When I woke up, I found myself tied to a chair and locked in a dark cell. The brother in the next cell who liked to chatter affectionately called me "the clown".
I could barely make out my appearance through the reflection of the rusty metal prison door. I had green hair, a pale face, and a bright red grinning mouth. Oh, hell, I really am a clown.
But which world is this clown from? First of all, exclude Lego, although I think only Lego may be the luckiest option for me now.
Although I have long passed the age where I would be accepted as a helper instead of breaking every bone in my body, but if this is the Last Knight on Earth, will I still be lucky enough to be Robin? But I don't want to make my head into a lantern yet, and I don't want to see Batman being torn apart by the people he trusts. If it is true, I will definitely find a way to prevent that from happening...
But what if I replace the most common one in that setting, the crazy one who brings fear and endless chaos to Gotham, the one who wants to drag Batman into corruption... What about the madman?
If that's the case, then I think my best choice is to bang my head against the wall when I can get rid of this restrictive clothing and move my body.
Batman will not kill the Joker, yes, I know this, I understand, and I am too lazy to argue with anyone who disagrees with his non-killing principle, but yes, yes, no matter what, I am not Batman, I am just an ordinary person who admires and admires him. God knows if my thoughts will mutate because of the clown's brain and blood. God knows if I will go crazy and do something I regret.
So, while I was still conscious, before the Joker personality came back, I made a decision. I was going to escape from Arkham, and the purpose was to kill this body.
If I can use this method to save one scourge from the world, it will be considered a feat in my boring life. Come on, that's Batman. Can you help him be super cool?
Ah, you ask where my consciousness will go after this body dies?
WHO CARES?
Why so serious?
Purpose: Self-disreconciliation among mentally ill patients