What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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While talking to the Joker, Ian was also using his basic skills to multitask, using the black box to scan every area of ​​the entire Earth.

however.

Got nothing.

His black box even detected old guys that were hard to hide, ancient guardians and old gods, and even power fluctuations such as the Crimson of All Beings.

Unfortunately, there was no response from Superman's life force.

Ian was getting really anxious.

His words caused the Joker to clutch his head in despair.

"Oh, damn it, the most effective way to deal with me is to surpass my teacher, to make me forget me, to sweep me into the dust? You're not just vicious, you're ruthless!"

He suddenly pointed to the sky, as if accepting his bet, and said, "Alright, alright! Your dad's on Mars! He's playing a 'who's the real man' game with some dark version of himself~"

As he spoke, the clown commented that Ian's father didn't seem like a real man at the moment. Ian felt like he was spitting out poop, but eager to save his father, he decided to come back later to sew the clown's mouth shut.

After getting some information from the clown, Ian smashed through the dome of the Batcave without saying a word. Debris rained down as his figure broke through the dome and became a streak of light shooting straight into the sky!

"Ian, who should be locked up in the underground dark room, definitely still has some manuscripts left. Spit them out, spit them out."

The clown staggered to the cave entrance.

Looking up at the figure disappearing into the starry sky, he shouted hoarsely, "Hey! Aren't you going to rent a mount?! The latest mount I captured in the wild has twelve wings! It flies faster than light!"

Watching the light spot vanish in an instant, he kicked a piece of gravel away in frustration.

"Damn it! I can't fool you!" Just then, the Joker suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly took out his phone to send a voice message: "Harley! Go and print out the Gotham Gazette for me."

"Tomorrow's front page headline! It must read—'Shocking! Superman's son, with the help of the great Joker, saves his useless father and even more useless accessory Batman!'"

"Make the font bolder with fluorescent powder!"

This was something that offered the Joker some solace. He squatted in the ruins of the Batcave, humming a bootleg Gotham tune, and pulled out a gold-plated, diamond-encrusted shovel to start digging.

[Digging and digging and digging in Gotham's garden~]

Plant the seeds of madness, and you'll see chaotic flowers bloom.

[Water it with the most toxic fertilizer~]

Who's the madman? You? Me? Or him?

This is certainly not the Joker's original song, but Ian's. Just because Batman wouldn't dare install surveillance doesn't mean the Joker wouldn't. He set up a lot of drones outside Ian's Demon Manor.

When Ian was digging up zombies to piece together a perfect body for Dr. Hannibal, the Joker was amazed by Ian's songwriting talent.

now.

He also adapted Ian Smith's song to add a bit of fun to his work. He dug and laughed, dirt flying everywhere, seemingly searching for something in this forgotten corner. Finally, in an inconspicuous spot, his shovel struck the ground where it had been before.

soon.

He dug through the rubble, and the clown carefully brushed away the surrounding clods of earth, revealing the yellowed note.

"I knew there were short stories in there!"

Yes, that's what motivates the clown to work. He picks up the note with his fingers, which are gloved with purple lace, and his green eyes tremble excitedly in the dim light.

The note was covered with dense writing, and Ian couldn't contain his creative talent.

In a gloomy corner of Gotham City, only the Joker's maniacal laughter and chaotic pronouncements once echoed.

But ever since she met Ian, that boy with a gentle smile and a determined light in his eyes, everything has quietly changed.

At first, the Joker scoffed at Ian's "naiveté"—fighting evil with happiness? How ridiculous! The Joker scoffed at it.

When Ian first met him, the Joker was already terminally ill.

All they know is destruction and screaming.

However, everything changed the moment he met Ian. Bathed in Ian's glory, Piedmon Joker broke through the limitation of being a Perfect-level Gotham Baby and could not evolve further. It evolved silently, and in the swirling, unseen data currents, it became an Ultimate-level Digimon.

[This part is crossed out and replaced with the four large characters "Gotham Baby"]

[Without even needing an evolution device, the Joker, one of Gotham's two kings, received a blessing! Under Ian's influence, the Joker unknowingly evolved a happy nervous system on the spot, becoming a... a... a... well, basically a blob of happy clown beast!]

That's all there is to the story.

The following text makes the clown seem a bit unhappy.

The text not only describes the amazing transformation of the happiness nervous system, but also mentions a special gift—the [Ultimate Invincible Super Concentrated Limited Edition Clown Laughing Gas].

According to the note, this nitrous oxide was a gift from the Joker, inspired by a sudden inspiration, specifically for Ian on Christmas Day. Its creation is extremely complex, requiring the collection of the purest toxic gas from deep beneath Gotham City and its refinement through a series of mysterious and ancient alchemical steps.

Legend has it that just one drop of this laughing gas can plunge the entire city's inhabitants into uncontrollable laughter until they exhaust their last ounce of strength. It is not only highly contagious but also has a long-lasting effect; once released, it spreads like a plague, penetrating everywhere.

Even more extravagantly, to ensure the uniqueness of this gift, the Joker specially added pollen from a strange flower that blooms only on the highest peak in Gotham City on the night of the winter solstice each year as a catalyst.

"A mad quantum collected from the tenth dimension!"

"It's a fusion of the Comedian's last words, Batman's nightmares, and Lex Luthor's jealousy! [Batman secretly hid Luthor in a lab further down there, which you discovered yourself.]"

"Eight million 'haha factors' are contained in every cubic centimeter!"

"It's in an antimatter crystal bottle!"

"Even Darkseid would want to tap dance if he smelled it!"

To be honest, after reading Ian's descriptions, the Joker was a little doubtful about life. He didn't think that laughing gas was made like that... nor did he think he could make such laughing gas.

This is not Ian's story.

This is Ian's wish.

"..."

When it comes to Gotham's Joker, very few people can make him speechless. He first crumpled the note into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, then, finding the taste off, spat it out, smoothed it out in his palm, and finally carefully stuffed it into the breast pocket of his purple suit, patting it to make sure it wouldn't fall out.

No one could explain what the Joker was thinking with those two short actions. He then continued digging through the ruins outside the Batcave, wielding his half-gilded, drill-riddled shovel. Finally, he broke through the buried entrance to the Batcave and crawled inside like a mole emerging from a burrow.

Ah~ Sweet Home!

The clown looked around and spoke shyly.

The Batcave remained cold and damp, filled with Bruce Wayne's quirky aesthetic of "I'm rich but I like living in the basement." The control panel screen still flashed a paper cutout of Injustice Superman and played the phrase "Miss me?" on a loop.

The clown ignored him.

He walked straight to the locker, pulled out buckets of colored paint, and acted as if he were at home. The Joker grinned, prepared various spray paints and pigments, and began frantically graffitiing the walls, floors, and even Batman's bed and blankets.

His theme was very clear.

This is the 18+ fanfiction of "Batman's Tragic Love Story"—"Batman, Hit Me Ten Thousand Times Again," a 98+ fan comic full of artistic flair.

It's not advisable to look at anything that might offend your eyes before you're lying in your coffin.

"Hehehe—!" He laughed wildly, wielding his brush like rain, the strokes creating a whirlwind. Batman and his own poses became increasingly outrageous, the plot becoming more and more indescribable.

Batman's cape was torn into the Joker's suspenders, his belt slacked, his muscles contorted in a servile manner. The Joker's drawing was masterful, incredibly realistic, and many Robins watched from the sidelines. His laughter echoed through the cave, still manic, but now tinged with a sense of triumphant satisfaction.

Just then, a slight noise came from the cave entrance. It was the familiar footsteps that the clown could recognize without turning around—light, bouncy footsteps accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground.

"Is the newspaper matter settled?" the clown asked without turning his head.

“Of course it’s done. I only took ten minutes. Now it’s yours.” Harley Quinn climbed in, wearing her signature red and blue clown costume.

This female Joker wields two pistols and has a slightly mischievous look in her eyes.

"very good."

The clown still didn't turn around.

He continued drawing "bondage play" scenes on the Batman suit collection cabinet.

"Huh? Where's that boy?" Harley Quinn first admired the artwork covering the wall, then looked around, trying to find the artist who had recently "bewitched" the Joker.

Of course, she couldn't find Ian.

She and the clown were the only ones in the entire Batcave.

"Oh, Ian Kent, he went to rescue his crybaby dad," the Joker replied casually, his spray paint still on, adding 108 shiny abs to the comic book Batman.

Clearly, the Joker, as the number one fan, has updated the Bat-Family image to the latest version, which is the fully muscular version that Thomas Wayne had in Ian's movie.

"You actually let him go to save Superman?" Harley blinked, somewhat surprised. "I... I thought you were here to enjoy his suffering and lead him into darkness."

Hear the words.

The clown's spray paint suddenly stopped.

“You mean ‘get out of the darkness,’ right?” he said softly, as if talking to himself. “I’m sorry… I’m a little powerless. I feel… he just wants to stay in the darkness.”

Harley was completely stunned. This wasn't the Joker she knew. The Chaos King, who took pleasure in destroying hope and glorified leading others to depravity, was now showing... hesitation?

She stared at him, trying to find the familiar madness, the twistedness, or even that chilling pleasure in his expression, but the Joker was calm to the point of being unfamiliar.

“Puddin…” Harley Quinn hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t help asking the question that had been bothering her. She felt that the Joker looked different from the Joker she knew.

"What happened to you!"

This is an expression of concern.

The artist, Clown, did not answer immediately. Instead, he put down the spray paint can and tapped his chin lightly with his paint-covered fingers, as if he were pondering a philosophical question.

“Harley,” he spoke suddenly, his voice low and calm, “what style do you think I am?”

Harley was stumped.

She hesitated, trying to answer by referring to the public's perception of the clown.

“Uh… madness? chaos? enjoying watching others break down? creating art from pain?” She counted on her fingers, “like… driving good people crazy, making heroes fall, making the world like you… happiness? Give him hope first, then crush it with your own hands, make him understand that the world has no meaning, and then he will completely belong to you.”

Harley Quinn hesitated for a moment before saying those words, but she spoke sincerely and shared her understanding of the Joker, which was indeed quite insightful.

of course.

It's only a few points.

Harley Quinn, as one of the Joker's most outstanding creations, is still someone whose understanding of the Joker can only be achieved through speculation. The Joker listened quietly, a slight smile playing on his lips, but his eyes grew increasingly unfathomable.

"interesting."

He spoke softly, then picked up his paintbrush, dipped it in paint, and slowly walked towards Harley.

Harley didn't flinch, she just looked at him curiously.