family history of mental illness

The clown has only one person, but his enemies are many.At least right now, here, there is a boy who wants to kill him, and a man who wants to beat him up and arrest him.

But what is the clown afraid of?

Alone, with only a dagger, but he still approached his mortal enemy like no one else, even a little excited.

"I'm so touched." The clown opened his arms and grinned ferociously: "I thought this world was boring, but I didn't expect you to come too!"

Batman said bluntly: "But I hope you will stay in Arkham honestly and never come out for the rest of your life."

"It's so unfeeling." The clown actually put on an aggrieved expression, and said regretfully, "If I had known you would be here, I should have prepared better, it's too rude to appear on stage like this. "

Bruce asked sharply, "What did you do again?"

A statement rather than a question, and Bruce knows that the Joker must be planning something again.Just like at the beginning, in order to prepare for the first official meeting with himself, he practiced how to appear and kill people for several months, just like now, because he was bored, he planned something, but because of his sudden appearance, he annoyed himself Not perfect.

He is like a gangrene, which can never be erased, can never be shaken off.

Jason couldn't hear Batman and the Joker's back and forth, he stared at the man with hatred, and asked, "Joker, do you remember me?"

"Oh." The clown showed a genuinely puzzled expression: "Who are you?"

Jason said incredulously: "You kidnapped me, broke all my bones with a crowbar, and blew me up with explosives. I wish I could kill you. Now, you ask me who I am?"

"It can't be my fault." The clown said innocently: "There are so many people who want to kill me every day, how can the clown remember everyone?"

Jason took a deep breath, but he couldn't control his body tense and his fingers trembling. He looked at this lunatic who spoke so much, and only wanted to destroy him, or destroy him together.

He thought that the influence of the Lazarus Pool on him had weakened, but when he actually faced the clown, he realized that nothing had changed.

Anger and hatred impacted his reason, Jason didn't want to sink, but tried to sink...

But the clown didn't intend to let him go: "Oh, yes, you are indeed different." As if remembering something, he suddenly realized: "You described that night very carefully, let me think about it, are you The little bird next to Batman, I should remember you. But..."

The clown looked at him with pity: "Is there something missing for you, such as... a blindfold?"

Got it!

Jason suddenly woke up.

He's now Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne's adopted son, not Robin, not Batman's sidekick.

Cold sweat rolled down Jason's forehead.

If his identity is known, can Bruce's identity continue to be hidden?

Too careless.

Jason really started to panic, but the clown seemed to find something funny, and couldn't straighten up laughing: "Okay, little bird, why are you so serious? I was just joking."

Bruce pressed Jason's shoulder again, facing his sworn enemy: "Unfortunately, it's not funny."

"It's not humorous." The clown curled his lips: "The clown doesn't care what Batman's identity is."

But Bruce said: "Because you don't care, you planted a bomb in the subway station and threatened me to reveal my identity to the world?"

The clown looked at him exaggeratedly: "Do you remember? You really care about me the most."

Bruce frowned.

The clown looked very happy: "Of course I also remember that three months and seven days ago, I planted a bomb in the subway station and used the lives of more than 700 citizens as a bargaining chip to let you blow up your identity, but you didn't, You found me and caressed me hard..."

Bruce corrected unbearably: "I beat you."

"Oh, what's the difference?" The clown said nonchalantly, "You solved the danger and didn't expose your identity. You won the game."

"You call it a game?"

"Of course it's a game, the game between you and me, I had a lot of fun. So because of that game, do you think I care about who is under your shell? You shouldn't be so ignorant of me." The clown looked It seemed a bit aggrieved: "I just thought it would be more fun to do the game like this. Otherwise, you think. Why didn't I take off Robin's blindfold on the 'date' that night?"

Bruce knew what the clown's date was. Indeed, when Jason was found in the old warehouse, his battle suit was intact, and the eye patch was well on his face, and there was no sign of it being removed.

Bruce pursed his lips: "You know."

The clown laughed more and more exaggeratedly: "Of course, of course." He raised his index finger to his mouth, and "shh" loudly: "Don't say it, I don't find it funny now, why do you want everyone to know Who is Batman? I just want to know, it's our secret, it's more interesting."

Bruce refused to listen to the madman's crazy words, and the only way to deal with the clown was to knock him down.

Not talking nonsense, he hooked the claws, swung the steel wire and rushed towards the clown, kicking him with his legs together.

The clown dodged the attack with difficulty, and before he could stand still, the bullet flew past his face.

It's Jason.

Jason took out two pistols, which perfectly filled the gap in Batman's attack, aimed at the clown without hesitation, and pulled the trigger.

There was a new shallow wound on his face, and the blood flowed down his cheek. The clown wiped off some blood, stuck out his tongue and licked it, and was actually very happy: "Your change is really surprising."

Another shot was fired, hitting the clown's wrist: "I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense."

Gunshots rang out one after another, but the pain made the clown even more excited. He leaned against the pillar, his bright purple suit was soaked with blood, leaving dark marks in patches.

Peter was already dumbfounded. He didn't know how things had come to this suddenly. Before he could stop him, Jason beat up another clown like that.

Baby Bear moved to the side, approached Brant, and lowered his voice: "Who are we helping?"

Brant asked inexplicably, "This is... my biological father?"

Omir struggled to pull the bear's head off, took off the bulky puppet clothes, and said with certainty: "It's him."

Brant couldn't make a decision for a while. He has been taking care of Jason until now, and he has some feelings. He should have stood by Jason.

But that person was his father after all, and that person turned out to be his father. To be honest, Brant didn't really want to recognize each other, but it was impossible for him to watch him being beaten to death.

"Don't let him die." Brant said, rushing into the battle, grabbing Jason's gun.

Jason looked at him in disbelief: "You stop me?"

Brandt looked away guiltily.

He knew a little about Jason's past, and it was precisely because of this that he couldn't confidently stop him from taking revenge.

But soon Brandt had no time to worry about these things.

Because there was blood here, the crowd not far away screamed and dispersed, and Steve and Bucky, who came from a distance, happened to see this scene.

The clown looked a bit miserable. Steve looked at Jason holding the gun, preconceived that he was doing evil, and rushed to stop Jason together. Of course Bucky wanted to help his old partner.Unknowingly, it became a three-on-one situation. Bruce had no choice but to rush over to help Jason, and Omir naturally followed to help Brant. Peter looked at this side and then at that side. Swinging a spider's thread, he rushed into the middle of the standing circle.

"Misunderstanding, there must be some misunderstanding!" Peter was forced to burst into a small voice.

Jason said angrily: "There is no damn misunderstanding, you help them or help me!"

Peter was so worried that he was going bald: "I know you, and I know the captain, you are all good people, why are you fighting!"

Why, of course because of the Joker.Brandt looked at the clown with a guilty conscience, and at a glance he saw that he was taking something out of the inner pocket of his jacket.

The clown, who was left out by the crowd, was unwilling to be lonely and was obviously about to make trouble.

Brandt said urgently, "What are you digging for!"

Everyone looked at the clown in unison.

When he became the focus again, the clown's eyes lit up, and he did not hesitate to praise him: "I remember you, a very tasteful clown actor."

Brandt rubbed the paint on his face: "Because of this makeup?"

"Of course, very tasteful." The clown actually repeated it again, he stretched out his hand, "shush" to everyone mysteriously, and then spread his palm: "A little thing that makes bats love me more. "

That's a remote.

Bucky was the closest to the clown, and he saw the remote control in the other's hand at a glance. He was very familiar with this thing, and he almost died because of it before: "It's the controller of the bomb."

Bucky's voice was not loud enough for all of them to hear clearly.

Before others could react, Bruce ran over immediately and grabbed the clown by the collar: "You planted a bomb."

"Of course the clown will have a bomb." The clown said as a matter of course, "Where do you think I was buried?"

Bruce took a deep breath, he looked around, there might be bombs planted in every place, he knew from the beginning that the clown would have a backhand, and it turned out to be true.

The clown said the answer: "Look at the highest place."

Bruce said, "Ferris wheel."

"Bingo!" the clown said, "Of course, there are more than one, the other one is in the police station, can't you imagine it!"

He laughed exaggeratedly for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and stared into Bruce's eyes: "Make a choice, the playground or the police station?"

"No wonder the previous call to the police couldn't get through." Brandt figured this out.

Bruce hated the comparison: "It's this kind of trick again."

The clown said in shame: "I know this is too old-fashioned, we played it once before, but believe me, I just didn't know you were here this time, I was really bored, so I just played it casually, next time , I will definitely prepare well next time.”

"There is no next time."

"You always say that, dear."

Ever since he heard that a bomb had been planted in the police station, Brandt had been calling Deb non-stop, and finally got through on the 13th call.

Brant immediately asked, "Deb, are you okay?"

There was another person on the other side of the phone: "This is Dexter."

Brant trembled in his heart: "Where's Deb?"

The voice over there paused before saying, "She's fine."

"Listen, you must believe me, a bomb has been planted in the police station, you..."

"I know." Dexter interrupted him.

Brant frowned, and the ominous premonition in his heart became more obvious: "Why do you know?"

"Because the bomb was strapped to Deb's body," Dexter said.

Brandt squeezed the phone tightly.

Omer grabbed his arm: "What are you going to do?"

Brant dropped the phone and stood up with an ugly face. He bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, and looked at the clown expressionlessly.

"What's the matter, friend with good taste?" The clown looked at him and smiled.

Brant gripped the dagger, trying to figure out how likely he was to snatch the controller away before the Joker could press the button.Cut off the thumb, cut off the wrist, or just kill him?

Omir did not let go of his hand, and even increased his strength: "He is your biological father."

Brant said indifferently: "But he wants to kill my only sister."

"Wow!" Listening to the conversation between the two, the clown slowly opened his eyes wide: "Interesting, it's so interesting!"

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Bat: Beat!

Boob: Beat it!

Congee Congee: Beat it!

Captain: Beat it!

Brother Tong: Why do you all come to hit me woo woo woo

#Everyone stop me from killing the clown, hehehe