American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

"Although the process is very complicated, the conclusion is that the Owl Court does not have any personnel."

"They faked your personality, but they didn't tell you the truth, making you think you really were Falcone's son."

"But Falcone feels that his son has been replaced and that you are a monster they stuffed into him and hates you,

"It's a tragedy that Falcone lost his son, you lost your father."

"But there is only one innocent person in this story..."

Alberto lowered his eyes and said like a self-mockery: "When Evans was awake, I could see everything he saw and had his memories, but he couldn't see mine, so he didn't see anything. You know, he thought he really had an older brother, and even missed him very much."

"If you really want to take revenge on Falcone, Evans will lose his brother and father at the same time. Although Falcone does not regard you as a son, Evans really regards you as a brother."

Alberto was silent.

He is a personality created out of thin air, a rootless piece of grass, Fafalcone feels that he is occupying a magpie's nest, and the Court of Owls only regards him as a tool to realize his plan.

At his funeral, no one was saddened by his death. If there is only one root system in this piece of duckweed, and only one person really missed him after his death and created evidence that he once existed, that is His brother Evans.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Schiller turned his attention to Batman again, he said: "Although your alliance is torn in two, it's okay, we can talk about something happy, guess how big the court of owls will be. mold?"

"That madman is going to deal with the court. What reason does he have to do? What ability does he have?"

"Don't you understand? He's different from the crazy people you see on the street who go crazy because of the rain. It's completely different."

"Then I don't think he can deal with the Court of Owls alone."

"Let's make a bet, shall we? I bet the Court of Owls will be miserable."

With that said, Schiller picked up the remote control, turned on the TV again, and after a while of boring TV shows, the news report began.

However, before the news host had broadcast a few news, he suddenly showed a fearful expression, and then with a "bang", a hole was opened in his head.

There was a burst of laughter, and the familiar figure reappeared in front of the camera. The first sentence he said was: "Oh! I'm a criminal! I killed someone! What should I do?"

"Batman! Come and arrest me, I know you must be watching here from somewhere, come and arrest me the murderer..."

Batman on the hospital bed clenched his fists, he immediately wanted to stand up, but then, the Joker put his head in front of the camera and said, "Did you clench your fists? I wanted to stand up very anxiously, and wanted to run over and beat me. a meal?"

"But you can't do that..." He limped back a few steps, then walked over to the corpse of the male host, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the camera.

"Look, this dead man was shot to death with a pistol, and I happen to have a pistol in my hand."

"But you can't catch me, do you know why?"

"A bullet went to his head and I was on camera with a pistol in my hand."

"But no one saw me shoot. I was just an innocent passerby who happened to be holding a pistol with a suitable bullet type and passed a corpse killed by a pistol bullet."

"What are you going to do? Beat me up? Beat me, an innocent passerby?"

"What?" The clown turned his head sideways, put his hands behind his ears, and listened.

"You mean, I just admitted that I killed someone, and I just said I was a criminal?"

"But so what? I said I was a frog, or a woman, a stripper..."

The Joker twitches in front of the camera, turns around, and blows a kiss to the screen.

"Look, that's it, if you're going to beat me, I'll, woohoo..." The clown started to fake crying, beating his chest and stomping in place, he said, "This way, the audience will see a man in tights. Pervert, beat up a weak and poor passerby..."

"Oh, wait." He froze suddenly, then scratched his hair and said, "No, I'm not here to do this, well, playing with bats is so much fun, I almost forgot about it. ."

He let out a series of wild laughter and said, "Do you know the Gotham Theatre? You must know! I'm there for you, a big big surprise!!!"

"Did you hear that? Now the great comedian Jack is going on sale! It's 0:00 tonight, $20 per ticket! And get a bucket of brains popcorn with your ticket stub!!"

After speaking, he took a few steps back, tore a small note from the manuscript on the host's desk, and said, "Look, this is the ticket!"

Then he clumsily tore up all the manuscripts and threw them into the sky. The pieces of paper fell down like flowers scattered by a goddess. He said, "Call here to buy tickets! Right now! If it's a little late..."

There was a burst of laughter, and he continued, "You're going to miss the greatest comedy show ever!"

The screen returned to a snowflake again. Schiller yawned and walked to the desk in the ward. He said to himself, "What's the phone number for the TV station?"

As he spoke, he flipped out his phone's yellow pages, and dialed the number in a circle. After the call was connected, he said, "Hello? Is that the comedy artist Jack? ... Oh, you're being humble, I think you deserved the reputation of an artist just now. Three words..."

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"Yeah, I'm here to buy tickets, is it twelve tonight? I want three tickets, uh... maybe four, I have a friend who has a dual personality, he has to buy two tickets, what? Buy three get one free? Because I'm the first? That would be great, thanks."

"How do I get the tickets? TV mailbox? Okay...I'll put the money there..."

"Then I wish you a successful show, thank you, goodbye,

When he put down the phone and found Batman and Alberto staring at him, Schiller shrugged and said, "Anyway, he's dealing with the Court of Owls, so why shouldn't we watch the fun?"

"Also, although your Avengers are unfortunately torn in two, you still need a break-up meal, right?"

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, at the entrance of the theater, Schiller got out of the car, and hadn't waited to enter. He found an acquaintance, he walked up enthusiastically, held Gordon's hand and said, "Detective Gordon, you are here too."

Gordon said angrily: "Even if Gotham is full of lunatics, this one is too crazy. Do you know how many calls the police department has received in the past few hours?"

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"This lunatic asked Gotham to call the police for help!" Gordon laughed angrily, and he said aggravatingly: "He **** told Gotham to call the police for help!!!"

"It's a good thing, and it means that tonight will be the most normal night in Gotham."

"Normal?" Gordon, after a pause, heard Schiller say, "Detective, I know you don't agree with violence against violence, but the best way in Gotham is to fight madness with madness."

When the two were talking, an extended luxury car turned into the alley, the car was parked in front of the theater, the driver stepped down to open the door, and it was Falcone who came out. He saw Schiller and Gordon, and moved towards them. Came here.

The old godfather tidied up his cufflinks and said like a daily greeting: "Tickets are a bit hard to buy, right? When I called over, he told me that there were no tickets, which was really interesting."

"You haven't been rejected for years, haven't you?"

"It's true, but he heard that I have some prestige in the gang and decided to give me some special treatment."

Then, Father Daniel also got out of the car. He drew a cross on his chest and said, "Thank you Carmine, he took my share, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to buy a ticket."

Schiller said to several people: "You go in first, I still have two friends to wait."

Except for Schiller, a few people went first. After a while, the Batmobile slowly drove over. Batman got out of the car, and Evans followed him. Evans said happily, "It's been a long time since Gotham. The play has been performed, who is coming today? Is there a playlist? Can you show it to me?"

"I guess he should have given you lessons on the history of European theater, the history of modern opera, and vocal techniques on the way." Schiller walked over and whispered to Batman. "

"Not only that, he also demonstrated it himself." Batman said with a stern face.

"How did you sing?"

"Alfred would love it."

"You mean he's too old-fashioned?"

Evans caught up, and he just heard Schiller's last words, and he said, "Hey! How can you say that? That's following the classics, and I always thought those so-called new operas were blasphemous..."

The three walked into the door of the theater together. After entering, they were faced with a huge poster. It painted a group of owls with plucked feathers. They were hanging from a frying pan, with two hands underneath. With a knife and a fork, respectively, they seem to be preparing for a big meal.

"Opera and painting?" Schiller muttered to himself while standing under the poster: "Is it the artistry hidden in the personality? Or the vision and fantasy of art at the bottom?"

Schiller shook his head. He finally knew why the Harley Quinn in the original book was crazy. The crazy personality from the clown is the best research material for any psychologist. When you come into contact with him, it's hard not to. to analyze and explore.

Schiller took a map of the theater and said: "My manor is not far from here, and the neighbor gave me a map before, let me see... the ticket window... Oh, go this way, turn left. "

Going in along the left side of the poster, there was a ticket window on the right, and he found that there were indeed some popcorn buckets, but they were obviously not from this old theater, and no one would eat popcorn while watching an opera.

Does this confusion come from the lack of understanding of art in one's own personality, or from the chaotic thinking brought about by the madness? Schiller involuntarily began to guess why.

He leaned forward and looked into the ticket office. Suddenly, a dummy bounced off the floor and threw himself straight in front of Schiller. Schiller looked up and down the dummy and found that it should be left in the opera house. A dilapidated doll in the warehouse was used as a background board in the previous stage play, but it was now painted with a smiling face on its head.

Schiller reached out and dragged the puppet over, then flipped it up and down, and said a little disappointedly, "Where's the line? Why isn't that classic line?"

While he was researching the puppet~www.NovelMTL.com~ Evans took out two buckets of popcorn from the ticket window, he glanced at it, and said in surprise, "Why are there paper **** in the popcorn bucket? What about popcorn?"

Batman stood behind the two of them, feeling out of place with them.

Evans handed Batman a bucket of paper **** and said, "There's no real popcorn, but this one's okay."

"Didn't you say the new opera is a desecration of the classics? Are you really going to go to the opera with a bucket of popcorn?" Schiller asked him back.

"I just like to eat popcorn. I can never buy popcorn when I go to the movies. My dad won't let me buy it because there might be a hidden bomb in there."

Batman opened his mouth. He especially wanted to remind Evans that the barrel you are holding has a higher chance of hiding a bomb than an ordinary movie theater.

Schiller seemed to see what Batman was trying to say. He said, "Why don't you understand? He wouldn't do such a silly prank. If it's not good enough, then it's better not."

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