American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Do you feel crazy when you think something is abnormal and everyone says it's normal?

Batman is in this state now. Batman, who has just debuted, his opponents are only some gangsters, or robbers, and the most powerful are only talented thieves like Catwoman, or A powerful mob boss like Maroney.

The current Gotham has not yet reached the level of the Gotham stage, so the current Batman is still a vigilante with a normal thinking.

But suddenly one day, this night, he suddenly found that he seemed to be surrounded by lunatics.

A madman shot and killed a host on a TV station, and then said madly that he was going to hold a show at the Gotham Theatre, and everyone around thought it was normal, and they even bought tickets according to the procedure, Including his ordinary psychology professor, Godfather of Gotham, Father, Gordon...

No one seemed to question this absurdity, which made Batman wonder if he was going crazy?

Human beings have a herd mentality. When their attitude is contrary to yours, very few people can choose to stick to themselves. Although Batman has not wavered, the weird feeling in his heart is gradually weakening.

In fact, if you think about it, it's not absurd, because this is Gotham, Gotham has been crazy long ago, and now it's just a little more crazy.

After checking the tickets and picking up the popcorn, the three officially headed to the performance hall. The Gotham Theatre only has one main performance hall. When Schiller and the others walked in, the rest of the people were already seated, except for those Schiller acquaintances. There were still many onlookers.

Below the stage was a group of television cameramen, Schiller lit a cigarette and went to chat with their boss.

"What? Why am I here? Of course it's because someone hired me. In fact, even if he doesn't give me money, I'm happy to come and help, because he killed the most annoying host."

The head of the group of cameramen was a bearded man. He took the cigarette from Schiller and said, "You don't know how annoying he is. He has so many things every day that we can't get off work on time."

"That green-haired guy is crazy, but he doesn't seem to be interested in money, and many people who want to buy tickets put the money in the TV station's mailbox, and it's hundreds of dollars, enough for us to pay I'm on a foreign business trip."

Schiller thought, it seems that this clown is not completely irrational, or that he understands people the most.

The photographer pointed to the backstage and said, "It's not just us, he got a whole troupe of logistics staff from somewhere, and I heard that he seems to be from this old theater. He told them that the Gotham Theater is about to be revived. There will be countless people watching here tonight, so they will help him prepare for the performance, look there, there is a band there..."

Schiller looked in the direction of his fingers and saw that there were people rehearsing.

Schiller wasn't too surprised, because he knew something about the Joker, but Batman was different, and he was really starting to suspect that he might be crazy.

Why in such absurd situation, everyone acted step by step, very normal, and no one raised any objections?

Schiller returned to his seat and found Batman meditating. He said, "I told you a long time ago that Gotham is an endless book, and every day makes new discoveries, Gotham, every day is different."

"Recently, natural and man-made disasters have continued. The roads are cracked and the buildings collapsed. Many people have nothing to do. When the logistics reconstruction was carried out before, almost everyone earned a sum of money. If you don't spend it, what else can you use it for?"

"I think it would be nice to have a show, better than a **** party, right? Evans?"

Evans sat stiffly in his seat and said, "Professor! Why didn't you tell me that my father would come too? If I knew he was coming, I wouldn't come! If he saw me holding a popcorn bucket, I would It's dead!"

"Don't worry, your father should forgive you for this little mistake. After all, you are still alive, which is good enough."

That being said, when Falcone turned back and glanced at his son, Evans hurriedly shoved the popcorn bucket in his arms to Batman.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the stage, and a man in a purple tuxedo limped onto the stage with a loudspeaker in his hand, shouting: "Ladies! Gentlemen! Look at me. Look at my new suit!"

As if he had lice on his body, he moved his shoulders vigorously and said, twisting his waist from side to side, and said, "Damn, this neckline is a bit tight, I shouldn't listen to that clerk, I should buy a size bigger... "

"Okay, it doesn't matter, I'm just a host, you can call me MR. Jack!"

"Let me see... oh my God! There are so many people! I'm so touched that you all came to support me, wait! Who is that? Batman!! Gotham's superstar Batman !! Let's cheer for him!!!"

As he waved his arms vigorously, the orchestra made a noise, and the people below were even cheered, and Batman still sat in the audience without a word.

"You should stand up, bow left and right, and nod your head," Schiller told him. "This is a necessary part of the interaction between the host and the special audience."

Batman turned his head left and right, and found that everyone seemed to be looking at him expectantly, but just as he hesitated, the Joker on stage shouted: "Okay, who else? God! Godfather of Gotham Your Excellency is here too!"

The godfather didn't get up, but he held out a hand and waved it from side to side.

"as well as……"

The Joker seemed to be choking suddenly, and he said, "How did you pronounce that word? Wait, uh..."

He turned around in his pocket, took out a small note, looked at it and said, "Professor Rod... Riggs!"

Schiller stood up and nodded to the left and right, then waved again.

"I hate that name, but it's a mouthful," the clown muttered in a low voice.

Then he revived his spirits and said, "Welcome to the opening show of the great comedian Jack!"

"What did I say before? What did I say the plan was called?...'Owls are bad luck'? No, no, no! I changed my mind, this name is too vulgar and not worthy of me!"

"Now I'm going to call it—death of the owl!"

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Accompanied by his high-pitched tone, the orchestra played an opening song. In an instant, the curtain behind him was pulled open, and several lights focused on the center of the stage.

There were several hemp ropes hanging from the ceiling, and at the ends hung people tied from head to toe. They were men and women, old and young, but they all had the same characteristic, that is, they wore white masks in the shape of birds.

The Joker took a strip of cloth and tied the megaphone to himself, making his suit wrinkled and funny, but he didn't care.

He happily rushed into the band, took a triangle, banged on it hard, and said loudly, "Jiangjianjian! The actors are here! Our protagonist is here!!!

"Hey, the camera over there, have you got it done? You must make sure that the entire Gotham audience can see it clearly!"

Beard made an OK gesture.

The clown turned around, facing the group of victims who were **** and hung in the air by twine, he said, "I guess, you must be very puzzled, how did I find you?"

"Do you remember a charity dinner you held on Elizabeth Street a few days ago? I drove the ingredients that day to deliver..."

"Which day is there? Oh... It should have been more than ten days ago, I don't remember, which restaurant was there? That's me too, I'm a hard-working driver, and I often go to the places you go to most often. !"

"Do you think you are hiding well?" The clown laughed and said, "Owls without feathers are ugly, you can't hide them, hahahahaha, your feathers are all plucked out, ugly as newborns Duck, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

One of the people who was tied up, with no tape on his mouth, said loudly: "Impossible, we're pretending to be..."

"Your hearts are hurting!" The clown interrupted him and said, "You act indifferently, thinking that you are no different from usual, but your hearts are bleeding, and I can smell the blood."

"What did you lose? What made you feel so confused and heartache? Could it be..." The clown snickered and said, "Could it be money, hahahahaha!!"

"Hahahaha, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be laughing, but I really can't help it, you guys are... You guys are actually!!! Hahahahaha, it's for money!!!"

The clown laughed out of breath, he bent over to cover his stomach, as if he was about to suffocate himself from laughing in the next second.

There was also laughter from the audience, Batman looked at Schiller, and Schiller seemed to react suddenly, he covered his mouth and said, "Oh, it's alright, I just couldn't hold back, because it's really funny, especially Yes……"

Schiller looked left and right, and whispered to Batman, "...especially when I think that all that money is in my pocket right now."

The clown gradually recovered from the state of laughter. He found that the owl members who were bound by him were silent, and his smile had not disappeared. He asked, "Why are you so serious?"

"Isn't this funny enough?"

After finishing speaking, he asked the audience: "An organization that claims to be the master of Gotham! Actually because of losing money...hahahahaha! A secret society that claims to be a great dark existence was exposed because of money. Could it be...hahahahahahahaha!!!"

Many people in the audience also laughed, and then it gradually turned into a roar of laughter.

The only ones who were silent were Batman and the members of the Court of Owls on stage.

Now the members of the Court of Owls feel like Batman, are they crazy, or is the world crazy?

"Why can't we... you poor bastards! Do you know how much that was? It was a trap, we were blackmailed, we..."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" The clown rushed up and beat the member's head frantically with the small iron bar that struck the triangle. He said, "Explaining the joker is a failure in a perfect joke! Shut up! !"

After a while, the clown panted and walked to the stage again and said, "Okay, the opening ceremony has passed, and we are going to officially start the show!"

After he finished speaking, he walked among the hanging people, tore off the tape from their mouths, and said to them, "You should have seen that, you are hung at different heights..."

"And now..." The clown stepped on his feet and said, "There is a big surprise under the floor, just like I gave you before."

"From now on, the rope that binds you will slowly fall, and if one of them touches the ground, it will... Boom! Hahahahaha!"

"Of course, you can also save yourself. When a person dies, his rope will not fall again."

"As you should have felt, you are holding a button in your hands tied behind your back, and when you press that button, a random one of you dies ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and my viewers! The clown turned around, raised his hands and said, "Take out your tickets, there are clues there!"

"Each of you can choose a question from the audience to guess who the button in your hand corresponds to, or whose button corresponds to you," he said to those tied up.

"Then!" The Joker raised his voice and said, "Consider pressing that button in your hand..."

He turned around and bowed, standing in the center of the stage, the spotlight cast a dark shadow from the broken hair, the smile on his face became a little scary, and his voice echoed in the empty theater, becoming cadenced:

"When I heard there was a savior named Batman in Gotham, I almost thought I was crazy"

"But I'm not crazy, so of course he's not the savior."

"But this **** lunatic disguised as a bat, he rejected me, ignored me, and even humiliated me as a mass-produced killer..."

"Now that I've proven I'm not, then, it's your turn... Batman."