American comics: This guy is crazy

Night, thunderstorm day.

Allen rushed back to Arkham Asylum on his electric bicycle.

The guard opened the door and let me through without too much difficulty.

"Thank you for your hard work, take it and smoke it as you like."

Allen took out an unopened pack of cigarettes and gave them to the security guard.

It has to be said that Gotham City's charity organization is very humane and even distributes cigarettes. Adhering to the principle of "if you don't take it, you will suffer a loss", Allen took the opportunity to put it in his pocket.

As for why it was given away.

First, he doesn't smoke.

The second point is the wisdom of the world.

It has to be interesting when someone shows you the door and opens the door when you return late, otherwise it will be boring.

I parked my car on a familiar road and returned to my hospital bed. I was about to take a shower and go to bed when I saw an acquaintance in the single room next door.

"Xiao Lu, you're back."

Allen greets Poison Ivy Lillian warmly.

Lillian glanced at him angrily, then covered her head with the quilt and turned a blind eye.

After wandering around for a few days, I was caught again. What a good mood I could feel.

After a while, Lillian lifted the quilt to get some air, and was horrified to find that Allen's entire face was printed on the glass of the compartment, squeezed and distorted, and his eyes were so wide that the boss looked straight at her.

"Alan, what are you doing?"

"You didn't say hello to me."

When Allen spoke, the hot breath from his mouth condensed on the glass and formed a layer of mist.

are you crazy.

Don't you know it's scary to press your face against the glass and keep looking at you without saying hello?

"Well, I'm back."

Lillian responded reluctantly.

She was really worried all night long. Allen stayed awake and stared at her like a ghost.

"Good night."

"Good night."

…

Boom!

Thunder and lightning flashed across the rainy night.

A figure was on the rooftop, making painful and crazy laughter.

Arthur was in pain and sorrow, but his laughter syndrome made him unable to control his terrifying laughter.

Holding the scarred head with trembling hands, he recalled in his mind the scenes of Allen burning off his hair.

At that time, he had threatened, he had cursed, he had begged, but in the end he could not escape the vicious hand.

"Batman, Batman, my pain will be returned to you a hundred times a thousand times."

Arthur clenched his fists in anger and punched the concrete fence to vent his resentment.

A life of misfortune inspired the darkness in his heart, and he eventually became a clown feared by everyone in Gotham.

Batman is a criminal's nightmare.

And Arthur's transformation into the Joker is Batman's nightmare.

But all of this was ruined by Allen.

When the lighter burns off the green hair that symbolizes the clown's identity, Arthur's clown identity disappears.

"Do you want revenge?"

At this time, a Talon Commander was behind him.

Arthur looked back and smiled coldly: "Say your conditions."

"Batman's identity is Bruce Wayne."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Talon Commander jumped down, not giving Arthur much chance to ask questions.

"Bruce Wayne?"

Arthur froze in place, recalling the memories hidden deep in his heart.

Before his mother died, he told the secret of his life experience, and he was actually the illegitimate son of Mr. Wayne.

After learning the truth, he couldn't wait to go to Wayne Manor for verification, but he was humiliated and denied by his butler Afu.

"Your mother suffers from schizophrenia and was treated at Arkham Asylum. Mr. Wayne supported the treatment expenses out of the bond between master and servant, so he fantasized about having an illegitimate child. Please recognize yourself and don't do anything to the Wayne family. I have unreasonable thoughts."

Butler Afu's original words are still fresh in his memory, deeply hurting the young Arthur's heart.

He is like a shameless wretch who wants to seize the Wayne family's assets.

Arthur is willing to stay in Arkham Asylum honestly, just because he feels like staying by his dead mother's side.

"Hahaha……"

Arthur opened his hands, looked up to the sky and laughed, letting the cold rain hit his face. His smile at this moment was full of madness and joy.

"Batman, Bruce, hahaha..."

Hidden in a tall building a block away, the owl judges observed Arthur's behavior through binoculars.

"Can the clown complete his planned plan?"

"It doesn't matter. He is just one of many plans. Whether it succeeds or not is irrelevant."

"Yes, multiple layouts must be deployed together to ensure everything is foolproof."

"It's funny to say that the Joker's biological father was an alcoholic, and he always identified him as Thomas Wayne."

"Anyone at the bottom who is struggling to make a living would rather believe beautiful lies."

…

Batcave.

Dick drove the construction truck underground.

Not long after, he returned and brought a piece of lucky and unfortunate news.

Fortunately, he really dug a puddle full of Dionysian factors. Unfortunately, what Allen said about the invasion of the dark multiverse may be true.

Bruce dragged his body, which had recovered a little, to the underground river.

The pool of Dionysian factors exudes a green shimmer. Judging from the color and clarity, it is indeed very pure.

"Father, how could there be a Lazarus Pool here?"

Damian looked towards the pool in shock.

He had seen the Lazarus Pool used for resurrection in the Assassin's League, but he didn't know that it was the same substance as the Dionysian factor.

Moreover, the Redemption Blade has never been recovered, and the Assassin's League has not performed a resurrection ceremony for a long time, just because it was a monster that had lost its mind when it came back to life.

Bruce was also confused. He always felt that they were two different things.

After all, Allen said that the Dionysian factor is a metal. No matter how it should look like mercury, at least liquid metal is somewhat related.

"Wait until Allen comes over tomorrow and ask about the Dionysus factor."

Bruce was reluctant to destroy the Dionysian factor, mainly for its healing and resurrection effects.

He couldn't guarantee whether someone around him would have an accident, and he might be able to use it one day.

After all, everyone has selfish motives.

Bruce is no exception.

Moreover, he wanted to ask Allen if he had brought back the Blade of Salvation. Using the two together would equal an infinite resurrection pool.

At that time, during the trip to Silent Hill, he and Oliver left first, not knowing what happened next, and they might have been lost in the other world.

Therefore, he did not reveal anything related to the Redemption Blade to Damian, lest he would provoke the ninja master.

"Take some samples and conduct laboratory analysis."

Wayne Group has many top-notch technologies. Bruce thought that he might be able to develop a way to eliminate side effects, but he couldn't ask Zhenglian to study together.

If that still doesn't work, call the guys from the Avengers to share the Dionysus factor research technology.

When superheroes save the world and fight evil, there is inevitably a casualty rate. To be able to solve the problem of the Dionysian factor is to owe him a favor that cannot be repaid.

At that time, if you straighten your back and speak louder, everyone here will have no objection.

Thinking of this, Bruce couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Father, what are you laughing at?"

Damian cast a puzzled look. He knew that Bruce had always been a calm and unsmiling man.

Bruce stroked the top of his head: "Children don't ask about adult matters."

Damian was a little overwhelmed by this inadvertent action, and felt an indescribable sense of comfort in his heart. He thought stubbornly: 'Is this father's love? I don't care. ’