novelhk Chapter 503 The Death of the Clown
Chapter 503 The Death of the Clown
Chapter 503 The Death of the Clown
Meanwhile, the standoff between the clown and the buffoon continues.
The Joker doesn't want to play games with the clown; he knows all too well what happens when you get dragged into someone else's game. So—no, he's not going to be foolish enough to actually play with the clown.
"No, you're not as funny as Batman, so I won't play with you. On the contrary, you're incredibly boring!" The Joker burst into a hoarse, gleeful laugh, as if mocking this imposter made him happy. "Dear 'me,' you have no idea how pathetic you are!"
"Pitiful?" The clown's smile was somewhat forced. "But in my world, only pathetic losers are hung up like this. Compared to my freedom, you, who could die at any moment, are far more pitiful, aren't you?"
The Joker simply looked up at the clown with a pitying gaze. The reason he called the other clown boring was because the Joker knew him too well.
Yes, yes, the Joker had long seen the difference between himself and the clown. Yes, he hadn't yet grasped the true nature of life!
And the meaning of everyone's life is—meaningless! Because life itself is a fucking absurd joke, so why take your life so seriously?
If you take a joke so seriously, then even the joke itself loses its last function of making people laugh, which is just too boring!
But this imposter called Clown—yes, an imposter!—is still trying to pursue order. Oh no, no, no, that's completely wrong, utterly futile.
"Let me guess, in your world, there must be a bat too," right? But it's not fun, yeah! Hehehe—"
At this point, the clown began to chuckle softly, but the laughter was so grating.
"Oh, a bat that doesn't even want to play with you," what's the point? "Oh, me," you're pathetic, you have everything, but you've lost the only thing you deserved—your dance partner!"
Yes, he was convinced that there must be another Batman in the Joker's world. The Joker believed that even in other universes, the connection between the Joker and Batman would continue.
There was no other reason; he was simply so certain.
"Oh! That's what I meant. You're nothing but a loser. You can't even control your own destiny, while I've already killed my own Batman, or you can call him Night Owl!" the clown calmly retorted.
"Come on! You may have killed Batman, or Night Owl, whatever that may be—but what are you doing in our world?" The Joker laughed, for the clown's lies could not fool the Joker at all.
If he truly defeated his nemesis, if the clown could truly live without regrets, then why did he come to his own universe?
"You have to admit, deep down you yearn for another Night Owl—or rather, our Batman, and you want to be his enemy, just like me—"
"I am not you, you twisted madman." The clown interrupted the Joker, looking at his counterpart with disgust. This was a villain, a pure villain.
But aside from wanting to oppose Batman, he couldn't refute what the other man said.
The clown knew that the Joker was right; after Rune killed the Night Owl, he found himself reminiscing day and night about the time he fought with the Night Owl.
"No, you are me, and you will become me. Perhaps you can taste true freedom, not the freedom that those fools talk about, but the freedom from all meaning."
The clown's face became ferocious and terrifying, his mouth even stretched down to his ears, and his voice was full of seductive meaning, just like the serpent that Adam and Eve encountered.
The wind blew between the two, and the clown realized that this person hanging in mid-air was probably the most dangerous being he had ever seen, not because the clown could cause much physical damage, but because he could corrupt the very foundation of thought.
"You know what?" the clown continued softly, seeing that the clown hadn't interrupted him, "I've been like you before. I thought about my wife, my children, my future goals, the meaning of life. But what was the result?"
"As a result, I fell into a pool of chemicals—and when I came out, I understood. I saw, and was experiencing, the biggest joke in the universe."
The clown's eyes locked onto the buffoon. "Believe me, nothing matters, and everything is permissible. That's the truth you'll never understand, my brother in the suit."
Just then, the sound of footsteps came from behind.
The clown's face immediately lit up with childlike joy. He looked so happy, he was practically bursting with joy, but his makeup twisted and made that joy look terrifying.
He boasted to the clown, "Listen! He's here! He's always so punctual! He always chooses me! Oh! My bat, he'll always be mine, do you hear me? He'll always be my most loyal dance partner!"
In the end, the Joker practically roared, refusing to allow the clown to interfere in his drama with Batman; this imposter would only cause trouble.
However, the man who approached was not the hero in the darkness. Instead, he was a handsome man whose appearance was so striking that it was almost impossible to tell if he was even an adult.
The clown's lips immediately curled into a sneer.
"How is your communication with the clown?" Rune asked curiously, standing next to the clown. A righteous clown is hard to find. Apart from the clown, the only clown Rune could recall who was associated with justice was the Pale Knight from a certain period.
The clown sighed and spoke the truth, "The other me is really dangerous."
"Dangerous? I think I'm quite funny." The clown chuckled.
Rune finally looked away from the clown and at the Joker. "Hello, Joker."
"No, I'm not good at all! Where's Batman? Bring Batman to see me!" the Joker shouted.
And that was indeed the case; he was not doing well at all. The Joker had thought that tonight he could force Batman to choose between principles and Jason, but in fact, because of someone's interference, Jason lost his will to seek revenge.
Pooh!
All that effort Uncle Joker gave you with the crowbar for a full-body massage was wasted, right? In the end, that good-for-nothing Jason accomplished nothing and even got himself hung on top of Wayne Tower, exposed to the cold wind for several tens of minutes!
He felt like he had caught a cold.
"What a pity, I actually quite liked you, clown." Rune looked disappointed. "Look, I even called over your other self just to see you make a fool of yourself!"
"You!" The clown glared at Rune.
But Rune wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he looked at the clown and said, "This guy is a complete madman. He thinks everything in this world is a joke, so—forget what he says. The clown is just for fun."
Don't forget, Batman is still around!
As he spoke, he patted the clown's shoulder, whose eyes were gleaming, and casually handed him a gun.
This was Jason's original sidearm; using it to end the Joker's life couldn't be more ceremonial.
No, you cannot—
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Bang!