Chapter 518: They Are All Clowns

Arthur guessed wrong. He thought the butler was taken hostage by the ninja master, but he didn't expect that the fact was not what he expected. Does that mean there is actually another opponent watching him in secret?

Arthur thought carefully about Batman's opponents. He only saw two from the video exposed by the quiz game. One was the ninja master Ras A. Gu, and the other was the crazy Joker. The other gang bosses were just a bunch of small fish.

Now the ninja master Ras A. Gu has been blown up. Could it be that the Joker is hiding in the dark?

But the problem is, I am the Joker!

Arthur frowned, puzzled, and could only hope to find some clues in the cemetery. The Batmobile was very fast. Not long after, he rushed to the cemetery. The tombstones stood quietly in the dark, and the air seemed dull and depressing.

Arthur's breathing became heavier. Since the fire, all three members of the Wayne family died. He had only been here for the funeral and never came again.

After becoming the eldest son of the Winn family, Arthur was completely immersed in this identity. He was also an emotional and sensitive person, so after the disaster, he was naturally very sad. He also subconsciously wanted to escape from these pains. In addition, Arthur also felt a little self-blame and guilt.

He felt that it was because of his appearance that the Wayne family suffered such a great disaster. Of course, to be honest, the Wayne couple would also die in the normal timeline. Arthur's guilt and self-blame were mainly because of his younger brother Bruce Wayne, who should have survived and become the Dark Knight of Gotham - Batman.

But it died young. Arthur occasionally wondered if he had stolen something that belonged to Bruce Wayne, took away the love from the Waynes, and the identity of Batman...

For various reasons, Arthur had always avoided visiting his deceased relatives in the cemetery, especially after he realized the darkness and chaos hidden in his heart, he dared not come, fearing that he would be stimulated and lose control.

His worry was right. Walking in the silent cemetery at this moment, Arthur felt like beating a gong and a drum in his heart. The crazy mumbling was like a tentacle, entangled him tightly, making him tremble all over, and a faint, particularly strange smile was on his face.

Along the way, Arthur struggled to maintain calm and rationality, and finally came to the tombstones of his parents and brother. There were flowers in front of the tombstones of the three people. As expected, they should have been brought by the housekeeper, but there was no sign of fighting nearby.

Arthur took a few deep breaths and managed to regain his composure. At this moment, he suddenly saw a shadow passing by from the corner of his eye. He immediately chased after it. The shadow was moving very fast, like a ghost, and at the same time, it emitted bursts of strange laughter, which made Arthur feel even more heavy-hearted. What the hell, why did this laughter sound so much like Joker?

"Stop!"

The two sides chased each other until they reached the wall at the foot of the mountain. The mysterious figure really stopped obediently. Arthur did not rush forward and stopped, looking at the other party with vigilance, "Who are you?"

"Hehehe...hahahaha, didn't you guess it?" The black shadow turned around, but only showed a smiling face with clown makeup. His face was pale, but his lips were as red as blood. He smiled strangely and said, "I am you, I am the joker!"

"No, it's impossible!" Arthur clenched his fists and asked with gritted teeth, "Who are you?!"

He suspected that he had an illusion in front of him, because this clown was indeed his face, the way he looked when he was crazy - the clown who put on makeup alone in front of the mirror, then stepped onto the stage of the Murray Show, and pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger at the host's forehead under the gaze of the camera and the audience!

"Arthur, this melodrama should be over." The clown stared at him and made exaggerated gestures: "You have completed a most funny joke, hahaha, joker half of the city, Batman, enjoy The applause and admiration for Batman, it’s so… fun!”

Arthur stared at him and repeated the question word for word: "Who are you?!"

"I am you!"

The clown stepped forward slowly, the smile on his face getting bigger and bigger: "In fact, you have always known, but you are unwilling to admit it... Arthur, no matter what you do, no matter what you encounter, whether it is the love of your family, Q&A There are good opportunities in the game, but none of these can get you out - you are a joker!"

Arthur's eyes were bloodshot and he was panting like an ox. He suddenly punched the approaching clown and hit him hard on the cheek, breaking the red and white face.

However, the Joker who was beaten laughed particularly happily: "You can't get rid of it, Arthur, you don't know what Joker is? You don't understand Joker."

"Get out! I'm Arthur, I'm Batman! I have the opportunity to choose, I'm no longer a crazy freak like you!"

Arthur pressed the Joker to the ground, waving his fists in a venting manner, but the Joker's laughter lingered like a nightmare, even if he beat the opponent beyond recognition, bleeding, even if he broke all his teeth, this weird laughter still never stopped.

What's even more bizarre is that this laughter is three-dimensional and loopy, as if it came from all directions. Arthur paused in his fist swing and looked up to see figures walking out of the darkness, with pale faces and bright red lips - they are all clowns, laughing at him at the moment.

"Joker, ah Joker, Arthur, you are the Joker, but the Joker is not necessarily you, understand? You can choose to be Batman, so the Joker can also choose..."

The beaten Joker said with a strange smile while spitting blood.

Arthur felt that his head was turned into a pot of porridge. In such a chaotic situation, the string of reason could no longer be held, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Hahahaha, they are all clowns, everyone, is a clown...hahahaha..."

The endless darkness covered him like a curtain, and Arthur's reason and consciousness were extinguished together.

But when he regained consciousness, it was already dawn. The dazzling sunlight woke him up. He climbed up from the ground with his splitting headache, but found himself lying in front of the tombstones of the Wayne couple and his brother.

There was a pool of dark red blood where he was lying. Arthur took a breath and raised his hands to see that the backs of both hands were broken several times, which hurt a lot.

"Hallucination... Everything last night was all hallucination!"

Arthur shook his head, thinking back to what happened last night, he still couldn't help breathing quickly. He forced himself to look around the cemetery again, and this time he finally got a clue.

He found the old butler's handkerchief, on which a string of numbers was written in blood, which should be the license plate number!