find that none of the three had a look of fear on their faces.A sense of absurdity suddenly arose in the salesperson's heart.It's not that they are too young to be afraid, but these robbers with guns, in their eyes, I am afraid they are useless waste, not worth paying attention to.Sure enough, as if to confirm her guess, the child in the laughing ugly suit walked out with his hands behind his back and laughing.The robber pointed a gun at him and said: What are you laughing at!
The clown pretended to sigh: I laugh at you all cowards.The robber sneered, clearly enraged: I can prove with your flowering head who is a coward.But the clown didn't panic at all, and still had that hateful expression that pretended to be annoying: Huh?
He pretended to be surprised and said, "Isn't it because you are cowardly that you don't rob the bank with the most returns?"
The robber was poked in the center of the matter, and he was instantly annoyed and angry.Maybe they can't deal with superheroes and police, and they don't dare to rob the intricately complicated bank of the family forces behind them, but it's more than enough to deal with a little kid who doesn't have any hair.There is no problem with the robber's self-confidence, but only if that little kid is not a clown.The clown walked slowly into the robber and dug around in his newly bought small backpack: How about I give you a gift?
I remember it coming right here and he looked inside the backpack: Wow, there you found it!
As he spoke, he took out a pistol, and then from his small backpack, Shi Shiran took out a pistol.As it happens, I have your little toys too.The clown grinned and laughed weirdly.Omir, who was sitting cross-legged behind the counter, blinked in confusion: Is the clown sick again?
Brant didn't care much and said: He's not good at all, it's just that something is really wrong, he's been in control for three years, why did he suddenly become like this again?
Omir thought of something, and said a little suddenly: Are you angry?
Brandt asks: Angry at what?
Omir looked at him and said indescribably: Angry that there is no Batman Brant here: solve the case, this is indeed the normal brain circuit of the Joker, and it is indeed something he can do.The salesman squatted down tremblingly and joined their conversation: Aren't you worried?
Brant shook his head: Jack is much more self-controlled now, and the robbers shouldn't die.He noticed that he didn't say the clown, but said Jack.The salesman looked at him indescribably: I mean, aren't you worried about your friends?
Brant: Oh.He misunderstood.Omir said: Don't worry, Nepir can't suffer.The clown, of course, will not suffer, the robber's gun is pointed at his head, and his gun is pointed at the other side.He was still smiling and stimulating each other.Have you ever killed someone?
I don't think so, how dare a coward who doesn't dare to rob a bank kill someone?
Maybe your gun is a toy.The robber yelled angrily: Your gun is a toy, didn't you hear that I just fired a gun!
The clown innocently said: You are right, my gun is a toy, in this case, he slowly raised his lips, revealing his signature smile: Do you want to play a game?
The clown seemed to think it was a good idea and began to get excited: I'll count one, two, three, and we'll shoot at each other together.The robber interrupted him: Are you crazy?
The clown said: One.Robber: You wait, I don't play clown with you: Second robber: Crazy madman, I didn't promise you at all!
Joker: Three!
The index finger pulled the trigger without hesitation, and with the onomatopoeia in his mouth, a small red flag stretched out from the muzzle, which was ridiculous.The useless waste robber had already dropped his gun and squatted down with his head in his hands, and the clown looked at him and almost couldn't breathe with laughter.Brant walked out from behind the counter, looked at his father, who was angry at the robbers, and sighed and picked up the real gun that the robbers had thrown down.Forget it, Jack.Brandt said: A coward, you won't have enough fun playing with it.The clown wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and said distressedly: What can I do?
There are no small bats here.At this moment, a green figure walked in with an inflatable hammer.He had pale skin, purple hair, and sincere green eyes that looked straight at them, revealing a good-natured, exaggerated laugh.It's the Clown!
The salesman laughed and cried tears of joy.Brant looked at Clown, then at Joker, and picked up on his previous words: But here's Clown.I heard that there was a robbery here?
Laughing ugly strode in: Is it this funny big guy?
Huh?
His eyes swept over, and he suddenly noticed Xiao Douding next to him wearing the same combat uniform as him, which was almost a copy of him, and said in surprise: Oh my God!
Are you my bastard?
Clown:???
Brant: Poof.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※Chapter 69 How can there be such a brazen person in the world in Gotham City?
How dare you say that the famous clown is his son?
Wait, the clown held up a toy gun that spit out a small flag, and reacted in hindsight, this shameless man seems to be himself.What to do, no matter how you think about it, it's so angry!
The clown took back his gun, put his small backpack back, walked back to the counter with a small face, and walked back to the counter with a low air pressure, his hands were crossed, and he leaned back, leaving his face out of sight and out of mind.Brandt: I said, do you think?
Omir looked at him and let out a questioning monotone: Huh?
Brant picked up the previous words and said in a word: Jack has become naïve?
Omir reasonably speculated: Maybe because it became smaller, the mind also became smaller?
Brandt silently pointed at himself, and then at Omir: It's three people who have become smaller, okay, but we are all normal.Omir fell into deep thought, but he quickly realized that he had figured it out, and said firmly: I know.Brant looked at him expectantly.Omir said: Because there are clowns in this world.Kind of interesting, you continue.Brandt gestured to him with a look in his eyes.Omir really continued: Just like you, after the appearance of the more mature, stable and powerful half-me, I will subconsciously rely on it and abdicate to the role of a younger brother.Jack is now smaller, and Clown Man has become a taller and more mature existence, which can barely be counted as half of his body?
And then it becomes dependent, and then it abdicates to become a son, ahem, I think that's it, what do you think?
Brant: I think you're just looking for an opportunity to boast about being mature and stable as an older brother in disguise.The more Omir thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, but Brandt didn't bother to pay attention to him.But in fact, the Joker's thoughts are not as complicated as they think, and he is simply holding back.Four years ago, he never imagined that his son would turn all his fun into boring.What is the fun of clowns?
Batman?
Actually, this is not accurate.To be precise, the joy of clowns is to help others and help others.Trust me, it's really not a joke.The clown's thinking may be difficult for many people to understand, but it has his own set of logic.He thinks that everyone is standing on the edge of a cliff, with an abyss in front of and on the left and right.But the vast majority of people, who do not move forward or backward, do not move.And what the clown likes most is to help these hesitant people make choices, gently, gently nudge them.For example, putting on a double-sided makeup for Prosecutor Dante, showing Dr.
Quezel his seductive mind, and giving the little bat one gift after another of love.Lo and behold, it's simple.The reason why he likes Batman is also because this guy is obviously the same as him, but when he helps push it, he clutches the stone on the cliff and refuses to fall.The sudden frustration made the clown more and more excited, but now, his son ruined his little hobby.Everyone he pushed down was simply dragged up by Brandt, and he even turned his playground Arkham into an empty city.Such a cheating son, to be honest, the clown really doesn't want it much.It's boring, it's boring.Everyone else is perverted in silence, and the clown is negative and positive, but it looks normal.He went to the political arena to relieve his excess energy and depressed mood, and it is commendable that he has been doing well in the past three years.But all of this exploded today.There is another interesting episode in the Joker's life, he becomes smaller for unknown reasons, and he also comes to the multiverse.The clown is happy, and the clown is excited.However, before he could enjoy this kind of fun, he made a little trouble, and then found out that there was no Batman here, and he was a goddamn boring superhero in the parallel world.It's the funniest joke a clown has ever heard.The Joker's mentality collapsed and he fell into a state of autism.Brandt hesitated and said, "Do you think?"
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Omir looked at him again: What's the matter?
Brandt continued: What does the clown look like, like he is coquettish?
Omir: ???
He said incredulously: Maybe you should have a pair of glasses?
I mean, how do you see no, how did you come up with such a horrible thing out of thin air?
Don't you really think?
Brandt said unmoved: Now that I think about it, the Joker's abnormality is nothing more than learning that there is a strange Clown here, and there is no Batman to start.Omir said: So?
So, he's just playing coquettish with Batman.Brandt said: Without Batman, I won't play with you.This?
Omir tried to keep up with Brandt's train of thought: there was no Batman here, however.Brandt sadly came to the conclusion that we had a clown who couldn't get back to normal.It's a sad story.And what is even saddest is that just after the robbers were caught, they ushered in new troubles.An even bigger trouble.Boom!
A loud explosion rang out, followed by the collapse of the building and the screams of the crowd.There was a new riot outside the shop.Sooner or later, one day.The salesman's voice trembled, and he said angrily: Sooner or later, one day, Americans will be completely exterminated because of these damn endless criminals.Clown Man carried an inflatable hammer and looked at her with a laughing expression: Looks like you have a talent for telling jokes too?
He threw the sturdy robbers on the ground: I wish it wasn't the Syndicate, you know, they're too tough.The salesperson asked, "Are you leaving?"
Clown Man patted his clothes and said with a smile: Yes, yes, now Laughing Chou is going to fight the bad guys, and this little pity will be left to you to take care of.Clown said as he walked out of the store and rushed into the flames and screams.The salesperson first called the Gotham Police Station and found a sturdy-looking rope to secure the tied robber behind the counter.What are you doing here?
Omir asked curiously.The salesman kicked the robber and took the time to reply: I called the police, and when the situation here stabilizes, they will come and take over this guy.Brandt asked keenly: Are you leaving?
The salesman said as a matter of course: No one can guarantee that the war will not spread to the store, should I stay here stupidly and wait for death?
Not even my idol Clownman.She dragged a small bean dice in one hand and shouted at the autistic clown: There is a safe passage behind, I will take you to my house, follow closely and don't fall behind.