Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 282

I don’t remember when I started living with Bruce Wayne’s face.

Was it when I came to Gotham? Or from the moment I was born?

I’m not sure. But honestly, it doesn’t matter.

Because there’s nothing fun about that.

“Khhk—k-hahahahahaha!”

I can’t hold back the laughter. Is it possible for something to be this funny?

That I have the same face as the heir who built Gotham?

“Then maybe... I can be the master too, right?”

Wayne.

Wayne.

Wayne.

No matter how many times I say it, it rolls off the tongue so perfectly. Then what kind of Wayne should I become?

Ah... just thinking about it is enough to drive me mad. I can’t calm this excitement.

Of course, to do it right, I need preparation. To be precise—preparation for fun.

All games have rules. Even a child’s play has unspoken ones.

After sorting out my thoughts, I slowly looked down. There lay a man, limp like a fish out of water.

“So that’s why you need to join me. You get what I’m saying, right?”

“...Kuh, kuh... You’re that guy they call Smile?”

“Smile? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the Joker.”

Crack.

I broke the wrist of the guy spouting nonsense.

“GAHHHHHHH!!!”

“Come on now. It’s already crippled—why so dramatic? Phantom pain?”

“Th-the nerves are still alive, you bastard!”

“Oh—oh. My bad, then.”

Gotham’s three bridges. Its two tunnels. And the five subway tracks beneath them.

What used to be a subway system for public transport—was now a smuggling route.

They brought in all sorts of things. If it made money—or if someone paid for it—it came through here.

The moment you noticed it, the sharp stench of ammonia would hit your nose. This place, which used to be guarded by five strong organizations.

Those who’d lost their past glory—could no longer smuggle with the same boldness.

“Wouldn’t it be better to just kill you like this?”

“What?”

“Batman, I mean. He claims not to kill, and yet... he left you all crippled.”

The moment I said it, the face of the man guarding the first track—the so-called First Train—froze solid.

More severe than when I crushed his wrist. He began to shake, as if recalling the moment.

“Judgment exists to prevent,”

He recited Batman’s old line word for word, eyes darting obsessively around him.

You’d think someone who lived underground would be used to darkness—but like a child scared of what’s beneath the bed, or that fleeting moment of blindness while shampooing your hair, First Train trembled uncontrollably just hearing the name.

“Is he really that scary?”

“What’s so funny to you, huh? This situation? The fact that your one-man show took down our entire group?”

“I mean... yeah, that is kind of funny. It’s a decent joke.”

But that’s not what I asked, is it?

Bang!

“GAHHHHHHH! YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHY’D YOU SHOOT ME?! I WAS ANSWERING!”

“Shh. Just hold on a second.”

A bullet, casually fired, drew another scream. Did I just sever the muscle and avoid the bone? Nice shot.

“Batman... Batman... Hmm. That has a good ring to it. I like it.”

Might even roll off the tongue better than “Wayne.”

Click click click.

I tried to fire another round, but I was out of bullets. Damn. Did I go overboard with the fun?

“Anyway, about my proposal—what do you think?”

“Proposal? You mean that was a proposal?”

“To be exact, you’d be working under me. I need a lot of manpower right now.”

“You really think you can kill Batman? What’s the goal here?”

The goal?

At that question, I paused a moment.

Was this something so serious it needed a “goal”? No. Not at all.

It’s just a joke.

“Break a symbol, take a city. It’s just... comedy. You’re supposed to laugh at it.”

“And after that?”

After that? Ahh—

Crack!

I shattered the jaw of the one who kept asking. Why plan things out so meticulously?

What kind of idiot thinks about what happens after a comedy show ends?

“I’m not some man of tomorrow. Don’t be such a stick in the mud.”

I smiled brightly at the frozen man. And whispered gently—

“Why so serious? Just enjoy it.”

First, I take the rail line. The depths of Gotham—its lowest level. Then, you’ll show yourself.

Because bats always do.

“Khhk... haha... AHHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Just thinking about it makes me laugh.

Let’s waltz in Gotham’s night. A delightful waltz. One that’ll never come again, and never be forgotten.

Batman, I hope you laugh too.

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