Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Laura expected that this expression would not be particularly good-looking.

But the clown froze when he looked at her.

Even though it was only as long as one breath, he did freeze.His pupils were so weird that he couldn't see the primary color shrinking, and then expanding. He stared at Laura's face without moving, as if the whole person died for a moment.

Isn't it, Laura thought, so ugly?

"Who is Pagliacci?" The clown leaned over the table and approached Laura.

He was acting very normal at this time, if you ignore his outfit that is absolutely not in line with normal, just listen to his voice and tone, you can even say that he is very patient and gentle.

In fact, the clown is really patient and gentle.

Just like Lola sometimes appears patient and gentle.

"People from the parallel world." Laura said, she struggled to search her memory, and her thoughts gradually became smoother. She recalled the whole story related to this joke, as well as the two people directly related to this story.

"It's a good joke, isn't it?" Laura immediately said, she leaned on the table excitedly and approached the clown, "I think this joke is great!"

"That's right," agreed the Clown, "a great joke! a perfect joke!"

"I know how obsessed you are with funny jokes, so I told you." Laura tilted her head sweetly, "Do you think this joke is worth your life?"

"Of course not, Laura dear," replied the Joker cheerfully, "it's worth far more than I am!"

Although Laura knows that the clown's way of thinking is different from ordinary people, and his actions are often illogical, she is still very surprised that he made such a statement so simply and neatly.

She and the clown looked at each other for a while, then sighed suddenly, and they all limp on the table.

"You know I won't kill you," Lola said. "It's boring."

I don't even know what she was talking about.

Is it the fact that she won't really kill the clown, or is it the fact that the clown sees her thoughts?

"You're wrong, Laura dear, I don't know." The clown smiled eccentrically—it was probably not his intention to laugh so eccentrically, but the exaggerated paint on his face made him look creepy at any time.

"You're the same person as me, I can feel... never know what I'm going to do next, right? Hmph." The clown lay on the table, carelessly messing up the neatly folded table. Neat cards, "Actually, I think you have a special talent... same talent as me! Hahaha! Listen to your jokes! Your clown jokes!"

He stared at Laura: "Do you want to kill me? Come on, honey, do it, killing me is not much more difficult than killing a cat..." He grinned nervously, " Why not kill me? Kill me—and become the new clown!"

He laughed maniacally, and Laura lay on the table with her chin resting on the back of her hand, silently looking at the laughing clown.

She suddenly became angry, and she didn't know where the clown was poked—maybe it was when the clown laughed wildly and said, "You and I are the same person"?

People only get angry when they are poked at a pain point.

"Listen to the rumors about you, clown, I admit that you are always portrayed as scary." Laura sneered, she straightened up and crossed her arms, "Everyone says you are a crime expert, the most Terrible super villain, you are so clever at manipulating people's hearts... guess what I think?"

The clown looked at Lola with interest.

"—I think these people are all fucking farting," Lola said with a smile, "their heads and asses should switch places, otherwise I don't understand why they are so good at *. *It's more than what they say Funny, don't you think?"

"*is much more interesting than what they said," Laura continued, "at least *has different colors and different flavors, and what they say is nothing more than a few words, the wheels come and go, it's just a lump of * Tens of thousands of people passed it back and forth—one pulled it out as soon as it was finished eating, and another person continued to eat it and pull it out."

After saying this, Laura paused for a while.

"You can talk now," she reminded the Joker with a smile.

Her green eyes were like the buds of early spring, and it was an angelic face.

clown:"……"

He rolled his eyes and looked at Laura: "I'm not smart, my dear, I just know that everyone has a dark side... and what I do is to help them do what they want to do but dare not do. "

"Really." Laura said nonchalantly, "In my opinion, what you are doing is like pouring strong aphrodisiacs on a group of people and then locking them together, showing this group of people to the world. Having sex like a brute and proclaiming - that's human nature."

This is so funny, this kind of thing is bestiality, and has little to do with human nature.

In fact, Laura didn't quite understand why the clown could become one of the most dangerous villains by virtue of these games. He was obviously a guy who could be crushed to death with one finger.

Of course, when one clown dies, tens of thousands of clowns will stand up—then continue to kill the tens of thousands of clowns behind, what a big deal.

Laura could understand why bats took killing so seriously.

He stubbornly blocked others and did not allow others to kill the clown, and Laura could understand.

But she still thinks clowns are...

"Boring." Laura shook her head, "It's so boring, clown. You are always laughing at the rules, the system, and justice... This behavior is very ridiculous, because a person who really doesn't care about rules, systems, and justice—— They will not ridicule and subvert them at all."

Like Lola herself.

Whether it is justice or evil, order or chaos.

Laura couldn't see any difference between them.

She doesn't take pains to try to prove that justice must be good for the world, nor is she interested in the idea that evil is necessary in the course of world history.

She doesn't think order is wonderful, and at the same time, she doesn't cheer chaos.

Of course, she often does things that are not in line with her ideas, and some things even go against her long-standing concepts, but when she does these things...in fact, she will not be "right" to her actions , "wrong" judgment.

It's like she hasn't killed anyone since she woke up. She doesn't think it's right or wrong. She doesn't do it simply because——

Because of Superman.

Also because of friends.

If the person she likes doesn't like her doing something, then don't do it, it's nothing, and she doesn't value it.

But now, Lola's problem is that some of her favorites might want her to kill the Joker.

But more people don't want her to do it.

... This is very difficult.

If Bruce's father disagrees with Jason, then she will definitely give priority to doing what Jason likes.

But if Dad's ideas and Jason's ideas are different, then Dad's ideas must be given priority.

But the two fathers have different ideas...Superman definitely doesn't want her to kill the clown, what about Lex?What is he thinking?Why did he create conditions for her to meet the clown?

It's so difficult.

The peace in Laura's heart fluctuated constantly, she thought and hesitated very seriously, but her thinking did not hinder her from speaking at all.

She said: "Your personal power is nothing at all, clown, your power is almost zero. The reason why you can be so rampant is because the justice you have been mocking and sniffing at is protecting you."

"Protection?" the clown muttered.

"The chaos you created caused great panic, because most people live in order; you commit a small crime that can be spread all over the world, which just shows that this is a very small number of incidents-black spots It’s especially obvious on white paper.”

"'Joker' scares people...not because of what you're doing," Lola said, "but because of the contrast."

"It is those things that you firmly deny that make you so powerful—people will be in awe of a warrior who has the courage to swing a sword at the dragon. If this warrior can survive a few tricks at the dragon's hands, then He is simply an unrivaled hero!"

"And why doesn't the dragon kill the warrior? Maybe it's because he thinks it's fun, or maybe it's because this strong warrior will kill other warriors. If this warrior is left behind, he won't have to deal with the constant rushing up to seek death. ants."

"Do you think bats are dragons?" The clown's focus was obviously diverted, "And I'm a warrior? Oh," he shook his head, "That's really an interesting statement..."

What Laura said before seemed to have no effect on him, and Laura didn't care at all about his attitude.

She just wondered, how long can she stay in the cell completely free of worries and undetected? 10 minutes, or two 10 minutes?

But she certainly didn't talk for the full 10 minutes.

"I'm just talking casually." Laura put down her hands absently. "Anyway, the dragon and the warrior can switch identities at any time. If so, what is the difference? Where do you distinguish?"

The same story, viewed from different angles, often leads to completely different conclusions.

Although Laura is not very interested in the so-called distinction between justice and evil, she still knows the differences between different camps very well.

"You do have talents similar to mine." The clown said with admiration, "Incomparable talents! You are as interesting as Rebecca, dear Laura, I can't wait to see what unexpected things you will do in the future move!"

Now he looks normal again.

The guy seemed to alternate between extreme madness and extreme coolness—or maybe he was always both extremes at the same time.

Whatever it was, Laura lost interest in continuing to talk to him.

"You are wrong." She said, sighing suddenly, "Well, I have to admit that you did say something about me, but what you said was not my future, but my past .”

Frankly, the Joker felt relatable and familiar to her in a way.

Because in the past, in those real worlds that she mistook for games, she had played a role similar to the one played by the Joker in this world many times.

Delight in chaos in the context of a generally orderly worldview, or enjoy order in the context of a generally very chaotic worldview.

"I am indeed very similar to you, and I do have many talents." Laura said, "I mean... a lot of people can't understand our style, but they don't know about destruction and creation, this thing-how wonderful .”

"I follow my ideas and you follow yours. Although we are in different camps, we are essentially the same."

"But," Laura said, "I've played the game many times." She said sincerely, "what you're doing now isn't at all as terrible as what I've done."

"...In terms of quantity, I slaughtered the entire planet when I was the most exaggerated. I dismembered everyone, used their skulls as flower pots, used their brains to grow flowers, and painted their blood on every inch of land; Torture, I've tried many kinds of torture too, taking all the bones out of a guy and letting him wait for himself to rot while he's conscious, trust me, a whole planet of people are my toys, and I'm good at innovation. "

"You mean psychological torture?"

Laura sighed, "If you want to know, I once did a very funny attempt. I tried to convince a modern civilized person that I was a visiting alien, and told them a cruel truth. I told them that the whole earth is a breeding ground, human beings are the tools to be bred, and the aliens enjoy watching their sex. "

"—The more exaggerated the better, the weirder the better." Laura whispered, "If we can hybridize strange species, it will be the most wonderful scene in the eyes of aliens."

"I also told them that my arrival is because the events in this farm have become boring, and I'm here to give a warning, if they don't become more interesting in a short time..."

She blinked once, and then again, with a knowing smile.

Omitting all the war process and intrigue, Laura gave the clown the answer directly.

"Then, it only took less than 20 years for them to become very interesting."

She paused, then added: "And they've culturally accepted that it's an honor to be funny, just like medieval people thought indulgences worked, they thought promiscuity was An honor."

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she told the clown as if telling a little secret: "Really, they have a lot of tricks."

"It's a wonderful story." The clown murmured, "Although there are many logical inconsistencies, it can be told as if it is true-but wait, dear Laura," he moved his neck slowly, "in Who was the clown in the joke you told me?"

"Good question." Laura said, "This is a joke written by Rorschach in his diary."

"For what?"

"For the death of a clown."

Immediately afterwards, Laura turned her head and looked outside the door, and told the clown with regret on her face: "The time is almost up, I have to go."

"As for your life," she thought for a while, "I don't have any attachment to your life...and I don't want to make Dad angry, so leave your life to someone else."

"After all, revenge is sweet," she said quietly, with an inexplicably melancholy tone, "and you won't get fat."

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