[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

clown killed clown

Looking at the corkscrew, Dick ignored his Juan and Jim, immediately looked at Jason in shock, and then began to writhe around the room.

He dug out a few empty wine bottles and crushed beer cans in corners, and fished out a half-drunk bottle of Scotch from the top cabinet in the bedroom.

They were all "criminal evidence" that Jason hadn't destroyed yet.

With the clinking sound of the wine bottles being still on the floor, there were quite a few people scattered here and there.

Dick stood beside him with one hand on his hip, looking at Jason with a complicated expression: "...Little Wing?"

Unmoved, Jason grabbed the apple and gnawed it.

These days, he was lurking in the bar as a bartender. He seemed to be fished out of a wine barrel. The smell of alcohol was lingering all over his body and smelled intoxicating. It was difficult to detect the abnormal smell.

He asked a little cautiously: "Uh, Jason, is there something bothering you?"

Discreet like an old mother at home worrying about rebellious cubs.

"Alcohol is not conducive to your recovery." Dick walked around from the back of the sofa, gesticulating with his hands in midair.

If it wasn't for the hidden corkscrew, he really didn't realize that Jason would secretly drink heavily.

Jason hadn't acted like this before.

Roy Harper's painful lesson was still fresh in his mind, Dick thought anxiously.

Coupled with Jason's abnormal behavior before, he is now determined to figure out what's going on.

Jason fell in the wrong place, and his right arm and left leg were broken under the impact and are now bandaged like rice dumplings.

After falling into this world, Dick got two identities and found a foothold.

Jason sneered and rolled his eyes at him: "Are you using this as a mother bird?"

"I can't be fucking happy." He said nonchalantly, with black shattered hair that was messed up everywhere, handsome and sharp, with a wrapped bandage, full of rebellious aura.

——It’s just that the behavior of chomping and gnawing the fruit is a bit damaging to the image.

Dick spread his hands: "Little Wing!"

Jason raised his left hand: "Stop!"

"I know, I'll change it, don't talk." He didn't give Dick a chance to speak, "Just throw it away."

After he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist and threw the fruit core into the plastic trash can by the wall.Following a rounded arc across the low sky, the projectile clanged and hit the center of the barrel.

Dick's next words of persuasion were stuck in his throat.

He blinked before realizing what Jason had said.Afraid of Jason's remorse, he hurriedly jumped over to clean it up, emptying out the pile of wine bottles and throwing them into the trash can.

After tidying up, Dick let out a long sigh of relief, wiped his hands, and immediately became lively.

"Hey, little wing, what would you like to eat?"

"Milk-soaked oatmeal or a jam sandwich?" He leaned forward to pick up the shopping bag, and turned around to ask enthusiastically.

When he got home, he bought buckets of milk, bagged sandwiches, and a big bag of instant cereal, which he piled up on the side cabinet in the hallway like a hill.

There's an unfinished half-can of strawberry jam left in the kitchen, which tastes good on sandwiches.

Jason refused with his real name, he didn't want to choose any of them.

He feels like throwing up now when he smells the milk soaked in cereal, and not everyone is an avid cereal lover like the big blue bird.

"Uh, how about jam and milk with cereal?" Dick's little head came up with a wonderful idea.

This proves that Dickie Bird not only has a sexy ass | but also a sexy brain.What they have in common is that they can always make people make unwise choices.

Jason was expressionless: "Why are you so keen on torturing my stomach?"

He tried to take over the kitchen, but Dickie beat him out and kindly tucked the cane he had thrown in the corner under his arm.

"Probably because of love." Dick thought for a moment.

Judging from Jason's face, he really wanted to give Dick a fist of love back.

What saved Jason's stomach in the end was not Dick, who had worked hard to achieve a counterattack, but the knock on the door of the delivery man.

When the door slammed shut, Dick turned around with Jason's double cheese bacon pizza in his hands, looked down at the pizza box, and then up at Jason.

Dick was muttering, but his ass moved honestly by the table.

Jason was also quite honest: "Used your credit card."

Dick blamed bitterly: "Little Wing, save yourself, we have no money to pay the rent!"

"Then you find a way to move back to Wayne Manor." Jason rolled his eyes at him, reached out and forked a piece into his mouth, "Eat your pizza."

Jason blocked Dick's chatter, briefly.

"Brucie, um, she's nice." Dick, who was chewing pizza, was slurring his lisp, as if he was holding the words in his mouth, "She seems to be in Bruce's time when he just returned to Gotham. status."

But the acting skills are better than the Bruce Baby back then.

"It's Arkham..." Dick glanced at Jason tentatively, and spoke carefully, "Ten years ago, the abandoned Arkham was photographed by the Wayne Group and took over for renovation. It's full of lunatics."

He failed to get in, not only that, but as soon as he got close to him, there was a feeling of being watched by the abyss, which was creepy.

He hadn't found his counterpart in the world either, no little Dick, no little Jason.

"No sign of the clown."

Jason paused for a moment, then buried himself in his meal without changing his expression.

The old arm sofa creaked and creaked, and judging by its retro appearance, it was probably older than Dick.

Dick took the opportunity to change the topic: "But, are you still a little fatter?"

Jason replied, but his tone was pitiful: "...according to your skills, this may be a bit difficult." Dick has been cooking these days.

Dick choked, accusing him with wide blue eyes.

And Jason stared back with his green eyes.

Dick restrained his smile and corrected his expression: "I suspect that Ah Fu here may have acquired some memories."

The butler was the first to disappear.

"So what do you mean?" Jason asked.

"Hey, I didn't succeed in getting a part-time job to play Brucey's male companion at the banquet." Dick looked at him sincerely, "I plan to use this to get in touch with Ah Fu."

Jason narrowed his eyes, and elongated his tone: "Oh, yes, there are two tricks, as expected of you, Dicky Bird."

Dick had the audacity to accept the compliment.

After putting away the dinner plates and kitchen waste, Jason got up and went back to the house. He dropped his crutches and hopped like a lame rabbit, fast and steady.

"Be careful." Dick shouted anxiously, he always had the feeling that Jason would fall in the next moment.

But he put it another way-

"Please slow down and wait for your weight, little wing."

"If the sound is too loud, people will complain," he looked worriedly, his eyes wandering around the floor. "If the floor collapses, we will have to pay for it."

Jason froze, turned around and stared at him with a bad expression: "So, you can fly, big blue bird?"

The door slammed shut in front of Dick.

It was a narrow hut, and the single bed could hardly be stretched out. There was a low cabinet next to the door, and the drawers were locked.Jason went straight back to the bed and took out a playing card from under the mattress.

A big ace in poker.

The surface is a piece of tape held together, torn apart as if vented, but then glued back together.

Painted garishly on the back is the words "Gift from Gotham."

He squeezed the corner of the playing card hard, his knuckles turned white, and his lips were almost pursed into a line.

During the riots in Arkham, Ah Fu disappeared, and everyone was desperate to fight the fire.The clown deliberately revealed his whereabouts. He planted a bomb in the chemical plant, and the choice is in the hands of the red hood, let him choose or not.

The card was inserted stately into the outer pocket of his motorcycle jacket.He also took this as a provocation from the clown.

He went there that day full of anger, but he didn't expect to see the dead body of the clown lying on the ground.

The clown is dead.

Died where the Joker was originally born.

From beginning to end.

It took a while before he remembered what he had overlooked. The handwriting on the back of the card was not the creepy font commonly used by clowns, and there was no need for clowns to provoke a second time after threatening.

Although the clown, the lunatic, never speaks logic.

Jason suddenly felt quite ironic.The insane clown dies silently, and Batman isn't even in Gotham at this moment.

He came back from the dead with a rage, only to find that the Joker wasn't dead, and Gotham got even worse.His previous death was meaningless, nothing changed, and he continued to slide towards the abyss.

But it's because of Batman, because of Gotham, that he has to hold back his rage and watch as the Joker fleeing death kills more innocents.

Jason stood there stiffly like a statue.Occasionally, he fantasizes about this scene, thinking about how he will feel when one day he really gets what he wants.

But when the day really came, he couldn't make any expressions.

The corrosive liquid surging at the bottom of the tank expanded and spread, quickly swallowing the clown's body and disappearing without a trace.The buried time bomb|bomb moved forward without stopping.

Holding on to the rusty handrail, he looked out at Gotham's dark night sky, not a single star on it.But he thinks it's okay to end it like this.

But Dicky Bird arrived just before the explosion, and the idiot dragged him away.The sudden high-altitude fall did not kill him, but broke his legs and arms.

Most likely he deserved to die.

This card doesn't belong to the Joker, or the Joker of the world he's in.At the moment he fell into this world, he was keenly aware of the truth, which is further confirmed by the "Gotham Clown" who has disappeared without a trace.

"The clown killed the clown," Jason said, clenching his cards.

Clowns kill clowns, an absurd drama with a perfect ending.Hilariously ridiculous.

And he couldn't even understand why the other party did it.

A door slam interrupted Jason's thoughts, and he quickly stuffed the playing cards under the pillow.

Dick's head poked out from behind the door.Even the door of this dilapidated house rattled and the lock was broken long ago.

"Are you crazy in the middle of the night?"

Dick talked about it for a while, and then asked eagerly: "You said that in the face of feelings, can people exercise restraint?"

Jason instantly thought of the red-haired beauty Dick mentioned, who seemed to be named Natasha, who perfectly fit Dick's aesthetic template.

He didn't think of Brucey at all.Although he came up with the bad idea, he just wanted to mess with the big blue bird at the time.

Jason yelled at him angrily: "If you do, there's no way. If you could, you wouldn't have those dozens of ex-girlfriends."

Dick tactfully: "I think she is special."

Hearing this, Jason carefully recalled Dick's description of the red-haired lady... Well, anyway, it quite fits Dick's red-haired aesthetic.

"You've used that word to describe all your girlfriends," he said lazily. "Oh, I misexpressed it. Ex-girlfriends."

Dick thought hard for a moment: "...is there?"

"Have."

Jason said a few perfunctory words: "If you like it, go after it."

"Anyway, you have a lot of experience in being dumped."

Dick:? ? ?

Jason stared at him, his tone becoming more dangerous: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Dick raised a smile: "Yes, good night."

"Good night!" he said, "now, get out, I'm going to bed!"

Dick shrank back as quickly as he had come.

After gently closing the door, Dick let out a long sigh of relief.It seems that Little Wing is in a good mood and full of energy.As for secrets, who hasn't ordered them?

Hearing the footsteps gradually disappear, Jason could no longer resist the attack of drowsiness. He drank a lot these days and didn't sleep well.

He was lying on the soft bed, his black hair scattered on the pillow.Consciousness began to blur, but he recalled the explosion and falling into the air.

"Probably I should die." He grunted and fell asleep.

Moonlight shone on him through the small half-open window.

The weather in Gotham tonight is very good, only a light mist fills the air, which dissipates gently when the wind blows, and the visibility is very high.

The sky was full of stars, shining like jewels on an endless black velvet cushion.

On the stargazing platform of Wayne Manor, there are marble railings around it, and a beautiful model of star trails is placed beside it.

Brucey leaned against the railing, looking at Natasha who was fiddling with the astronomical telescope.

Natasha straightened up and came over, stopping beside her.The wind stirred Natasha's red hair, and she said, "Brucie?"

Brucey looked cold, slightly alienated: "Okay, why did you come to me on purpose?"

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a talker." Natasha Romanov, code-named Black Widow, raised her eyebrows and made a comforting gesture.

"Who sent you here? Nick Fury? Iron Man or someone else who wants to get information?"

"The Avengers have just been established, so there should be a lot of trouble, and you are free."

Brucey looked up at the night sky, looking at the vast universe through the stars.

Natasha tilted her head to look at her for a long time before she chuckled: "Don't always think things are so bad."

"The captain asked me to come."

Brucey paused, turned around and asked in surprise, "Steve?"

The author has something to say:

Bitter haha ​​birds: Poor, waiting for Brucey to take her home.