Before Luthor's return, Mosie had a hard time, and she should not expect any good wine in the house.The cheapest strawberry champagne, with a mediocre taste and a high degree of power, is a favorite of alcoholics, and many people choose it to swallow sleeping pills when they commit suicide.It is said to make the breath of a dead corpse fragrant, but I don't know if it's true or not.The Joker only took a sip, and the scars at the corners of his mouth, which were always upturned, bent downward, becoming the same as Batman, obviously dissatisfied with the wine.At this time, the sound of flushing water also came from the bathroom, and the corpse girl walked out with a relaxed hand: "Hey, sweetheart, reconcile with your friend?"
I thought there was a chance to break his secretary's spine and strip her naked for a photo. ”"Hehe, a good joke, using the good memories that happened in the past as a hindrance, it will never go out of style."
The clown was overjoyed, and then suddenly changed his face, and put the wine glass into her hand with an impatient expression: "But I'm talking about business here, you go to the side to play." ”"Okay, my big baby, how about I order a pizza for you first?"
Do you eat cherry flavor?
Or are they grape eaters?
”The woman walked to the couch and bent down to kiss the clown, and when she turned away simply, she asked with a smile as if she had suddenly remembered."
Grapes, they have to be black grapes, because that's dark enough!
Hahahaha" The clown was happy again, his body on the sofa twisted and rolled, laughing and clapping.He likes his new assistant, he doesn't just listen to jokes, he tells jokes, and he's always been satisfied these days that he's much better than Hallie, and he doesn't want to go shopping, he doesn't ask for this or that, and he doesn't ask so much why."
Alright, tell me how you got back, right?
Don't talk about philosophical questions, talk about what really happened. ”As Luthor watched the women go about their business, he interrupted the clown's revelry and put his glass back on the coffee table.He can't get used to drinking this kind of, industrial alcohol mixed with flavor?
Made in Gotham?
Even the hybrid bodies of Martians can't stand it.The clown gasped and lay on the couch, his white-gloved hand on his forehead: "I woke up on the beach in Hawaii to find a seagull pecking at my belly button" "This is the beginning?"
”Luthor gestured for a pause, wanting to know how the dead Joker had come back to life, while still leaving a body in the Batcave.The man with a smile kicked his leg and rolled over: "This is my new origin story, believe it or not, I woke up on the beach anyway, and a seagull was pecking at the eye on my ass" "No, wasn't it still my navel just now?"
”Luthor looked skeptical, assuming that the madman was making up a story."
How did you become so much of a person?
Does it matter which eye it is?
”The clown smiled and squeezed his eyebrows, he quickly rubbed his two hands, performing the action of twisting the seagull's neck: "Anyway, I woke up and suddenly remembered that my game with Batman was not over yet, so I immediately left the beach and went to the side of the road to buy two drinks, super large glasses, and by the way, killed the owner of the cold drink truck and hid it in his freezer, which is a warm-up exercise after getting up."
Got the joke?
Freezer, warm up, hehe" Luthor didn't want to laugh at all, the joke of the clown is probably appreciated only by a madman, he thinks he is still a normal person.The clown, who laughed for a while, didn't care either, and continued: "Then I hit the road, Sprite in my left hand and Coke in my right, and suddenly!
I felt a little itchy in the back of my head, and I felt like I needed an assistant, someone who could help me scratch my head when my hands were busy, so I found her. ”As he spoke, he pointed to the woman who was calling to order a meal not far away, and the other party also pouted and kissed back."
What's her name?
Harley Quinn?
Female clown?
”This was the first time that Luthor had looked at that woman, and anyone who could be favored by a clown would not be easy."
You're still like that, you don't have any imagination at all."
The clown sighed, as if disappointed in him: "Her previous name doesn't matter anymore, anyway, when I saw her, she was killing people and still crying."
That's not good, it's a good thing to be happy to kill someone, and you should laugh, so I helped her out and named her 'Laughing Point', because she always makes me laugh. ”The dust had settled in the living room, and only a puddle of blood on the ground still exuded a faint fishy smell."
This information doesn't have much reference value for me, and it doesn't represent anything more than proving that your existence is an anomaly in the world."
Luthor pressed his fist to his chin with a slightly disappointed expression on his face, expecting the Joker to discover more in these days.Is it true that there is no other progress?
Or is he deliberately hiding something?"
Then let's do it, you were going to deal with the Laughing Bat before I came, right?
Ah, that funny second-rate imitator, no one like him. ”The clown trembled again, his floral shirt was pulled and pulled by him, wrapped tightly around his body, and even smiled is our consensus, and I happen to have a new way to play, want to try?
”Luthor didn't answer directly, he just stood up calmly, which represented his attitude.No matter how much you say, it's better to act now.At the same time as a Joker walks into Luther's secretary's apartment, Gotham, inside the Arkham asylum.Although the sound of firecracker-like gunfire in the city has gradually subsided, the residents of the city have not been affected much.In a cell deep underground, a scrawny man is banging his head against a wall with a glazed gaze."
Knock, knock, knock" He didn't hit hard, but it was very regular, as if he was counting the passage of time.There was a little light in the corridor outside the iron door, which was rare in the dark, but the various ghosts and wolves howling in the corridor still made this fellow obviously insane.Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes wide open as his head was still a few millimeters from the wall.As if he had heard something, or had suddenly come to his senses, he crawled quickly from the ground on all fours, trying to get out of the door.Unfortunately, it was too late, and before his dirty hands could touch the cold metal, he suddenly retched, and with a violent cough, misty blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.He fell to his knees, his hands scratching his chest vigorously, the chest of the hospital gown torn to tatters, and he could vaguely see something alive moving in his chest, even pushing the bones out of shape.The meat bag went all the way up and appeared in the mouth, and it was a sarcoma, a very large sarcoma, which was clearly alive and wanted to come out of the patient's mouth.The situation that did not conform to common sense appeared in the next second, and the patient was like a python, and his upper and lower jaws were opened to an extremely exaggerated degree, making this sarcoma bigger than a basketball squirt out of his mouth.When the patient spit it out, he collapsed in the corner of his cell as if relieved.Still, he seemed to know what it was, and his whole body trembled violently, huddled as far as he could, clinging to the wall."
Don't, don't," he said.But the blood-stained sarcoma is not obedient, it is like a small leather ball, bouncing on the ground, spinning rapidly, throwing blood everywhere.After a dozen seconds, it suddenly stopped, and gradually melted into a pile of red mud, and a strange figure slowly rose from the mud, as if it had been drilled out from under the floor.The strange man was covered with a membrane, and he was tearing it from the inside with all his might, using his face to top it, and his facial features were as funny as a person in stockings, but when it happened here, it looked eerie.With a soft pop, he came out of his trap and immediately happily performed a bare-ass tap dance."
Da-da-da, da-da, da-da!"
He twirled, jumped, closed his eyes, and at the end of the song on his lips, he added a curtain call with great care.Then, his eyes fell on the patient in the corner: "Oh, this is not that and that!"
Is my meat good?
I know that my flesh makes you smile every day, and you forget your sorrows, hehe!
”Obviously, he had forgotten their names, but that didn't matter, he moved his neck, raised his hand and stroked a handful of his still wet and sticky green hair, and somehow found a simple spoon out of nowhere."
Now it's time for you to pay the bill, Chenghui has a life, and I want your clothes too."
The figure walked towards the patient in the corner with tango-like steps, pounced on it like a mad dog, took a spoon and stabbed the patient in the chest and abdomen, and the blood rushed out: "ShhhThen, he picked up the sluggish spoon and poked the corners of his mouth on both sides, dipped his palm in the blood on the ground, and painted himself a big smile.He moved his shoulders, lifted his pants again, and scurried to the door, whistling outside.The shrill whistle echoed through the hallway, and the screaming patients outside suddenly fell silent, and soon, a guard came and took the initiative to open the door, freeing the guy who had just killed a man.Not only did he not express any opinion on the killing, but the guard smiled very badly on his face, nodded and asked, "Mr.
J, did you sleep well?"
”The clown looked at the fool speechlessly, stabbed him in the jaw with a spoon of his backhand, ignored the other party's fish-like struggle, and messed up his brain: "Knowingly, I hate you people who have brains but don't use them, if I don't sleep well, can I be happy enough to kill?"
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