American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Gordon put the coffee cup in his hand on the table, and the bottom of the cup hit the table with a crisp sound. He sighed and pulled the chair away. The moment his **** hit the cushion, he heard the old TV beside him suddenly emit a sound. A loud noise made him jump straight from the chair.

Originally, the TV was playing an ordinary TV series. Suddenly, the screen turned into a snowflake shape, and there was a huge noise. The screen flashed, and a pale face, green hair, and a scary clown painted on his face. People with makeup appear on the screen.

The clown's smiling face made him look like he was smiling all the time, but there was a whimpering sound in his mouth. , from Grieving Jack, my good friend Batman is gone..."

His voice was like firewood, it sounded dry and astringent. Suddenly, he stopped performing and stared straight out of the screen. The corners of his mouth turned downward fiercely, but his makeup remained the same. With that quirky smiling face, it made him look distorted.

"...I'm going to find him, even if he just humiliated me." He said sullenly, and when he wasn't smiling, an atmosphere of terror pervaded.

Schiller was in the ward of the Arkham Asylum, watching the TV on the wall.

The clown suddenly made another sad expression. He said, "I'm a poor homeless bastard. After the road cracked, the truck driver lost his job. I still have a bank loan to repay, woohoo..."

He suddenly covered his face and began to cry, and then the whining sound became more and more sharp, and then turned into a crazy laugh. He raised his head and split his mouth, and the sharp laughter spread all over the place. Every corner of Gotham.

"Did you think I would say that?!! He yelled frantically: "That doesn't matter! ! The important thing is the bat! You idiots! ! ! "

He hugged the camera, his pale face magnified infinitely in front of the camera, as if he was trying to find something through the camera, he kept bringing his eyes closer.

"When was the first time I saw him? I think about it, I think about it..."

"Oh!" The clown suddenly shouted, his body leaned back and straightened again, his hair was thrown to his forehead, and his eyes were covered in the shadow of the hair. The corners of the curled mouth slowly raised, and the expression became gentle, but even more bizarre.

"I hit a thug to death with a hammer, and his head popped like a watermelon, and that's it—bang!"

"Then his comrade yells, Bats are coming! Bats are coming!" Joker pouted to mimic a cry for help.

"Bat? Hahahaha bat... a bat that doesn't kill..."

"How can there be such a person? I think, these gangsters think Gotham has a savior! Hahahahaha..."

"I deliberately blow up buildings, knock other people's heads, or let them run out and call for help... But the bat just won't come! He won't come to see me! My savior won't come..."

The clown covered his face with his hands and slowly slid down, pulling his pale skin down with his fingers, easily exposing the blood-red muscles under his eyelids.

"And today I know why..."

He suddenly grabbed the camera like crazy again and shouted: "Because he thinks I'm a killer trained by those idiots!! He thinks I'm no different from the lunatic on the street! He... woo woo... he feels I'm an ordinary lunatic... woo woo woo..."

"A normal person... woo woo... how can you be friends with the great Batman..."

While crying, the clown wiped his tears with his arm. He said sadly: "When I went to save him...he actually thought I was the killer of the court of owls..."

Suddenly, he puffed out his chest, took a deep breath, filled his lungs with air, grabbed the camera and growled loudly but: "He thinks I'm mediocre!!! Thinks I'm no different!!! It's all your fault! !!!”

"You've made so many lunatics!!! You made Batman think I'm a normal psycho!!!! He can't see me! Can't see me! Won't play my game..."

He was almost hoarse, like screaming, and everyone in front of the TV could feel his anger and sadness.

Suddenly, he calmed down, looked straight at the camera, and said, "You have a plan, I have it, I have it, I want to prove it to you, I am Batman's friend, I am, I am different……"

"I call this plan..."

"Owl is big! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

With crazy laughter echoing in the sky, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and it rained again in Gotham.

The TV turned into a snowflake again, and Schiller stood up, took out the remote control, turned off the TV on the wall of the ward, dropped the remote control, and turned to Batman lying on the hospital bed and said, "How is it? It feels good. Is it time?"

Batman pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing, Schiller folded his arms and said gloatingly: "This is what happens when you don't listen to people's advice, I have said before, don't use that unlucky name, this time Okay, split in two, right?"

Evans from the hospital bed next to him shouted, "It has nothing to do with that!"

His voice was still a little dry, but he was full of energy. The Dionysian factor in his body had healed all his injuries, and even the scars he left before no longer exist.

However, the Batman next to him was not very good. He was still wearing drips, and his injuries were obviously not minor. He could not get up smoothly until now.

"Who is that madman?" Batman asked suspiciously: "I was blown away by the explosion. When I woke up, I saw him leaning in front of me and laughing at me."

"I thought he was a claw sent by the Court of Owls and sprayed him with anesthesia spray on my arm, but he didn't respond at all."

"I asked him if the Court of Owls sent me to kill me, and he started screaming and smashing things like crazy, then crouched on the ground and cried."

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"He hit me with his fist, I vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and he apologized frantically, then ran out and said he was going to find a doctor for me."

"I saved you while he was out." Schiller said with a shrug.

"Did he just say that he created a lot of cases before?" Batman frowned and said in a deep voice, "I always thought he was the same as those who went crazy because of the rain."

"But looking back now, about a few weeks ago, I was out on patrol and had three bombings in one night, an unusually high frequency even in Gotham."

"He just wanted to befriend you, but you didn't see him at all."

"Too many madmen in Gotham." Batman's mouth turned down, looking cold and serious. "Why should I tell the difference between them? I have no interest in going inside a lunatic."

Schiller walked between the two hospital beds, moved a chair and sat down, then turned to look at Evans and asked him, "I explained it to you before, that's how it happened."

Evans' grief was evident when he said: "I don't know anything, I've been kept in the dark, I..."

He covered his eyes in pain and said, "I clearly remember that my brother and I have a good relationship. I can even remember his smile, but if I think about it carefully, I can't remember anything."

"People's memory has a protective mechanism. When your personality is revived, too many memory loss and incoordination are very likely to lead to the collapse of the personality again."

"At this time, the self-healing function of the spirit will work, and he will beautify many important things to fill the vacancy of your memory and the trauma of your spirit."

"I don't think he's like that, he's not..."

Schiller suddenly stretched out his hand and directly pressed Evans' forehead, causing his upright body to fall to the hospital bed and his head on the pillow again. Evans twitched, and when he woke up again, his eyes became different. .

"You should be able to see Evans' performance, right? Alberto?"

He was silent, although he looked exactly like Evans, but when Alberto came out, his facial muscles seemed to be all different.

"I told Evans before, you should have heard, you are actually the personality created by the court of owls, the killer cultivated by their brainwashing plan."

Alberto sneered and said, "Do you really think I'm loyal to them? If I don't show fanaticism, how can they use me to complete that plan? How can I get the chance of immortality?"

"You only seek eternal life?"

"Vengeance...and revenge." Evans' nose twitched, making him look very fierce.

"If, as you say, I am the personality created by the Court of Owls, then they have made a huge mistake."

"They shouldn't make me another godfather, they shouldn't make me look like my father, they shouldn't make me a real Falcone, there's no Falcone in this world who would be willing to At the mercy of others."

Schiller leaned to one side and leaned on the arm of the chair. He said with interest: "Actually, I also thought it was very strange at the time. The behavior patterns they set for you and the thoughts they set for you are in conflict. "

"They want you to be loyal to the Court of Owls, and they want you to be the perfect heir to the godfather, exactly like the old godfather."

"But the old godfather can't be a fanatical believer who submits to some mysterious organization. He only believes in himself and the authority in his hands."

"So you pretended from the beginning?"

Alberto shook his head and said, "No, I did defect to the Court of Owls, but not because I was superstitious about them, but because I wanted revenge on my father."

"Before, I never found the reason, but when you told Evans the truth, I understood."

"I understand why I can't feel a little bit of affection from him, and I can't feel a little bit of his trust in me."

"He never thought of me as his son."

Alberto's voice was getting lower and lower: "Maybe it was for me to play the role of Falcone's heir, and the Court of Owls didn't give me any truth, so I thought I was really Falcone's son. ."

"But he's not a good father~www.NovelMTL.com~ Every look he looks at me, every action he does, is malicious..."

"...He wanted to kill me." Alberto's voice trembled.

"Can you imagine?" Alberto's voice began to take on some madness: "Your father sees you as a monster all the time, and he struggles every day whether to kill you..."

"I don't know why that is at all." Alberto said painfully: "I thought I was his son, I don't know why he didn't trust me so much, or even hated me, I was about to be driven crazy by the looming malice Now! I have to kill him! I want revenge on him!"

Along with Alberto's narration, Schiller seemed to see that on a rainy night with lightning and thunder in the Falcone Manor, the young Alberto faced the tall Falcone, Falcone hugged him, As if worried that he was afraid of the thunder, he took Alberto into his arms.

But the eyes that turned his back to Alberto were full of deep hatred and madness. The young Alberto was held in his father's arms. He looked out the window at the rainy night. There was only fear and helplessness in his eyes, but it was not because of There was a roar of thunder that lasted all night.

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