Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 307

“The reason night is scary is because of fear you cannot see.”

With a calm narration, the dark screen gradually brightens. Within the pitch-black void where nothing could be seen—

“Can’t we just grab that and go? Let’s go that way!”

“Yeah? Then this is really the last one, okay?”

“Yes!”

Voices of a happy family echo. A boy hums between his mom and dad, holding their hands.

And then, suddenly, it happens.

“Wayne...! Hand over everything you’ve got!”

“I’ll give you everything, just calm down and lower that gun—”

Bang!

A sudden gunshot rings out. And the meaning that ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) gunshot carries...

“...Shit.”

It signals the start of a rotten day. Like a trigger for a foul nightmare.

Thud.

Thudududuk.

Thudududududuk.

No wonder the dream felt so awful. Rain was hammering the windows violently.

A pounding, desperate cry to be let in. It dragged up memories of that day, begging to be saved.

“...Shit.”

He frowned and reached for the glass of iced water by the bed. It’s as if someone knew he always woke up at this hour whenever it rained. The thoughtfulness made him let out a dry chuckle.

“Alfred, are you there?”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Why are you up so early?”

“It’s said that as you age, you start sleeping less.”

That’s probably a lie. Living together for so long, you learn things whether you want to or not.

Like just how weak and protected I still am. No matter how much I’ve trained to overcome it, mentally, I’m still that five-year-old boy.

“Will you be going out again today?”

That question caught me completely off guard.

“...You knew?”

“How could I not? You’ve been rushing through your business classes and going to bed early.”

“Since when?”

“A month after you returned from your world trip.”

“So, from the start.”

Thududududuk.

The roar of the rain crashes into my ears.

A brief silence.

As always, Alfred is the first to break it.

“Jin, you don’t have to push yourself so hard.”

“It won’t change the past, right?”

“A future buried in the past will never shine.”

“It doesn’t have to shine... It’s just easier living like this.”

The vigilante activity of a third-generation chaebol. If you only read that phrase, it sounds like a rich kid’s little rebellion.

But if it’s happening in Gotham, the story changes. A place where at least three violent crimes happen daily. Where the mafia has their own banks, and shattered windows line every alley.

Doing vigilante work in a place like that—

It’s the equivalent of jumping off a skyscraper without a parachute.

“The treasures of the Wayne family include you, Young Master.”

“....”

I didn’t reply to that.

These conversations always end the same way anyway.

“Trying to atone for the sins of a five-year-old...” Yeah, that’s what he’ll say again.

With a face full of bitterness, I push myself up.

“I’ll be back, Alfred.”

“Please be careful, Young Master.”

Night falls. And Gotham’s streets, where even screams get drowned out by the rain, I just wanted to clean them up already.

“...Mom? Dad?”

That day—

So that little boy who cried like a fool won’t ever exist again.

***

‘...Is this guy insane?’

The audience watching the opening of Murcielago all had the same thought.

‘There’s not a shred of awkwardness.’

Not Bruce Wayne, but Jin Wayne.

An Asian adoptee born from an entirely original universe.

It could’ve felt awkward...

But after that opening performance, that notion vanished completely.

On screen, Kim Donghu—or rather, Jin Wayne—appeared in full vigilante form.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“Knowing won’t change anything.”

Normally, Batman uses a wide array of gadgets to incapacitate enemies... Eventually ending in a brawl where he knocks them out.

But Jin Wayne’s Batman?

He boldly used firearms from the start.

Non-lethal rounds.

Bullets designed to subdue without killing—

They didn’t kill, but inflicted pain intense enough to wish for death.

BANG!

“AAAAARGHHH!!”

A long, clearly illegal barrel spat fire as it shattered ribs and crushed insteps one by one.

“....”

Crime doesn’t always have a reason.

Just like his parents that day—

Who died despite being innocent.

Jin Wayne unleashed unrelenting judgment on criminals.

Thud!

Crack!

When the bullets ran out, he flipped the gun—

Gripping it in reverse, using it like a tonfa.

He smashed skulls in succession, sending criminals into concussions.

One.

Two.

Three.

Crunch!

Sometimes, he got stabbed.

BANG!

Sometimes, he got shot—but it didn’t matter. It’s not like he walked out onto the streets unprepared.

Crunch.

“I don’t like designing equipment without knowing the exact purpose. It’s dangerous.” 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The audience watched, spellbound, as the chemistry between Catwoman and Batman played out. And all the while, the story pressed forward.

What was the composition of the drug?

Where did it come from? Who was distributing it?

Jin Wayne worked day and night to uncover the truth. And then, the screen transitioned.

Midway through the film. In the new scene—

“Mmm... every time I drink this, it’s pure bliss.”

“My brain, heeheeheeheek! It’s—melting, it’s g-g-gonna melt!”

Criminals with clown makeup jerked around, tripping over themselves, high out of their minds.

Every one of them—

Their faces painted in identical clown masks, their bodies twitching and convulsing—

Yet not one of them moved from their spot, as if preassigned.

“How much longer do we have to hide like this? We could be... wilder, louder, bolder!”

“Joker hasn’t given the signal yet. But he will soon.”

“Bat—Bat-Batman! He has to die! He broke my nerves—every time I move my right arm, it hurts!”

Not yet.

But soon.

A swirling chaos begins to form in an abandoned factory. And unlike most riots, this one isn’t loud—it’s quiet.

Focused.

They were wound tight, waiting for an excuse to unleash violence. Smiling widely, they waited.

“I can’t take it anymore! I can’t take it!”

And just like that, half of them broke formation and burst out of the factory.

Their fear of Batman dulled by the drug.

And in that dulled space, courage settled in—

Sending them surging back into Gotham’s night.

More than twenty clown-faced men stormed a local orphanage.

No real reason.

Call it a sudden, irrational hatred of the rich. Maybe because they saw the Wayne Foundation plaque at the entrance.

An impulsive act of destruction.

Even though the orphanage was a sponsored site, it was so underfunded that they spent more on debt repayment than on security.

And just like that, the orphanage became a playground for the clowns.

They called the police—but who knew when they would arrive?

And then, their fear made its return.

“You fucking bat bastard! I’ll kill you!”

“I’ve been waiting for you! You—come closer, huh? One step, and I’ll kill every single one of these little brats! Every! Single! One!”

They no longer feared Batman.

Not while they had Smile. Not while they were still grinning. To them, the world was as bright as day.

“It’s night—but it feels like daytime... Hope itself. A drug that can save even criminals. Isn’t that hilarious?”

And then, on top of a tall building—the camera pans to a figure watching it all unfold.

Green hair.

A white suit and white shoes, reflecting every bit of light. A black vest beneath, symbolizing what’s hidden underneath.

And last—clown makeup.

When the camera reveals his face—Kim Donghu. No—the Joker.

“...Holy shit!”

The audience gasped aloud.

So this was the big secret behind the Joker reveal?

“...Wait—Donghu’s playing both Batman and the Joker?!”

A disbelief that rocked not just Korea—but the entire world.