Chapter 249 [Extra] Diary Style 5 [Extra]

The clown changed. He looked at Jason as if he was looking at another person, a look back from the distant future. He pretended to be curious and asked, "My dear child, what are you doing here?" What a caring question. Even though his outstretched hand was not held, he didn't care and stood up from the chair leisurely.

Another flash of lightning shone in, and in that moment of tragic light, Red Hood saw before he could react that a blurry and transparent figure seemed to be peeled off from the body of this sinister, evil and cold-blooded madman. But it was obviously not a "dead man" with extraordinary powers, because he quickly solidified, and there was another "clown" on the scene.

And who is he? He is a projection.

Red Hood turned his head to look at a place in the cell, where a box-shaped machine was working and the indicator light near the switch was flashing red.

He had discovered the problem, so the two clowns looked at each other, their faces raised almost identical hideous smiles, and said to Red Hood: "I guessed why you came here!" "He said he guessed it! Unfortunately, the answer is not a secret to me, in fact, I know it better."

The Joker, who remained where he was, said the same thing as before. He had long been anticipating this farce to happen. Seeing this scene before him, he couldn't help but feel satisfied, even if the most important villain role was being stripped from him and given to another person -

But he had something more interesting to do, and he still wanted to get to the bottom of the mystery. He waited with extraordinary patience for the moment when the winner would be decided. He smiled and said to his companion beside him, "Alright, World's Best Partner, what do you want to say to my bird?"

The two of them are setting up a stage to perform here!

The Joker, full of malice, called Red Hood his bird, but how could he not be? You know, the kid had contributed a wonderful performance to him, almost made the little Batman cry, and he was really wronged because he had damaged his toy, not to mention that he had now taken the title of best partner of Batman and Superman.

The projected 'clown' grinned fiercely, but in a subtle tone, he said with disgust: "You are not my best partner, don't be so presumptuous." He had dealt with characters like the clown enough times, and coming here to face that pale and boring face was really meaningless.

The clown's lip curled, his displeasure clearly evident, but the other two present had no desire to appease him. Who would want to appease a comedian who was always moody, loved to exaggerate, and had a long and storied past? If he couldn't tell a good joke, he couldn't blame the audience for not buying it.

Red Hood looked towards the projection and gave only the briefest of hints, "Your daughter."

Joker: "Come on, you haven't found any clues yet, and you're trying to trick me into believing it?" He's not familiar with the bad-tempered brat in front of him, even if he's from another world.

But who could blame him for being generous? He surveyed his surroundings. Even within the cell, the thunderstorm outside couldn't be masked. So, he waved his hand and changed his clothes. He was just a piece of data, a projection. He effortlessly transformed from a clown-like outfit into a summer vacation shirt and a top hat. The only thing missing was a camera strapped to his chest.

This is no stranger to everyone in the Bat family, and it also means his malicious intent. There is another person involved next to him, who he is more familiar with!

The clown's face fell, becoming even more unhappy, but he managed to laugh instead. "You just said I wasn't a partner, and now who's trying to steal my credit? Can you be any more shameless? Act out all the jokes you prepared, and I'll watch."

The projection took two steps, turned around and said to the Joker with interest: "Who doesn't know how powerful you are? Brother, we are all the same after all. I also know how hard you work, but what's wrong with letting me show off my power now? No one will mistake you for me." Then he looked at the Red Hood.

"What happened to my daughter?"

He laughed out loud and teased the clown lightly: "Look, this kid is asking about my daughter. Why, don't you have a daughter of your own?"

"You are full of evil intentions, just like those awful and terrible people. You just want to get something for nothing, snatch my beloved child from me, and then..." He spread out his hands.

"Oh, forget it, you're just as bad as us. Why complain to you? Are you still a good person? Hahaha!"

What absurd thing was he saying! The logic was inverted, the language was confusing, and neither of the people present understood it. But for him, the words had already been spoken, and how they were interpreted was up to others. He wouldn't provide after-sales service, so it looked like he had given up on his acting career.

The Red Hood remained calm the entire time, and the Joker next to him didn't say a word either. He felt bored muttering to himself, so he looked around at them and narrowed his eyes, "So, did you guys discuss this? Blocking the internet, not wanting me to get involved in Gotham affairs, and stealing your little Bat? You're such a stingy guy." This sentence was directed at the Joker.

This programmed creature is extremely intelligent, no different from a real person. He and the program received by Red Hood accidentally came to this universe, but apparently there was a problem with his landing point, and he ended up here with the Joker.

They are all crazy, who doesn't know who?

The Joker cut off the network in Arkham Asylum, preventing him from connecting to the Internet and doing anything with it. They were on guard against each other, and the Joker obviously didn't have the ability to completely destroy him, so he had no choice but to let it go. Finally, Red Hood broke into Arkham. All this happened within a day.

"What about you? Information related to my beloved child reached you? What did you think?"

He really couldn't understand why Jason Todd, after getting hold of a clue, would come over like a greedy stray dog ​​and wouldn't let go. What did this have to do with him?

He couldn't figure it out, and in the end, it could only be attributed to the fact that Jason was a good person? And Megan liked such good people?

But he didn't care about the answer. He introduced himself with a smile: "You can call me Xiaoke, although it's just a code name. What? Are you saying that I stole someone's code name? But does it matter now?" He spoke as if talking to himself, and the smile on his face exuded deep malice.

At this time, the clown spoke up, "What are you talking about? Can you call me too? Mr. Laugher has a daughter, so..."

"Jason," he called out with a strange grin, "You think I lost her, and you think I have some clues."

"But that's impossible."

Normally, the Joker wouldn't be so frank, but now, one of them is his bird, and the other is the Laugher, who has unknown origins but looks just like him. Sounds like they're from another universe? The Joker really doesn't understand what's going on. If he's trying to act, he can't hide it from the Laugher, and he still wants to see the bird's reaction!

"I've only kidnapped some children, but none of them stayed with me, okay?" So he was curious about how the Laugher could have raised a child. And based on Red Hood's reaction, in that universe, the connection between the two children was also quite deep? But was it really possible?

Knowing that he was curious, Xiaoke said to him, "Are you really curious? That bad boy wants to hear the news for free."

But the next moment, the Laugher glanced at the Red Hood and said in a decisive tone, "Knock him down."

The Joker had a bad feeling before he opened his mouth. There was a secret between the Laughing Man and the Red Hood that he didn't know, and he had tried to destroy the Laughing Man before, so suddenly he was the one in danger.

But it was too late for him to think about these things. Almost as soon as Xiaoke finished speaking, the Red Hood who was blocking the cell door attacked fiercely without showing any mercy and using ruthless force in every move. They already had a personal grudge, and the Red Hood would no longer tolerate it.

As the clown tried to defend and fight back, the joker stood by and said, "It's like you've been locked up in this prison for too long. Or maybe you're so old you're planning to retire. Your hands and feet are weak. Look, your movements are like those of a monkey in a circus, but there's no audience here to laugh at you."

He verbally suppressed the Joker, and when the Red Hood was attacked, he also mocked, "There's another kid here who thinks he's so high and mighty that he wants to take the name 'Red Hood' for himself?"

"But who wouldn't say he's loyal? Because the Joker brought him pain and suffering, so after coming back from the dead, he wanted to make his identity known so that everyone would know he was the Joker's creation."

The Laughing Man was talking nonsense to himself, watching as Red Hood finally defeated the Joker, subdued him, and took out a rope from the universal belt around his waist to tie up the Joker tightly. In order to better restrain him, he broke the Joker's arms before doing so. Even though the madman started laughing wildly, because there was still a Joker here, it seemed like he was trying to save his dignity.

The noises happening deep within Arkham were drowned out by the sound of thunder and rain, and no one noticed anything unusual here.

Red Hood has already controlled the Joker. He stood up and looked at the Laughing Man, "Tell me about Megan." He didn't think the Laughing Man could do anything in this situation. He had been disconnected from the Internet, so there must be a carrier.

The Laughing Man turned to the Clown and said, "You don't have a daughter of your own, so he's asking me now. Do you want me to conjure up a daughter for him?"

Is this reasonable?

But he suddenly fell into deep thought. "I'm not going to make a model of her to be my daughter, but I think you all should get to know her, right? She's my most beloved child. She's unique and special. No counterfeit can replace her. Of course, I've never done that before."

Xiaoke raised a hand, and soon a new set of projections began to form in front of him. He lowered his eyes with a grim expression as he looked at the figure of a little girl with black hair and green eyes being modeled. Her posture was vivid, but there was no life in her eyes. However, Xiaoke was so familiar with her that he easily made her come alive.

It was just a set of data, and it was undoubtedly manipulated by Xiaoke. Her cheeks were clean and she looked young and thin, but she was extremely dependent on him. She hid behind Xiaoke, and sometimes kicked him or punched him hard, making small movements constantly.

But she was not alive, only the appearance that the laugher knew her to be.

"My daughter, Megan."

"God, I'm just a programmed creation, but she makes my heart flutter and I love her no matter what."

The Laugher: "I remember my mission. I was going to do something, but an accident brought me here." He was chasing the 'device', aiming for a certain space-time node in the multiverse, but he was stranded here because of that stupid damn clown.

Thunderstorms are the perfect prelude to crime. Red Hood realized something had happened, "Laugher! What have you done?!"

All the prison guards in Arkham rushed here. If someone looked down at the prison from a macro perspective, they would see someone lying in the bathroom, his life or death unknown, with many materials scattered around him, and a puddle of semi-finished nitrous oxide on the ground that had not yet evaporated, but this poison had already infected enough people, and they were all controlled by the Laugher.

The comedian opened his arms wantonly, his smile undiminished. He was just a projection, and it seemed that the Internet outage did not pose any hindrance to his conspiracy.

Red Hood had already heard the noisy footsteps outside, so he picked up the crowbar from the corner and smashed it hard at the machine that projected the Laugher. He destroyed the thing, but it did not prevent the Laugher's voice from coming out from a corner of the cell.

"Jason, the answer you want is exactly the answer I'm looking for. Actually, no matter which answer you give, I'm not satisfied."

"It's just that I'm even angrier now."

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