Chapter 3073 (2/2)
”That's how clowns play. Serena can live realistically, and Bruce can live realistically, but bats can't. Batman is Gotham's Totem. If he uses his Batman identity to deal with Bruce's former fiancee... The clown will win because he made Batman take that step. ”
The bald rich see clearly that when the clown is not aimed at him but at others, he has a sense of detachment from the bystander.
This is not the first time a clown has played like this, attacking or using people around Batman to try to get Batman out of control. It's an old trick.
From breaking Barbara's spine, to making double faced people, to killing Jason, a series of actions are for the purpose of this game to make Batman out of control.
However, at present, Batman is very sober. He still abides by his own rules and does not cross that line.
Perhaps the emergence of the laughing bat has become an alarm. Batman is now more strict with himself.
Maybe clowns understand this, so such bats are more fun.
Listening to the tongue twister, the dead waiter's head tilted to the left and to the right. He didn't understand what Luther said
Why do people compete with their uniform identity? Isn't Batman Bruce? Is this psychosis or psychosis?
”So Batman is still rich?”
He understood this.
”Money, at least compared with you, he doesn't have to worry about money.” Luther clapped his hands. He took everything he could see: ”we can evacuate. Since the operation is smooth, I'll buy you a drink and go to your earth.”
Baldheaded looked very enthusiastic, and he seemed very satisfied.
When he heard of drinking and waiting, he was excited, but he suddenly remembered, or what he remembered under the reminder of the audience:
”Er, not now. Wait for me for a moment. My cousin has to say that I'll come right away.”
With that, he took out the gem of the plot rationality and disappeared with the transmission belt.
When he disappeared, the smile on Luther's face disappeared, his body retched uncontrollably, and the time with the dead waiter was obviously not as easy as he showed.
But there's something to finish.
Holding the wall, he walked out of the Lord's bedroom, walked through the corridor full of flesh and blood and deformed tentacles, and walked out of the 'H' spacecraft that fell on the ground.
The technology of the ship obviously belonged to another person, but it didn't work for Luther.
Looking at the unclean doctor who was forgotten by Wade and standing outside the ruins of the spacecraft, he waved bareheaded to the rotten giant and wanted to know some information:
”Friend, I'm very interested in what you call love. Can you introduce your gods to me?”
Strange's face, which had become a great unclean, was swollen with pus, but it did not affect his naive smile. He sat down cross legged and put his yellow face as close to Luther as possible:
”Of course. Let me introduce our kind father.”