[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Jack Napier.

He graduated from Manhattan University with a bachelor's degree in chemical engineering and worked as an engineer in a remote chemical factory in New York.He married his girlfriend who accompanied him throughout his college career. In the third year of this marriage, he and his wife finally had the crystallization of love.

Life is full of ups and downs.Jack still remembered that he was carrying a bag of fruit and was about to knock on the door. When he closed his eyes and opened them, he passed through.

Jack has always felt that he is related to the role of the clown, and his name is one of the clown's aliases.

Some people mistakenly think that Jack Napier is the real name of the clown, but in fact DC has never specified the real origin of the clown. The "Fatal Joke" recognized by the public is a black-label work, and the name of the clown is also not mentioned.He graduated from a chemical engineering major and worked in a chemical plant after graduation. In "Fatal Joke", the clown used to be an engineer in the ACE chemical plant. He dreamed of becoming a popular comedian. After quitting his job, he chased his dream but encountered repeated obstacles. , in order to feed his pregnant wife, he had to participate in a robbery, and finally fell into the waste pool of a chemical plant, where he was disfigured.

Because of this coincidence, Jack has a good impression of the clown, a character in the comics. Although in the original comics, the "Joker" has unreasonable thinking and behavior, he is cruel and vicious, he is a man with high IQ, careful thinking, no bottom line and Playful lunatic.But it is undeniable that he does have a chaotic and evil charm, and this charm has conquered many people, including Jack, otherwise he would not be named the greatest villain in the history of American comics by IGN, and his popularity has been stable all year round. Ranked in the top five of DC comics.

Like it or not, he is usually sober.The role of the clown is attractive only when appreciated across dimensions. If he appeared in the real world, he would be a murderous and arsonist terrorist. Saw it on the morning news.

But just because he likes clowns doesn't mean he's willing to be a clown.

When Jack woke up, he found himself curled up in a corner, as if he had been fished out of the water, covered in cold sweat.

He looked up and saw the full-length mirror opposite. The man in the mirror had a standard Western appearance, with high browbones, deep-set eye sockets, thin cheeks, and a straight nose.Black and green hair, messy and fluffy like seaweed, hanging down to the shoulders, the ends of the hair are slightly curved, a horrible smile is painted on the face, and the bright red traces all the way to the roots of the ears.

When he lowered his eyelids, the shadows cast by his long eyelashes covered his light-colored, indigo lake-like eyes, giving off a gentle, gentle and courteous sense of submissiveness. Because of the high bridge of his nose, The shadow on the side of the nose is heavy, giving people the illusion that his eye sockets are deep, but his eyes are bright, as if looking at someone hidden in the depths.But when those golden eyes lifted up, the honest and gentle ordinary man disappeared, and only the fierce light of a lion flickered in his pupils.

Unexpectedly, he was skinny, but he had a broad frame, which made his suit stand up straight.He was wearing a black top hat, a gray-black cashmere coat, a blue-purple striped suit, a yellow slim vest and a green silk shirt, a small white flower in bloom on his chest, and a varnished cloth Locke leather shoes, look like a plate of rotten salad.

Jack's eyes went dark on the spot, and he almost fainted on the spot.

This iconic clothing, this complexion, this makeup, and the green light on her head.

--Small!ugly!actually!yes!I!since!Has!

Jack braced himself to stand up and sat down again.

There were bursts of pain all over the body, sore, swollen and painful, dense and dense.The brain was especially painful, the temples twitched and twitched, the whole brain seemed to have just been boiled, the hot temperature still stayed inside the skull, and the brain was burned into white mist.He was covered in sweat, and the wet sweat soaked through the shirt, leaving dark water marks, and the wet clothes even fell heavily.

what's the situation?Aftermath of time travel?

Or did the clown suffer from some disease, which caused his soul to disappear, so he could occupy the sex?

Jack was on the ground for about 10 minutes before he got up. There was no way he could live. He was afraid of pain. A maniac with a few broken bones is different.

When I wake up, I time travel and become a clown, maybe a sick clown.It was too tragic, the only thing that could comfort Jack was.Batman doesn't kill, he's generally not life-threatening, probably...maybe?

Is it too late to hug Batman's thigh now?

I hope the clown hasn't killed Jason Todd, otherwise he won't even be able to hug his thigh.

There was silence everywhere, and while Jack was thinking about the situation, he walked to the entrance of the circus with his cane.There was a sudden sound of glass shattering, and he was thrown on the table behind him by a huge force, and his lipsticked lips wiped a long red mark on the table. It was snapped in half from the middle, and for a moment he had the illusion that he heard the sound of his spine breaking.

He didn't have the clown's ability to tolerate pain, so he rolled his eyes very simply, and passed out in the excruciating pain.

And the last thing he saw before his consciousness disappeared was a few medicine bottles scattered on the table, colorful pills and capsules scattered all over the floor.He could clearly see the names of the medicines on several bottles, as well as the time when the electronic clock next to it flickered:

July 6, 8:19.

This time the clown was just as tough.

After Bruce Wayne - aka Batman - cleanly knocks out the Joker, he unties the Joker's belt and fumbles around. The Joker has a penchant for hiding things, often with cards and Blade also hangs the gun and his funny little props on the inside of the coat. Once Batman knocked him out and found a circle of guns hidden under the vest. Thank God it didn't explode during their fight, otherwise Batman And the clown can only meet in heaven to reminisce about the old days.

All in all, the clown is a very tricky guy, you never know how many backhands he has, he can even spit out blades from his throat.

But this time... weird.

Batman didn't know how to describe it, the clown set traps and riddles all the way to lead him here, he thought that what awaited him would be the clown's iconic fancy tricks, but he knocked the clown out with just one punch as soon as he met.It feels kind of... anticlimactic, without the Joker touch.It felt like the author paved the way for a magnificent scene in the Great War of the Century, but in the end, everyone was killed by a meteorite from the sky.

Although being able to subdue the clown quickly is always a good result.But it was so easy that Batman couldn't help but wonder what kind of conspiracy he was playing again.

Anyway, be careful.

He looked around and soon found the clown's hostage, a 10-year-old boy.He was bound hands and feet and gagged, stuffed in a wooden box in the corner, looking out only through a gap.The immature blue eyes are full of fear, like a little lamb being led up to the altar.A crude dildo was tied around his waist. This lunatic would not spare even a child. It was time to focus on it just now, knock out a few of his teeth, and let him wrap himself in a plaster cast and live quietly in Arkham for a few months.Batman thought.

Fortunately, the bomb was not activated, and the display was pitch black.

"What happened?" Batman asked as he tore off the tape from the kid's mouth and undid the bomb and the rope from him.

The boy looked at him, and suddenly shed tears, showing extreme fear in his eyes: "He... he just rolled on the ground... screaming, screaming very loudly, and banging his head against the wall, like... like crazy same."

Batman turned his head, glimpsed the faint bloodstains on the corner of the wall and the table, and the multiple bruises on the Joker who were obviously not made by him, thoughtfully.After confirming that the Joker was unconscious and unable to hear their conversation, Batman switched on the small communicator in his ear.

"I have something that you need to investigate, send me all the information." Bruce said, taking out the handcuffs from his belt, and cuffing the clown's hands backwards. "It's some anti-schizophrenia drugs."

Underground Wayne Manor, Batcave.

On the display screen of the bat computer, a huge number of bytes and chemical formulas danced rapidly, reflecting Alfred's sapphire blue pupils.On the screen was a list of drug names: chlorpromazine, haloperidol, olanzapine, ziprasidone, aripiprazole.

Drugs for the treatment of schizophrenia.

"Sir, what are you investigating these for?" Alfred asked while searching for information as Bruce said.

Bruce on the other side: "This is the drug left by the clown at the crime scene. I want to know what tricks he is playing again."

"Has he finally realized his mental issues. Let's celebrate that."

"Stop telling bad jokes."

The easy way to deal with the clown made Bruce feel very wrong. The clown is the most terrifying criminal in Gotham, but this time he behaved like a nameless little guy at the end, leaving no backs to fight back, not even more resistant than street gangsters .What's even more strange is the drugs left at the scene of the kidnapping. The clown has never taken the initiative to receive psychotherapy drugs. Since he went crazy and bit the face of the doctor who forced him to treat him, no one can and dare to force him Take medicine.

What's more, the child's testimony also made him feel weird.It's a pity that there was no surveillance at the scene, so he couldn't see the scene at that time, but he was a detective rather than a vigilante, so it is not difficult to restore the scene at that time through the traces of the scene.He checked the clown's injuries, and the latter did have a lot of bruises and abrasions, and fresh blood was detected on the wooden tables and walls placed at the scene.

"Sir, these drugs are all produced by Orscher Pharmaceutical Factory, and there are no relevant safety statements and production licenses at all."

The two were silent for a while.

Olscher Company, a notorious black-hearted pharmaceutical factory, stuck in legal loopholes and audit dates, and launched a large number of drugs that have not passed drug supervision. Most of the drugs have been proven to have unknown risks, which will cause irreversible nerve damage to people, including Hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, hyperactivity, depression and other mental effects.The testosterone drugs that made the Mad Hatter sick at first came from the Orsher Company, and taking a large amount of substandard drugs at one time made the young Mad Hatter insane.

The most important and deadliest thing is that the Olscher Pharmaceutical Factory declared bankruptcy two years ago and was seized by the government.

The clown is taking drugs.

The antipsychotic drugs that were produced two years ago and should have expired by now will make people even crazier.

"I don't know which of the two is scarier." Alfred's words were unclear.