[Comprehensive British and American] Self-Rescue Guide for Clowns

My name is Arthur Fleck. It should be a time traveler. At first, I thought I was just entering an ordinary European and American world. Everything seems ordinary. Children, generally speaking, go to school in an ordinary way, grow up in an ordinary way, and... Until my mother, who worked as a maid in a wealthy family, was fired by ruthless capitalists. She tried to find some new jobs, but unfortunately, she got sick, maybe because the job market was really sluggish, and no one was willing to hire her until she was defrauded of all her money by a scammer. Well, it seems that I have to experience the daily life of homeless out-of-school children with American characteristics. In short, let's make the most of these days of studying. Oh, my poor mother, she started writing. She's trying to get her former boss to save her—yes, she's very convinced that he's a good guy. Hiss, as far as these capitalists I know so far... Are there any distinctions between good and bad? Until one day, my mother, who couldn't wait for a reply, finally couldn't bear the pressure and confided in me that the other person's name was Thomas Wayne. Oh, Thomas Wayne. Um? ! What favor? What's wrong? ! Something doesn't seem right. The famous Batman... Is his name just Wayne? So I asked my mother sincerely, "Is the city we live in called Gotham?" My mother looked at me as if I was crazy. "Our city is called Gotham city. Do you have a fever today?" Too bad. It must be because my English was so poor in my previous life that I can't even equate Gotham with Gotham in this life. Okay, now it's even worse. As far as I know, there seems to be a big bad guy named the Joker in the future, who thinks about sending ordinary people in Gotham to meet God every day in order to tease his little bat—— In order not to become a part of their play, I decided to actively save myself. "Mommy." I asked again sincerely, "What do you think about us moving to New York next door?" My dear mommy looked at me like I had finally gone crazy. "We don't have a dime left, dear Arthur." She said ruthlessly, "Do you know how expensive the rent is in New York?" Oh, okay. Sure enough, ordinary people live a more realistic life. The dream of getting rich overnight and the life of a vigilante in the sky have nothing to do with me except for being a fish in the pond. Oh, I can't even get half a dime out. For the time being, I gave up the current complacency and decided to start making money from my baby. Try to take my useless mommy and move to New York next door before that guy called the clown arrives. For example, let's first earn a little pocket money from my cute classmates who have plenty of pocket money through silly short stories and hell jokes. V Me 50, listen to my revenge plan against Thomas Wayne. Then one day my mother said that he was my biological father. I:? There is no need to add settings to me like this. I know it will make my shitty short stories more popular - but my dear mommy, we don't have the money to pay royalties to a rich man. Of course, you enter the village quietly, and you don't want to shoot anyone! But my mom seemed very insistent on it. Okay, I can accept a little bit of crazy mommy about the peachy fantasies of menopausal women. After all, my mother never disliked my laughing disorder. Let me reiterate, I feel that my mentality is very healthy. Could this strange disease be the billions of little settings the world has added to me? Maybe I am still an important cannon fodder in a certain chapter, so there must be some vivid memory points? Yes, that comic has been serialized for thousands of chapters. I can say it gloriously and proudly—— I haven't read a word of it. In short, let's earn some tuition for ourselves first. Well, dear Mommy, it costs money to send letters. How about we change it from once a week to half a year? My dear mommy gave me a complete childhood. Tsk. Adults always beat children whenever something happens. However, a few days later, I was downstairs in my house, next to the extra-long stairs that made me almost exhausted every time I climbed them. Oh, and there was a lot of garbage there - and there was a luxury car parked there. Oh, I seem to be Thomas Wayne's cub. ... It seems that there is no need to pay the copyright fee. Of course, it would be even better if the father didn't recognize him. Damn it, I don't want my self-made great career to die in the hands of the hateful capitalists! ———————— The following is third person copywriting. Arthur Fleck. It's mommy's pistachio. It is also a delight for school children. From the moment he realized that he seemed to be in Batman's world, he continued to work hard to save himself, and successfully lived to the age of sixteen, and moved to New York, where he also met a very good family—— Oh, his surname is not Wayne. He is an illegitimate child. It is always difficult to get involved in other people's families. And he hates Thomas. The capitalists should indeed hang up street lights! But one day something unexpected happened, and people suddenly traveled through time. He fell into Wayne Manor, and his brother, who suddenly aged more than a year, put a batarang against his neck and called him the Joker. It turns out that he is the king of poker, he is the craziest in Gotham City, he stands guard in front of McDonald's, and he is the busiest in the circus... The clown? ! Ah? ! Then he started a journey through N worlds. It's just... Quite interesting. Hahahahahahaha—— Reading tips: This article is not a normal clown, Arthur is a good boy, really. It's a personal gift! Privately located! Not the original setting—— The entire text is in the third person. Please don't have any good impressions of the clown. The poor man must be hateful. His past was indeed society's mistake, and his continuation of mistakes is his own unavoidable sin. Cherish truth, goodness and beauty, we are born under the red flag, grow up in the spring breeze, and resolutely adhere to the three correct views. Don't forget to smile, kids. Motto: No one is a clown