Chapter 802 (1/2)

”Human nature can't stand the test, but we know that clowns like to test other people's humanity most.”

Damian came out of the darkness and had been lurking in the dark, watching and preparing since the death knell had given him the task.

He heard the conversation between suming and Diana, and when he heard the name of the clown, he guessed what Batman was going to do.

Other villains may kill, destroy buildings, and make Gotham a mess.

However, the clown will completely change Gotham from ”the city of fools” to the city of madmen. At that time, everything will change and lose the original significance of fighting for it.

He is ”chaos” itself. The world is just like looking for balance. With order, there must be chaos.

Maybe others don't know why the clown appears, Batman will face it first time, but Damian knows why.

Of course, Su Ming knows, but he won't say it.

Diana nodded to the rice with a guilty heart and walked to one side. Before Su Ming became Batman and went to dinner with her, she was looked at by the young Titan. Now she always finds it difficult to face the children's eyes.

Su Ming handed Damian the bottle in his hand. If he was on duty, drinking was a good way to pass the time.

”Are you worried about him?”

Damian took the bottle and took a big drink. The faint expression on his face flashed and then returned to expressionless.

”Yes, the clown must pay attention to it.”

Su Ming took out two more cigarettes and handed them to Damian as if they were handy. He ignited the cigarette himself: ”there is no need to worry, because he is Batman.”

The fire lights up the black and yellow armor.

And the smell of blood, tobacco, sweat mixed together, let Damian have a strange feeling, hard to say, can be said to be a strange sense of familiarity.

But he pushed away the little white stick: ”you know I'm not yet an adult.”

”The first time I smoked, I was far below the legal age.” Su Ming smiles and throws the stick to him, spitting out a cloud: ”some things are difficult to understand if you don't try them.”

Damian squinted and took the cigarette.

”It doesn't mean I need to understand what nicotine addicts think.”

”Addiction, which is the most direct manifestation of desire, and the consequent deprivation and withdrawal reaction can turn a person who is not strong willed into an instinctive driven animal. Alcohol, nicotine, even blood, sense of achievement, drugs, all these will happen.”

Su Ming said pointedly. He turned around and watched the others busy in the dusty hall. Of course, except for Hally, her board game process looked very happy, and she was laughing.

But then again, she seemed to smile all the time.

Damian followed his gaze, also on the wagging ponytail. He said with a toothache, ”what are you going to do with her?”

Su Ming took out her new wine and took a sip: ”after we resume satellite surveillance, I will send her back to Gotham and let her deal with the clown.”

”She won't listen to you.”

”I don't need to direct the bait... It needs to be carefully preserved before it's used. It can't be too dry or moldy.” Su Ming calmly said, eyes deep: ”but when you need to use, always throw the bait into the fish pond to play the effect.”

Damian moved his chin from side to side, and the white paper rolled up and down flexibly between his fingers: ”then we'll follow her in secret, waiting for fish?”

”The right answer.”

”That's the death knell I'm familiar with, never doing useless things.” Damian turned and left. He wanted to borrow a fire from the sorcerer.

Su Ming smiles and looks at his black cloak shaking away, savoring the aftertaste of liquor with the taste buds in his mouth.

Yes, Damian is right, but the boy didn't see it, and he was in the game....

whether the plan can succeed still needs to wait, and this is a test of patience, which is the same for all fishermen.

”Hey, the poison vine has sent back the message through the plant, she has completed the task.”

I don't know why, Bobo seems to be a little furtive. He is not a bat, but he sticks to the wall and rubs over from the dark.

”Good. It helps with the plan.” Su Ming nodded and handed him a dried banana, which would probably be liked by orangutans: ”but you don't have to be so secretive. You can say it out loud.”

Bobo took the banana inexplicably on his face. What kind of neuropathy would dry the banana and store it? And he'd rather have steak or lobster than that.

He shook his head and put the banana in his pocket. ”I thought you wanted to keep the green of all things secret.”