"You're finally out. In good shape."
Linn pointed to his cuffs, and joker lowered his head and dusted off his arms.
"It's on you too."
"Oh, it doesn't matter. This isn't dust, it's blood. It can't be thrown away."
"Why are you wearing that thing."
joker pointed at his head.
"This..."
Lin En smiled: "Because you put too much poisonous gas here, I'm afraid that if I inhale it into my lungs, I'll lose my mind and kill you."
"Don't you want to kill me?"
"No."
"The poisonous gas has dissipated. It was there just now, but it's gone now."
Lynn took off his gas mask.
"It's more fun to keep you here."
Shaking his head, his hair was scattered, and the hair that was squeezed together by the mask and mask gradually spread out.
Linn stretched out his hand to lift the hair on his forehead and smoothed it back. In an instant, Linn's hair turned green, with slightly moist and curly long hair.
"Surprise... joker."
Lin En cut her finger, slowly, slowly, and applied it on her mouth, the corners of her mouth, and extended to her face...
"Now, we're more like that, aren't we."
The joker's mouth was grinning, and the vivid scars at the corners of his mouth were squirming, like living maggots, stretching their bodies wantonly.
"Yeah...Lynn, you know, I know, and he knows too. You should learn to enjoy life, like this."
Stretching out his hands and opening his mouth as wide as possible, joker's voice was extremely distorted, with a hint of hoarseness and sharpness: "Want to know where this scar came from, Lynn."
"I do not want to know."
Lin En said seriously: "If you don't want to tear your mouth apart, I don't think your rotten teeth will scare me. Or maybe, I can help you."
With a clang, a small blade was thrown in front of the joker, reflecting someone's eyes in the darkness.
"Ah...why, why..."
"Why so serious."
Lynn took up that sentence.
"Joker. Guess whether I will kill you."
Linn suddenly raised the gun in his hand and smiled, showing his white teeth.
His eyes were bright, his teeth were white, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, who knows."
The joker spread his palms, looked at Lin En indifferently and said: "Maybe, you will like that painting. Maybe...
You'll wish I drew it again.
Maybe... there is always someone in that painting who will die, but it may not be me.
Now, don’t move~”
Joker slowly reached into his arms, took out a small hourglass, and placed it on the ground.
The fine sand flowed out silently, falling from a small hole into a seemingly bright but completely enclosed space.
"Guess who's going to die when it's all over."
boom!
"Wow, I'm a pretty good shot."
One shot blew up the hourglass. Linn took out an idea watch from his pocket: "Guess, does this watch have electricity? Huh?"
As the muzzle of the gun was raised, Linn's smile became wider and wider. The towering apple muscles squeezed the space where the eyes existed, turning the smiling eyes into a beautiful line.
"Left or right."
joker raised his hand: "I hope it's the head."
"No."
Lin En suddenly had a cold face: "I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it."
boom.
A dull shot, a dull hit.
The palms dropped weakly, and blood flowed down the arms, to the fingers, and then to the ground. The joker looked at his bloody arm and curled his lips with some dissatisfaction: "Lynn, you are not as crazy as I thought. Here."
He pointed with his hand at the shattered hourglass fragments on the ground.
"Also, here."
Raising his fingers tremblingly, Joker smiled and put a red fingerprint on the top of his head.
On the opposite side, Linn, who was wearing the same makeup, also smiled: "After I kill you, I will kill Batman. Or..."
Linn moved forward, took out another gun, slowly loaded the bullets, and stood in front of the joker.
"You can try to kill me, or yourself."
Leaning close to his ear, Linn said slowly: "You can't die, right?"
"Hehe... aren't you the same..."
The integrated darkness split apart and turned into two clowns facing each other again, smiling at each other, and then burst into laughter.
"No fun. I'm leaving."
Linn wiped away the blood from Joker's forehead, applied it to the scar at the corner of his mouth, and straightened his collar.
"Lynn."
joker stopped him and sat on the ground.
"You really don't want to know where the two scars on the corners of my mouth came from."
"Just think that I cut it."
Lin En, who was walking, turned around and said, "Maybe you cut it yourself. Who cares?"
The footsteps gradually faded away, and Linn's voice finally echoed slowly in the empty underground: "Hang those photos back. At least they are real."
Then, the sound finally disappeared, and the dark underground returned to silence.
All that remains is someone's whisper.
"How could you not care..."
Joker picked up the pistol on the ground that was not taken away by Linn, and slowly pointed the muzzle at his forehead.
"These two scars appeared because of you..."
Snapped.
The crisp sound of a trigger being pulled.
A weird smile appeared on joker's face.
"Sure enough, you know it. You know it...ah hahahaha!"
………………
After jumping out of the underground cave, Linn did not leave directly. Instead, he stood at the entrance of the underground cave. He raised his arms with a cold and emotionless face and pointed the gun in his hand straight at the entrance of the cave.
No one came up with him.
No second person showed up.
"Tsk, what a pity. He made the right bet."
Taking out a cigarette and holding it in his mouth, Lin En stood stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.
Ever since he came to DC, Lin En has always been troubled by his lack of understanding of the world.
DC is a place that pays attention to fate and conspiracy.
Everything, everything, cannot escape the fate of being manipulated.
Even if he is as powerful as Lucifer, so what. He can only stay in that hell that he hates and hates, day after day, year after year...
Of course Linn didn't want to be a puppet, a chess piece, or a character controlled by a controller in someone else's game.
He tried to figure out his "existence" and really fought against the so-called "fate" that was destined to happen.
Some succeeded, some failed.
During the not-so-friendly exchange with Lucifer, Linn realized something.
Lucifer didn't like him, even hated him...and envied him.
This made Linn feel unspeakably disgusting.
Would Lucifer also envy others? Why would this person be him?
Linn felt that in a sense, it might be because, in Lucifer's eyes, Linn's existence might represent some kind of unfettered "freedom".
This concept of freedom may be represented and defined.
Just like Lucifer in Lynn's eyes at that time.
Therefore, there will be a series of temptations and things that can be considered deception and temptation.
Lin En was somewhat proud of being plotted by the majestic Lucifer and successfully escaping.
But now, Lin En finally couldn't help but sigh.
"Sigh... It's really not that easy to change the original trajectory of destiny."
What made Linn realize this was naturally the appearance of joker.
For the guy in the underground who needs to improve his makeup skills, Linn's existence would have had the opportunity to replace the definition of "joker" in the current universe.
Because of this, Linn never hides anything.
He is just being himself seriously, and is almost never threatened by anything, nor is he understood by anyone.
But today he miscalculated.
The guy below is not fake.
Linn had already appeared in Gotham in advance and was crazy in and out of Arkham. Under the premise that Lin En had begun to influence the old bat and try to change some things, he, the crazy guy in his original destiny, still appeared.
Someone told Linn a long time ago that clowns can't be killed.
He is the other side of Gotham, the embodiment of chaos in Gotham, and the embodiment of the madness that Batman can see all the time.
Kill a joker, and fate will always give birth to another joker in another way and from another place.
In the past, Linn felt that he could completely replace the joker, become a joker, and become a joker that met his own expectations and needs.
But he failed.
This joker is not some imitation show by a fanatical fan, nor is it some so-called destiny modification.
He still appeared, and, judging from the current situation, it was most likely that he appeared because of the appearance of Linn, the big butterfly.
Lynn can still be a joker, but in that case, there will be two jokers here.
One is a guy who is willing to destroy other people's original destiny and influence everyone who meets him to become a different person.
One is a guy who stubbornly persists and always corrects the fate of others to what it should be.
The former is Lynn, who is trying to change something, such as asking the old bat to give up his identity as Batman and use Bruce Wayne's position to do something to change Gotham for better or worse.
The latter is the joker, the guy underground. He has been "correcting" something, trying to turn Batman into what he thinks he should be, the one who is not bound, not suppressed by reason, the real him.
…
Linn gave up on killing the joker because Linn realized that it was of no use.
It might not be difficult to kill him. However, that also meant that Lin En finally became frustrated and "gived up" to fate.
"At least, I've succeeded in some things."
Lynn saved some people from certain death. It also killed more people who shouldn't have died at this time.
Who can say that Lynn has not changed some so-called destiny.
With a sigh, Linn jumped into the underground maze again.
We arrived at the place where he turned around and left just now.
On the ground, there was only one pistol that had been dismantled into parts and carefully laid out.
And on the side, a smiling face and a sentence were painted on the wall with red blood.
Why so serious……
Looking at the blood words that had not yet dried up, Linn seemed to have heard the guy's laughter.
When I turned around, over there, on the wall, the photo had been hung again.
Three photos.
The first picture shows a painful and depressed Batman.
The second picture is of a silent and blurry Linn standing among the corpses on the ground.
The third picture was taken just now. The wound extending from the corner of the mouth was re-opened, revealing a hideous and terrifying smile, joker.
"Fake..."
Linn curled his lips: "This guy, when did he take a secret photo of me... he looks really good-looking.
Damn it! "
So what... I'm not good at it, I'm not good enough and I didn't write it clearly.
T^T
I won’t make fun of Zhou Keer anymore.
(End of chapter)
