Lincoln March is a paper man. He doesn't exist.
The Court of Owls created him. After being brainwashed, Lincoln March firmly believed that he was Bruce Wayne's younger brother who died young and only lived for 12 hours.
Martha Wayne often visited Willow Grove Hospital during her lifetime.
She visits each of her sponsored children, and the heart pin is a badge of honor. The Court of Owls uses this evidence to convince Lincoln that he is Bruce Wayne's brother.
They slowly guided Lincoln March, saying that he was a child abandoned by his parents and brothers, and little by little they cultivated Lincoln March's hatred for the Wayne family.
They originally planned to use Lincoln March to seize the Wayne Group's assets, but unfortunately, Bruce Wayne returned at that time - so the plan was shelved.
So they created Lincoln March and asked him to help them transform the city in another way—"You will become the beak of a giant owl!"
But it is also clear that Lincoln March is not as obedient as he appears to be. He sincerely wants to take over the city, just like those villains who want to control the entire city.
But in fact, the reason why Lincoln March is hostile to Bruce Wayne is that he wants to control the city, which is an irreconcilable contradiction. At most, his hatred for Bruce Wayne is just "my brother forgot me."
And if Chen Tao told him a new story he made up at this time: "His parents did not abandon him, and his brother never gave up looking for him. However, all this was stopped by the Court of Owls. They stole you from the hospital bed and caused the tragedy of your life."
So what will become of Lincoln March's attitude
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"Listen, Joker."
Scarecrow walked behind the Joker and said, "Batman is deliberately trying to provoke you. He wants you to lose your mind and have a big fight with Bane. This is exactly what Batman wants."
He spoke very quickly, and even though he racked his brains, he was not sure how to calm the angry clown down. Madmen like them were very emotional animals, and normal people like him who specialized in fear and studied fear were actually a minority.
Although he is a psychiatrist, Scarecrow has no experience in dealing with a psychopath of the Joker's level.
“Hahahaha…” He heard the clown chuckle, and then began to laugh hysterically: “Hahahahahahahaha!”
With a bang, the clown suddenly jumped up from the ground and kicked the drone, causing it to fall to the ground.
A clown gang member nearby didn't have time to dodge and was immediately knocked to the ground. Before anyone could react, the clown grabbed a man's submachine gun and fired directly at the drone and the gang member who was knocked to the ground. Da da da da da da da...
The firelight illuminated his pale face, and then the radio...
When the clown had vented his anger, all that was left on the scene was a corpse with its eyes open and a pile of scrap metal.
Everyone present was silent, as if they were a mouse.
"… clown?"
Only the Scarecrow dared to speak without fear. He asked tentatively:
"You don't look very well mentally."
"I'm totally fine, hahahahaha... What could possibly happen to me?"
He smiled and threw the submachine gun in his hand back to the subordinate next to him, and like an ordinary company boss, he touched the other's head with his forehead to show encouragement.
He smiled and said, "Batman used such a despicable method to try to provoke me... It was a very stupid choice."
He said, "Klein, you don't have to treat me like a fool. Am I the kind of psychopath who would do what Batman wants and attack Bane right away?"
"That's right, you are a lunatic. The probability of the above events may be very small, but it is definitely not zero." The Scarecrow complained.
Of course he wouldn't say that in front of the Joker.
So the taciturn Scarecrow just nodded slightly and said:
"Okay, so what do we do next?"
"what to do?"
The Joker picked up a submachine gun: "What else can we do? Our old Bat has already calculated that we will not kill Mayor Carlo today - haha, hahahahaha!"
So he has nothing to fear... Then why don't we take the initiative to look for him?"
"What, then do you know Batman's location..."
Before Scarecrow could finish his words, he saw the Joker flipping the back of the radio over and finding the address of the old Wayne Tower in Gotham on it.
"We're going to charge straight into Wayne Tower."
He said.
"This is most likely a trap." The Scarecrow carefully checked the address that the other party had quietly placed in the radio, and then said:
"Batman is almost openly challenging you. Going to that place now is definitely a trap."
The slender Scarecrow gave his opinion: "My opinion is to ignore him and not go there at all. It's not worth the risk."
Before he could finish his words, he saw the clown's red eyes, and then he knew that his words were in vain.
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"I told you, you don't know me."
Dark. Pitch black.
"I don't laugh because you never made me laugh."
The Joker heard Batman say this in the darkness.
It was always like this, he and the bat, confronting each other in the dark.
Time and time again, year after year. But this time, the other party hurt him too deeply.
"I'm not listening to this nonsense."
"Think about it. Joker. I lack a sense of humor and don't understand what makes a good joke. But that doesn't mean you're funny."
"Shut up!"
The Joker cursed loudly: "Shut up! Bat!"
"I mean - prank buttons and spraying fake flowers are outdated. Where are the new things? Making faces and taking off pants, etc."
"No, get out of here!"
"You make me laugh only because you're so pathetic—"
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha—”
It starts out low and gentle, and then gradually becomes high and pitched.
The Joker heard Batman's wild laughter, and the sound made him feel cold all over.
"That's enough, stop laughing, I don't allow you to laugh like that!"
“Haha ...—”
"So you fell into a hydrochloric acid tank and decided to become a super criminal? What, you can't work in a circus? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
"What's wrong? I thought the Joker always wanted Batman to laugh-"
"No, you're not Batman, get out of here!"
Then the Joker saw that man, the Batman that he was obsessed with.
"You wanted to see me, didn't you, Joker? You wanted to make me laugh, and now that I'm laughing you're upset?"
"I ask you..."
The Joker saw Batman slowly taking off his mask.
Silvery-white particles entangled his body, a dreamy scene that didn't seem like something from the human world.
He heard Batman whispering softly: "Let me ask you, Joker..."
"Have you ever danced with the devil in the bright moonlight?"
With a bang, the Joker threw the gun to the ground. Under the bright moonlight, the pale man looked at the equally pale face...
Like falling into an icy cave.
Let's go back two hours.