[DC+Marvel] why so serious

There is no doubt that the clown has a special status in the suicide commando. Others dare not control him, and he has no interest in controlling others.Even Rick, who was sent by the government, opened one eye and closed one eye to the clown's actions, and at most he handed in a report to Amanda behind his back.

And Rick's approach made the clown's behavior more and more unfettered.

Therefore, the clown is also the only one who can hold Jamie's hand in the street.

With one hand held by Daddy and a milk bottle in the other, Jamie sipped relish from the tube.

Jamie, who sucked half a bottle of milk down to his stomach, stopped suddenly, "?" The clown paused, looking at Jamie with raised eyebrows.

Jamie flat-mouthed.

"Daddy, I miss Bucky." I didn't feel it at first, but after the initial freshness faded, what was left was full of missing Bucky, Max, Peter and other friends.Of course, it was Bucky he missed most.

The clown's good mood was ruined, he pursed his lips, his displeasure was floating on his face.

"Haha! Mommy, I can run faster than you! You can't catch me!" A little boy's innocent and happy voice sounded.

"Crack!" The boy turned his head to talk to his mother while running, and knocked Jamie down with a slap without looking ahead.

"Jamie!" "Jason!" When the two boys fell to the ground, two voices sounded at the same time.

"Jason! How are you?" the little boy's mommy trotted nervously.

However, when the little boy was about to answer with eyes wide open, a hand lifted his back collar, and he shook his legs uncomfortably.

The clown deliberately took Jamie shopping without makeup today, lest as a "public figure", he would be surrounded by "fans" asking for autographs, so he only wore a peaked cap to block other people's eyes.He pursed his lips tightly, and two long scars forming a treacherous smile were suddenly exposed in front of the little boy.

"Little devil!" The clown has no sympathy for the child. He is in a bad mood, but he can't get angry at Jamie. Do you want him to know that his dear Daddy is going to compete with his little friend! ?no!this is too scary!And the boy bumped into it just in time.

"Jason! Sir, please put down my son!!" Louise, who was running in a hurry, saw a man in a peaked cap lift up her son, and shouted hastily.

"Tsk! Don't even say an apology, what a rude brat!" The clown glanced at the surrounding environment, and some people had already noticed them.

The clown, who hadn't planned to make a big deal and formally meet with Superman, put down Jason, "Is your name Jackson too?" The clown lowered his eyes and said meaningfully.

Louise hurriedly protected her son behind her, looking warily at the man with his chin bared, "Jason, are you okay?"

"No...it's okay." Jason said in a daze.

"Let's go! Jamie, Daddy will take you shopping." The clown lowered his peaked cap and picked up Jamie.

Jamie glanced regretfully at the shattered milk bottle that fell to the ground, and there was still more than half of the milk in it!He hugged the clown's neck obediently, and looked curiously at the boy with the same name as himself.

When the clown passed by, Louise seemed to vaguely see the hideous scar on his face.

She shook her head and knelt down to check if her son was injured.

"What's the matter? What's wrong?" Louise breathed a sigh of relief seeing that there was no bleeding on her son's body, but she couldn't help asking worriedly when she saw her son stunned.

Jason was so frightened that he was still thinking about the scene just now.

The hideous scars that crossed both sides of the mouth, and the pair of eyes that were as deep as poisonous snakes, stared at him as if they were looking at a dead person.

"Wow!" Under Louise's anxious care, Jason finally burst into tears, holding Louise and crying.

"Aha! Good boy, take whatever you like!" After negotiating the price and the quantity of the goods with the seller, the clown said "kindly" when he saw Jamie standing aside and looking at the "gadgets" on the table.

Jamie blinked, took a grenade from the table and put it in his pocket.

"Let's go! Is your body still in pain?" Holding Jamie's hand, the clown asked kindly as he walked.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Jamie may really have the explosive factor passed down from the clown, and he rolled his eyes with a smile when he got a grenade.

"Then it's settled." The clown seemed relieved, "Daddy will avenge you." This sentence was insignificant.

The next sentence brought up the opposite topic, "Little Jamie, do you want to see Superman?"

Seeing Daddy's dangerous grin, Jamie knew Daddy was about to make a move, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Damn it! It would be nice if the goddamn clown lives in Gotham City today! If you get crazy, you will make trouble!" The white man in the sheriff's uniform yelled.

"Is what he said true?" The young police officer, who knew he was a rookie at a glance, asked in disbelief.

"Nine out of ten." Another old policeman shook his head, breaking the hope of the young policeman.

Fifteen minutes before the incident, a clip recorded by the clown appeared on the Metropolitan TV station. The clown in a purple three-piece suit raised his iconic grin and "friendly notice" to the citizens of the metropolis , he planted seven bombs in the Metropolis that could blow up entire buildings, and if it didn't make him feel funny, he would blow up a place every 15 minutes.

"Don't be afraid, we have Superman." The young police officer said hopefully.

"...Yes, we have Superman." After a moment of silence, the old police officer slowly agreed.

Superman, the patron saint of Metropolis.No super criminal can escape his grasp.

The metropolis at dusk is quite beautiful. The clown looks into the distance, waiting for someone with great interest.In the distance, several helicopters hovered over a burning building, six or seven fire trucks sprayed water jets to fight the fire, and many ordinary citizens waited around.

In the blink of an eye, a red, blue and yellow figure quickly rescued everyone in the building one by one at an unimaginable speed.

"It's Superman!"

"Thank you, Superman!"

"Superman, I'm your fan!"

"Superman! Thank you for saving my daughter!"

In the circle of ordinary citizens, there were cheers and voices of gratitude one after another.

After superman Clark Kent from Krypton put down the last little girl in the building beside her mother, regardless of the girl's mother's voice of gratitude, he turned seriously and flew towards the rooftop where the clown was.

The clown who was a little bored took out the button in his pocket and was about to press it again, "Joker!"

Superman arrives in time to stop the Joker.

The clown sat up straight and grinned.

It's not so boring after all.

"Hi, I'm Superman." Superman introduced himself.

"Aha! Who else in this metropolis is stupidly wearing a blue tights, a red cloak, and a big letter S on the chest?" The clown said to himself.

However, he continued with a little displeasure: "But your uniform, oh! Why isn't it a bit Gothic? But it suits you quite well."

"It's just as stupid." Having said that, the clown laughed strangely again in a joyful mood.

"And your uniform has nothing memorable, nothing personal, it just looks like some stupid pajamas. You're boring! Vain! You'll never see Batman's boobs A big B running around!" The clown pinched his chin and commented on Superman.

Superman looked at the clown calmly, unmoved, "You did so many things to lure me out, maybe it's just to tell a joke? I'm here to make sure you won't hurt anyone."

"Actually, I just think this city is too crowded. People and people will knock others down when walking on the street. It is very necessary to control the population! Oh! My thinking is so far ahead." The clown said He laughed at himself again.

It is indeed very advanced!When will people be killed in order to control the population!Superman took a deep breath, and he found that he really couldn't keep up with the Joker's thoughts, which may only be understood by Batman.Thinking of Batman, Superman's eyes darkened.

"What exactly do you want?"

"Um...I don't even know." The clown pondered for a while, and said openly.

Superman said seriously, "It's illegal to plant bombs all over the city!"

"But it's exciting, isn't it?" The clown laughed wickedly.

Superman was still thinking about his appointment with his girlfriend and son in the afternoon, so he set off the clown, "If I were you, I would obediently tell you where the bomb was placed right now."

The clown just said, "Baby, do it!"

"咻──" A gray object with a length of 7.15 meters and a long tail was approaching menacingly, and rushed towards Superman with the momentum of destroying everything.

Seeing this, Superman advanced instead of retreating, and took the initiative to meet it, holding it firmly with his strong arms.He can't retreat, this is a public place, once he backs away, the rocket launcher will hit the buildings behind him, injuring innocent people.

Superman's speed is faster than flying bullets, and his strength is stronger than that of a locomotive. He can jump over tall buildings in a single leap, and it is common for him to take down an out-of-control plane with his bare hands. This small rocket launcher can't help him .

It's just that if a small, really small, but palm-sized hand grenade is thrown at yourself when you are embracing the rocket launcher with both hands, and you can't dodge it, will the difficulty be a little higher? ?

Jamie couldn't help but sneak out of the door curiously, wanting to take a closer look at his masterpiece.

In other words, the grenade that Jamie took on the table before was one of the three most powerful anti-human grenades—the white phosphorus bomb.It takes advantage of the property that white phosphorus will burn once it comes into contact with oxygen, and it will continue to burn after it hits an object until it goes out.It is an extremely dangerous and terrifying incendiary bomb. It is difficult to remove it in time if it touches the skin. The burning temperature is so high that it can burn all the way to the bone. At the same time, the smoke produced is extremely irritating to the eyes and nose.

Jamie trotted to the clown, and the two took out the gas masks they had prepared and put them on.

They were on the rooftop, and the smoke was quickly blown away by the strong wind, revealing the robust figure of the middle man.

"Wow! Daddy, does he look familiar to you?"

The clown tilted his head thoughtfully.

The author has something to say: The Superman here is probably the Superman of the New 52 period, not the strongest silver superman, nor the golden superman who first debuted.

To be honest, the difference between Superman and Clark is a pair of glasses, and even the hairstyle has not changed. Even if ordinary people don’t think that Superman will be by their side and have no doubts, shouldn’t other villains, especially Luthor, be looking for Superman?This should be easy to spot.Here, Superman and his girlfriend Lois had a baby Jason, but they didn't get married, because in "Superman Returns", Louise became someone else's wife, poor Lex.Under the balance of the two sides, it is better for Louise to be a girlfriend.

"Actually, I just think this city is too crowded. People and people will knock others down when walking on the street. It is necessary to control the population! Oh! My thinking is really too far ahead." Said the clown, Do you all understand? Is it too cryptic?

In this chapter, does anyone find out who Superman intends to settle accounts with?

After the next chapter, Jamie will have to return to Marvel. (Has anyone discovered the fact that silently writes nine chapters in each volume?)

There is no such easy calculation between the Joker and Superman.

There are very few people who read the article on Sunday, is it because they all go dating and playing?