family history of mental illness

The clown leaned against the pillar, even though he was shot several times and surrounded by enemies, he still smiled as if he was the one who controlled the whole situation.

"Look what I saw." He put his thumb on the button of the controller and said excitedly, "Someone wants a clown as a father."

Brant said indifferently: "No one." He clenched the dagger tightly: "Give me the controller."

"That's impossible." The clown said aggrievedly: "Without the controller, how can I play games with the little bat? I can't beat him, and I don't have high-tech equipment, and I don't even have a bunch of Robin sons... oh No, no, I have it now?" He laughed again, as if he had heard some extremely funny joke: "What's your name? A clown? A clown imitator? You want to be my son?"

Brant didn't laugh, the brief time with him was enough for him to know what kind of existence his father was.

Crazy, evil and rational at the same time, he has done many things and said nonsense, but his goal has always been only one - Batman.

His own existence may not be able to shake the clown's heart at all, what's more, he probably doesn't think that he really has a son, and he probably only regards himself as a ridiculous imitator.

If the dialogue cannot go on, it is more reliable to solve it by force.

Thinking of this, Brant was about to make a move, but Omer suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, "There are other ways, the middle finger of God, remember?"

This long-lost secondary skill name suddenly reappeared, causing Brandt to react for a while, but he soon realized that this was indeed a solution.

The tentacle of consciousness was about to move at the fingertips, but he couldn't find the time to touch the clown.To control is to touch, which will also trigger alertness, making it possible for him to press the controller, and Brandt is momentarily deadlocked.

"You can do it without touching it." Omir reminded him: "In the ambulance, when you were sleeping, I was half a car away, and the intrusion driver's brain controlled him, but now the tentacles of consciousness have dropped sharply. Most of it, but it can be used to control the clown to stop."

Only then did Brant know the details of escaping from the disguised ambulance.According to what Omir said, he pulled out a ray of conscious tentacles, sent out from his fingertips, and moved slowly, trying to connect to the clown's brain.

He was not far from the clown, so he tried a few times, and finally successfully established a connection.

The weak consciousness that can be broken at any time carefully walks towards the depths of the clown's brain. It bypasses the complicated and disordered ganglia, avoids the dark and twisted functional areas, moves forward, moves forward, and then touches the The motor cortex covers the entire area.

The clown felt something. He moved his body in amazement, but found that his entire right hand was out of control. He pressed his thumb hard, but in reality it didn't move at all.

It was just too much fun.

The clown laughed like he was about to die: "Who did what to the clown?"

The remote control of the tentacles of consciousness made Brant feel exhausted, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, his lips began to turn white, and he said to Omer: "Take the controller away."

Omir took away the clown's controller, and it was clear at a glance who did this.

"It turned out to be my imitator." The interaction with Batman was interrupted, and the clown rarely got angry, but said with some admiration: "You are very good."

His left hand was shot on the ground, and the blood flowed down the wrist. At this moment, his right hand was uncontrollable, and his left hand began to touch the ground one by one, allowing the pain to spread from the wrist to the whole body: "I will Guess what you did."

He really began to guess: "What pressed my hand? No, no."

He quickly refuted himself: "Control the bones and muscles? Oh, it seems not very accurate." His fingertips moved in the pool of blood, splashing blood, and suddenly, all his movements stopped Get down and look at Brandt suddenly: "I thought of it, I thought of it, brain?"

Brant couldn't believe that such a crazy person could be so keen.

The clown said excitedly, "I guessed right?"

Did you really guess?Brant looked at him, but didn't ask any questions.

The clown lowered his head and let out a long sigh: "But the clown's brain is not so easy to be invaded."

Brandt suddenly had an ominous premonition.Sure enough, the next moment, the clown suddenly raised his head and laughed ferociously: "Then I will give you a gift too!"

Chaotic thinking, uncontrolled madness, disordered spirit, and almost solid evil.

Everything was deliberately magnified, and the tentacles of consciousness became a bridge for the clown to backlash.

Brandt shook violently, his face was extremely ugly.

Omir helped him to sit down, Jason also calmed down, and surrounded him with Peter.

"What's the matter with him?" Peter asked anxiously.

Omir frowned: "It was backlashed."

What picture did Peter think of, and his face turned ugly: "Just like when you treated Julie?"

"It's much more serious than that." Omir pursed his lips.It was just a burst of blood vessels in the arm before, but this time I'm afraid it's not so optimistic.

Things really developed in the direction Omer worried about. Brandt erected a high wall for the memory palace to block the waste pollution belonging to the clown. Every trace of mental pollution accidentally leaked turned into a terrible attack, devouring the influence with him.

Maybe after a while, maybe a long time, he tried his best to block the mental intrusion, but left some residual memory fragments.

It was a handsome man who was very similar to him. He was a comedian at the largest playground in the city center. He had a beautiful wife, a job he loved, and a bright future.

However, accidents happened quietly, his talent diminished, he could no longer amuse the audience, his career suffered setbacks, and he faced unemployment several times.He was impoverished, but his wife brought him a salvation.

She is pregnant.

He needs money, and the criminals can give him money, as long as he acts as their leader and holds Batman down.He agreed, gave his wife his payment, put on the red hood and started the show.He was chased by Batman in the chemical plant, and he fell into the chemical pool in order to escape...

He almost destroyed himself, but after stumbling home, he saw his wife's cold body.

Everything was false. When he was working hard, criminals sneaked into his home, took away the reward, and killed his wife who resisted and his child.

He's crazy.

No one has experienced this without being crazy.

He picked up the dagger, remembering the words his wife said most often...

"You always make me laugh, Jack, you're the best comedian ever."

Yes, he is the best.

Crazy laughter resounded throughout the room, he stuck the dagger in the corner of his mouth, and slowly, slowly cut upwards.Blood flowed down, and the more blood flowed, the crazier he laughed.

At this moment, there was no more Jack Napier, only a hopeless lunatic.

Brandt covered his forehead and didn't speak for a long time.He looked at the hideous scar on the corner of the clown's mouth, with mixed emotions in his heart.

So he picked the location at the playground, so he couldn't believe he was his son.

Brandt lowered his eyelids, not knowing what to say. Just at this moment, the siren of a police car came from a distance, breaking the deadlock.

Apart from a few unfamiliar police officers, there was even Debra!

Brant stood up and walked over: "Deb, are you okay? Dexter said you had a bomb strapped to you, I thought..."

"Brant?" Debra paused her aggressive steps, and said in astonishment, "How did you draw such a ghostly picture?"

"I'm working part-time." Brant explained hastily, "What's your situation?"

Debra said with an ugly face: "I was knocked out on the road, and when I woke up, I was locked up in the database and tied a bomb to my body, but Dexter quickly found me, oh, and Ni Well, thanks to his help in unlocking and defusing the bomb, I was safe soon."

"Then why is your phone in Dexter? I thought you were dangerous."

"Maybe I fell to the ground when I was knocked out and was picked up?" Debra's face was a little depressed: "But Brant, it's not me who is in trouble now."

Brant looked at Debra strangely, but his sister turned her head away guiltily.

The strange police officer took out a pair of handcuffs, grabbed Brandt's handcuffs and put them down: "Yes, it is you and you who are in trouble now." He said loudly: "Take them all away!"

Brandt: "?"

Steve said, "Wait, we just saw the riot and came to stop it."

The policeman said indifferently: "Let's leave these words to the police station."

Steve: "??"

After stuffing Steve and Bucky into the police car, he looked at Peter and Jason again, and took out the handcuffs.

Peter couldn't stand the grievance: "Wait, I'm Spider-Man, not a dangerous person, and I just saved a child who fell off a high platform!"

He was answered by two handcuffed voices of "Cacha": "Thank you very much for saving that child, but we have to pay attention to the loss and compensation."

The police officer highlighted the key points of the question, and then packed Peter into the police car.

Peter: "???"

Followed by Jason and Omer, and finally, he walked in front of the only Batman and the Joker left.

Batman's face was ugly like never before, but because most of it was covered by the hood, he couldn't see anything.

But I don't know if it's a matter of aura, the police officer took half a step back in shock, with the expression of a terrorist on his face, and pulled out the handcuffs more vigilantly than the few before the arrest.

"No, don't resist."

Bruce: "..."

The police officer took out the handcuffs and handcuffed Bruce's left hand. Probably too many people were arrested at one time, and his handcuffs were not enough, so he looked at the miserable clown sitting on the ground, thought for a while, and then The other half of the handcuffs that held Bruce were handcuffed to the Joker's intact right hand.

Bruce: "????"

The clown really wanted to laugh this time.

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