family history of mental illness

How could it be a superhero?

How can it be a superhero?

The clown can't understand himself in the parallel universe, and he has become a crime-fighting superhero. This strange feeling is as unreal as the little bat becoming a supervillain.

Brant was curious about what happened to his father in this world, so he asked the salesperson who talked a lot.

The salesperson is a big fan of laughing and ugly, so he knows everything about it.

"Xiao Chou is really the most gentle person in the world. I still remember one time when I was depositing money in the bank and unfortunately encountered a bank robbery. It was Xiao Chou who fell from the sky and defeated the criminals with his props and saved us all. people."

The clown asked incomprehensibly: "Are you sure you remember correctly, the clown here is to catch bank robbers, not to rob banks?"

The salesperson said dissatisfiedly: "You child, how do you talk!"

Omir comforted his old father-in-law: "Actually, not all clowns are like you."

The clown was unconvinced: "Then he must have never encountered what I have experienced."

The clown was not originally a lunatic, but he had to make himself a lunatic after experiencing the despair in the world.

Only by being crazy can he live after what he experienced. If he wants to live, he can only be crazy.

He didn't believe that if the clown on this earth, like him, fell into the chemical pool and lost his beloved, he could still become a superhero.

With that in mind, I heard that laughing ugly blow continue.

"The laughing ugly male god has a tragic past, he once fell into a chemical pool, unfortunately his face was disfigured.

His skin had turned pale, his hair a bright purple, his eyes green.Chemicals ruined his handsome appearance, leaving only his eternal smile.

Xiao Chou has experienced such a desperate thing, but still maintains an upright soul. In order to prevent more misfortunes from befalling others, he put on a shining battle robe and became a hero!

He is the greatest superhero, because he has no superpowers, nor has he been strengthened, but he has justice in his heart. He wants to change Gotham, and I believe he will do it! "

clown:"……"

Silence spread among the three who were listening, and the clown said weakly, "Why don't I seem to understand?"

Brandt shamelessly exposed him: "It seems that this joker has also gone through your experience, except that he became a superhero and you became a criminal."

Omer's focus is on another aspect: "Do you think that the person who laughs ugly is a bit like Batman?"

clown:"???"

WTF?

What the hell are you talking about?

Brandt suddenly said: "They both became heroes after despair, they are both flesh and blood, and they are both fighting crime. They are indeed very similar."

The clown is not very satisfied with the earth's own character design, but when they mentioned Batman, the clown was a little curious, what kind of existence should Batman be in this world?

The clown asked: "The clown... the man is a superhero." He said the title of the clown man with a distorted expression, and after getting through the most difficult place, the following words became smoother: "What about Batman?"

The salesperson asked strangely: "Who is Batman? Is it a new hero?"

"You don't know Batman?" The Joker frowned deeply: "Is the richest man in Gotham still Bruce Wayne?"

The salesperson will answer this question: "Bruce Wayne? No, you should be talking about the youngest son of the Wayne family, right? He was accidentally killed by his brother when he was very young."

Brandt said miraculously, "Bruce actually has an older brother."

The salesperson said angrily: "It's a pity that he is a villain. When he was young, he and the housekeeper killed his parents and younger brother. When he grew up, he formed a criminal syndicate. He really deserves the stinky and corrupt blood of the Wayne family."

In short, the world is upside down, and Brant probably got the hang of it.Now this talkative and laughing saleswoman, who can't help but live in their world, is a thief or a gangster.

While Brant has almost figured out the world, the Joker is left in a great void.

There is no Batman in this world, there is only one villain, Night Owl, and the little Bat Bruce, whom he always misses, died before he grew up.

Joker without Batman, is he still a Joker?

The clown didn't know, but he knew that this world without Bruce was so boring that he just wanted to sleep.

"Are you sleepy?" Brant asked, looking at the listless clown.

"No, it's just too boring."

The clown couldn't lift his spirits and said: "Earth without Batman is too boring. Let's find an opportunity to go home. I don't want to stay here."

The clown finished speaking without interest, and before Brandt and Omer could respond, there was a burst of explosions outside the door.

The salesperson screamed. Although she was trembling with fear, she protected the three little bean dings and hid behind the counter. She stood motionless in front of them, blocking possible attacks.

Almost the second they hid, the glass door of the clothing store was shattered by bullets, and a tall man with a mask barged in.

"Put all the money in my bag!"

the robber said loudly.

Just an ordinary robbery.

The salesperson heaved a sigh of relief. It's fine if it's not the group of lunatics. It's best to deal with the robbers with a normal mind.

After all, this is Gotham with the highest crime rate in the United States. Robbery can happen three times a day on average.

She forced herself to calm down, and turned out all the cash in the drawer: "It's all here, don't hurt us, you can take the money as you like."

Satisfied with her knowledge, the robber opened the bag and began to put money in it. At this moment, there was a sudden burst of laughter from the clothing store.

The laughter of small children.

"Who's laughing?" The robber shouted angrily, and fired a shot at the ceiling.

The salesperson's legs softened all of a sudden, and if he hadn't supported the table, he could hardly stand still: "Don't make any noise!"

She warned several children in a low voice, but found that none of the three had an expression of fear on their faces.

The salesperson suddenly felt absurd.It's as if they weren't young and ignorant of fear, but these robbers with guns, in their eyes, I'm afraid they are all useless trash, not worthy of attention.

Sure enough, as if to confirm her guess, the child in the ugly suit walked out with his hands behind his back, smiling.

The robber pointed a gun at him and said, "Why are you laughing!"

The clown sighed pretentiously: "I laugh at you all cowards."

The robber sneered, apparently irritated: "I can use your blooming head to prove who is the coward."

But the clown didn't panic in the slightest, he still had that obnoxious and disgusting expression: "Huh?"

He pretended to be surprised and said, "It turns out that you didn't rob the bank with the most rewards because you were timid?"

The robber was poked in the center, and instantly became angry from embarrassment.

Maybe they can't deal with superheroes and the police, and they don't dare to rob banks with intricate family power behind them, but they are more than enough to deal with a kid who hasn't even grown his hair yet.

There is no problem with the robber's self-confidence, but the premise is that that kid is not a clown.

The clown walked into the robber slowly, fumbling around in the newly bought small backpack: "How about I give you a gift? I remember it was here..." He looked into the backpack: "Wow Oh, I found it!"

As he spoke, he took out again, and then from the small backpack, Shi Shiran took out a pistol.

"What a coincidence, I also have your little toy." The clown grinned strangely.

Omir, who was sitting cross-legged behind the counter, blinked his eyes in confusion: "The clown...is he sick again?"

Brandt said indifferently, "He's not well at all, but something is wrong. He's been controlling himself for three years. Why did he suddenly become like this again?"

Omir thought of something, and said in a daze, "Are you angry?"

Brant asked, "Why are you angry?"

Omir looked at him and said indescribably, "I'm angry... there is no Batman here..."

Brandt: "..."

The case was solved, this is indeed the clown's normal brain circuit, and it is indeed something he can do.

The salesperson squatted down tremblingly, and joined their conversation: "Aren't you worried?"

Brant shook his head: "Jack has more self-control now, the robbers won't die...it should be."

He noticed that he didn't say clown, but said Jack.

The salesperson looked at him inexplicably: "I mean, aren't you worried about your friends?"

Brandt: "..."

Oh.

He misunderstood.

Omir said, "Don't worry, Napier won't suffer."

Of course the clown will not suffer. The robber's gun was pointed at his head, and his gun was also pointed at the other party.

He was still stimulating the other party with a smile.

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

"I don't think so. How dare a coward who dare not rob a bank kill someone?"

"Maybe your gun is a toy."

The robber yelled angrily: "Your gun is a toy, I just fired it, didn't you hear that!"

The clown said innocently: "You're right, my gun is a toy, since that's the case..." He slowly raised his lips, showing his signature smile: "Do you want to play a game?"

The clown seemed to think this was a good idea, and became excited: "I'll count one, two, three, and we'll shoot each other together."

The robber interrupted him: "Are you crazy?"

The clown said, "One."

Robber: "Wait a minute, I won't play with you..."

Clown: "Two..."

Robber: "Crazy, crazy, I didn't promise you at all!"

Clown: "Three!"

The index finger pulled the trigger without hesitation, and with the onomatopoeic "BOOM" in his mouth, a small red flag stretched out from the muzzle, which was terribly funny.

The useless trash robber had already put down his gun and crouched down with his head in his arms. The clown looked at him, laughing so hard that he could hardly breathe.

Brant came out from behind the counter, glanced at his father who was angry at the robber, sighed and picked up the real gun dropped by the robber.

"Forget it, Jack," Brant said. "You're not going to have fun playing a coward."

The clown wiped away the tears that did not exist in the corner of his eyes, and said distressedly: "What can I do? There are no little bats here."

Just at this moment, a green figure walked in carrying an inflatable hammer.

He had pale skin, purple hair, and sincere green eyes looking straight at them with a kind... exaggerated laugh.

"It's the Clown!"

The salesperson laughed and wept with joy.

Brandt looked at the Clown, then at the Clown, and continued his previous words: "But there is the Clown."

"I heard that there was a robbery here?" Xiaochou strode in: "Is it this funny big guy? Eh?"

He glanced over, and suddenly noticed Xiao Douding, who was wearing the same combat uniform as him, which was almost a replica of him, and said in surprise, "My God! Are you my... illegitimate child?"

clown:"???"

Brant: "Pfft."

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