I am Chen Tao, and I am also Batman.
I recently discovered that there doesn't seem to be more than one clown in the universe I travel through.
I quickly guessed what the plot was.
Three Clowns
I thought that Three Clowns, a relatively unpopular and unfinished publication, would not be reflected in the reality I live in.
But I was wrong.
Damn.
Take a look at this file I found on the Batcomputer.
Over the years, the Jokers have been kidnapping people all over the city in an attempt to create a better Joker, and they have been subjecting many people to the Compound.
Doctors, criminals, people born differently, each of them is a better candidate for the Joker. Of course, except for the three strongest ones, most of the Jokers are defective, such as these:
Clown No. 28. Codename: Surgeon.
Joker No. 6. Codename for the cult leader.
Clown No. 8, codenamed Dentist.
Oh, now we have to add two more.
Clown No. 31, codenamed Star Chaser.
I lured him to Wayne Tower and shredded him in a Lucius grinder.
And then there's this one, Joker No. 32. I hadn't thought of a code name for him before, but now I have one.
Joker No. 32, code name: Death Wisher.
He is a guy who wants to die, and he sees death at the hands of Batman as the beginning of Batman's downfall, and he madly wants to start this beginning himself.
But they are not the main guys, they are just pawns. Having read the comics, I know very well who the most dangerous characters are.
Joker No. 1: Criminal.
Clown No. 2: The Laugher.
Clown No. 3: Harlequin.
them.
And while I'm on guard against Bane, I should also be on guard against them.
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Sunny morning.
In the safest neighborhood of Gotham City, a city with simple folk customs, the Laugher drove a big purple truck, humming a leisurely tune, and stopped in front of a cozy little house.
He got out of the car and opened the door.
"Hey, honey, I'm back!"
He hung his hat on the hanger at the door and held his cane in his palm, the sharp tip gleaming coldly.
"Oh, hello, dear."
The hostess of the house gave a forced smile: "I didn't expect you to come back so early, but dinner is ready."
“It smells so good.”
The laugher said.
He walked around the table twice, looking quietly at the three servings of octopus rice on the table.
The atmosphere seemed inexplicably dull.
"I'm so glad you're satisfied—"
But before the woman could finish her words, she was interrupted by the clown: "Where is your son?"
The woman shuddered.
"Oh, of course. I'll go get him right away."
She ran out of the living room as if escaping and walked to the stairs to the second floor, where the family's son was curled up.
"Baby? Your daddy's home."
"I don't want to go down." The boy twitched in fear.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey, you know if your dad comes home and we don't want to have dinner with him, he's gonna be so sad."
Tears welled up in the son's eyes.
"Why can't we just walk away?"
"Look, I-I know you're mad that he's not home so often, but he loves us dearly, so please come down for dinner, just for me."
The woman's calves were trembling.
"I can't hold him down the stairs much longer."
"My dear son, the food is getting cold!" the voice of the laugher rang out.
The son walked down.
They returned to the living room. "There you are, kids! I have so many wonderful stories to tell you two. You won't believe what I've been through this week!"
He said excitedly: "Son... why are you so sad?"
The woman hurriedly explained beside him: "He doesn't like to eat octopus, that's all. He has always been very good, dear... dear."
"Are you being good? That's great, son. Listen carefully, we need to relax our frowns."
The clown said: "How do you tell the difference between the octopus triplets who look alike?"
"The answer is by touch, hahahaha, you understand, right? Hahaha!"
The clown took a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth—
"What are you doing?"
The laugher's movements came to an abrupt halt.
The criminal's voice brought him back to reality. The Laugher saw a dummy and a small pink teddy bear sitting on his left and right.
Without a wife, without children, everything is just a dream.
He said grimly, "I'm having dinner."
"Who to eat with?" the criminal asked, his hands behind his back.
"Myself." The laugher replied: "Ha."
"Who else but myself?"
The criminal walked around the table and put his hands on the dummy's shoulders.
"Don't touch her," the Laugher said to the criminal.
"… "
"There is no such thing as her," said the criminal.
"No one else but Batman."
He kicked the dummy to the ground and said, "One of them might have died, but you bet on two more in one go."
He said: "One is sent to deal with the mess between Bane and Batman, and the other is sent to the Batcave to confirm whether the Joker was killed by Batman himself?"
“A brilliant idea.”
The clown codenamed Criminal said: "You put the strongest ones besides the three of us on the line. It's a waste."
"You were in charge for only a short period of time, and you've already killed one of them. If the remaining two you sent out all die, we will have no one available."
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
The Harlequin came in.
"Oh my god! The meeting has already started? I hope I'm not late."
He walked to the side of the clown codenamed Criminal with a smile. Compared with the clown and the criminal, he seemed more humorous and more vicious.
"If everyone dies, then is it my turn to go out and play?"
"That's not certain, you lunatic." The Laugher replied, "Batman won't guess our purpose."
"I don't believe Batman actually killed one of us," he said.
He repeated:
“Unless I have concrete proof, I won’t believe it.”
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"Oh my poor little Eddie, when all the players in Arkham Asylum are going to the party together, why are you the only one left here all alone?"
The Joker walked up to the door of the Riddler's cell.
"Is it that Batman doesn't want to play with you?"
The Riddler deadpanned.
The Joker continued:
"Oh, Eddie, Eddie, our little Eddie, you are always ten steps ahead of others, why don't you come out of that little room? There are still many things to do and many things to say. We can join forces to play with Batman together~"
"You can find the key card in the far left drawer of the Batcomputer."
The Riddler told him.
"Come on." The clown said, "That's not fun, let's try something more advanced."
"How long have you been locked up here? You're the Riddler, for God's sake, so don't pretend you didn't plan a way out the first night you got here."
"I know you're much better!"