"Hehe, interesting."
"Hehe?" Carl looked constipated after hearing the voice. You are the villain of Gotham after all, why do you have to be so cute!
"How did you get in, kid?" the clown said. There was no light in the darkness, and the clown's voice was the only entertainment. In other words, in this hell called Arkham, there are neighbors like the clown. , is not necessarily a bad thing.
Anyway, you will become a lunatic. It is better to chat with the clown about daily life. This way, the transformation will be more natural, and it will even allow you to retain a little self-esteem as a man. After all, it’s not that I have a bad mentality and can’t stand the environment here, but the person next to me. There are clowns.
But Carl is obviously not a normal person. The editor's tricks in the comics have turned the clown into an omnipotent being. Carl's fear of clowns is like meeting the class teacher while chatting with classmates in self-study class and showing unsatisfactory college entrance examination results. I heard my parents say it’s okay, but when I was rushing to give a report, I accidentally cut off the power and ended up finishing the report that I had been working on for three days and three nights. That is pollution from the soul, and it is a fear that will still make you break out in a cold sweat when you recall it at midnight for many years.
That's right, Carl doesn't want to become a psychopath. He doesn't want the clown to lead a humanoid puppy named Carl around in the future, biting each other with the laughing Sand Dollar Robins, and occasionally screaming " Big brother~" to pollute the reader's spirit.
"None of your business!" Karl said forcefully.
In fact, he felt that his spirit had indeed undergone a lot of changes, and the constant pain had become a habit. The clown's magic sound made the deer in his heart start to jump wildly, and some of the emotions that he had once been able to control were disappearing. Provoked by the inexplicable feeling, the most important thing is that he does not hate this change, but accepts it happily.
"Hey hey hey." The clown's iconic smile sounded, and his words seemed to be spoken in Karl's ears: "Since we are all friends, we should get to know each other. How about I introduce myself first, and you must Know me, my name is Joker.”
"Of course I know you, Gotham Nightmare." Carl's tone suddenly became cheerful in the clown's ears, just like a mosquito that secretly took a sip of mosquito coils and discovered that there was a large area of bare white skin in front of it, even the surface was smooth and soft. Just one bite can make you ascend to the sky, "It took me a long time to get excited, but you played it so thoroughly, blanch!" (I was bitten while writing this chapter, fuck it!)
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The Joker suddenly felt that there was indeed a reason why this guy was placed next to him. I'm talking to you about the Joker. What are you talking about? Is this what Gotham Nightmare means?
The clown's already chaotic head became even more chaotic, and he could only respond with a cheerful smile to relieve his embarrassment and the lingering abstract aura.
"My name is..." Carl hesitated, but let go of the vulture who finally returned to normal... ahem, War Eagle, chose the mysterious guest who he was most unhappy with.
"My name is Mysterio, Mr. Chou, and I'm your fan!" Carl's voice sounded very excited. He felt that he suddenly felt a lot better and more energetic. The abstract words blurted out, which gave him a sense of the clown's chaotic aura. His resistance increased sharply, "As for how I got in, you have to ask that bitch Batman!"
"Hey, me too..." Before the clown could finish his words, he heard Carl say: "I'm sorry, should I say Batman, the good guy?"
"I know you and Batman are truly in love, and I shouldn't say bad things about him in front of you."
Although this doesn't sound right, I feel a little happy for no reason. What's going on!
The clown shook his head, his pale face under the green hair now looking confused. His abnormality was for normal people, but for the guy next door, he was still a little too normal.
"Let me tell you, Mr. Chou, this scumbag Batman is really nothing. You obviously love him so much and do some good things to attract his attention every time, but he just hangs out with those unimportant stinky men and stinky men. Who can tolerate women playing around?"
Karl persuaded him earnestly: "Chou Master, please be more cautious. Now find a way to rush out and take down the bat man outside! Don't let him continue to play so unscrupulously, you are the real one!"
"Interesting, where did you hear all this?"
"Many people, such as a cuckold named Sand Dollar who likes to tell riddles to disgust people, told me that the reason for cuckolding is because of Batman, a scumbag, but I think something is wrong. You should be the cuckold. Ah clown!”
"Clown?" Carl shouted, "Clown?"
"I'm here!" The clown resumed his smile, and the smile on his face became more and more weird. The lips of the slit girl in the novel were grinning to both sides, and the scarlet lips drew a weird trace in the air. It's like Satan is smiling, the chaos and madness reveal a cold murderous intention.
"Are you having a good time?" Carl heard the clown laugh even more happily. The chaotic and crazy laughter echoed in his mind, making him laugh a little.
But Carl didn't want to laugh. He hated this kind of vulgar humor. This kind of laughter is like a boring exercise. You won't be happy from the bottom of your heart. Carl instantly recalled that his sand dollar instructor told a boring joke, and everyone joined in. He laughed at the ridiculous scene, so he also laughed.
The two kinds of laughter crossed each other, and the clown laughed more and more crazily, but Carl laughed happily.
"Thank you, clown." Carl just smiled for a while and then stopped. At that moment, the pain in his body seemed to disappear, which gave him a moment of peace and he also thought about something clearly.
"As for those words, I was right. It has been spread throughout Gotham for a long time. I also heard rumors that Batman and Catwoman dated in the middle of the night just to hide your homosexuality with him."
"You're really funny, Mysterio." The Joker said, "So, do you want to hear a joke?"
In the Batcave, Mr. Wayne was relaxing after a tiring day. Butler Man's full-level massage skills were very useful to him, but there was still worry on his handsome face.
"There was still no sign of the explosion. It was as if someone suddenly threw a toy that was about to break and detonated it here." He said: "Neither the watchtower nor Clark found anything. Oliver has been staring at him. , but he just suddenly appeared there."
Bruce drank a glass of milk, and then said to Alfred: "Let Dick come back and watch for me during this time. I need to go and see what is going on there."
"Okay, sir." Alfred nodded politely, and then took out a recording: "This is a real-time recording in Arkham. I think you may be interested."
Bruce Wayne nodded and watched Alfred play the recording: "You and Batman are true love, ugly man!"
"Pa!" Bruce pressed the pause button and explained to the butler with a dangerous gaze: "My sexual orientation is normal, please don't worry."
