[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Wayne Manor.

Now both Harley and Alfred have become Bane's hostages,? The two of them have to live together under such a tense situation, and Alfred raised his vigilance, entertaining those women like a decent housekeeper Take care of her like a guest.The good news is that Harley played her own game and didn't do anything bad.About to be immersed in the dream of falling in love with the clown and finally entering the marriage hall, trying to wash off the pale oil paint and red and blue eye shadow, and become Mr. J's beautiful bride.

All the equipment in the Batcave needs to be maintained on time, and Harley occasionally helps Alfred with some unimportant work,? Such as cleaning the car, sweeping the floor, and oiling some parts, it seems that he is really living for his upcoming wife prepare for.Maybe she is really different from other vicious criminals, she is not bad,? Just driven crazy by her patch,? Now the clown's mental state has improved,? Harley will be back to normal.With this in mind, Alfred didn't refuse her attention, but just watched over him all the time, preventing Harry from touching sensitive things.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the alarm clock on the bedside rang.

Harry got up from the bed, folded his snow-white legs, and yawned sleepily.She took a handful of water to wake herself up, put on her ripped shirt and shorts, reapplied red and blue eyeshadow, and sneaked out the door.The thick Persian rugs of Wayne Manor helped her, and she walked quietly.

She has already calculated,? Alfred gets up at 06:30 in the morning, and does some work to prepare breakfast, mow the lawn, and dry the laundry,? It is more than three in the morning,? He sleeps most soundly.Bane turned off the manor's alarm system, and the surveillance cameras were paralyzed. This was when the defense was at its weakest.Harry slipped like a cat down the long corridor to the living room, turned the handle next to the bookshelf, and the grandfather clock slid away soundlessly to the other side, revealing the dark cavern below.

Bat cave.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. The temperature in the Batcave was lower than that of the manor, and there was always a damp and damp smell in the air, which could not be removed no matter how many fragrances and desiccants were used.The underground river is gurgling, and a huge Tyrannosaurus model is erected in the middle of the Bat Cave, while the Joker's business card is hung in the air, and the Riddler's coin is on one side.Batman likes to display his trophies in his cave, which makes it look like a small museum. Harry even saw the red hood in the glass box. The long cylindrical metal hood looks like a blood-red eye.

She took two long legs and walked to the bat computer. The nearly a month of getting along with her was enough for her to get Alfred's fingerprints and irises.Alfred has the same permissions as Batman. With these, he can activate the bat computer and access some secret information that even the Robins cannot access.

This is her task: crack the bat computer and get the files of the "Babel" project.

Harley didn't know who those people were, she just received a letter - one day she lay down as usual, and when she woke up, there was this letter on the table.Pressed with an ink bottle, fluttering like a ghost in the wind, Harry horribly checked every corner of the room, but found no trace of external force intrusion, the letter seemed to appear out of nowhere.There was no signature on the letter, only a few lines in poor English.The letter promised that after she handed over Babel's "Babel" plan, those people could help Harley leave Wayne Manor and escape Bane's surveillance.

Harley is not interested in wondering who the letter is and how much harm the "Tower of Babel" plan will cause. She just wants to go back to her Mr. Clown.She used the fingerprint information to start the bat computer, and found some files smoothly, but it was not comprehensive. She was never a patient girl, and pressed the keyboard anxiously after several encounters. The screen suddenly jumped a few times and turned into a row of portraits.Riddler, Poison Ivy, Two-Face, Zas, Manbat, Mudface, Mad Hatter... Batman has established an information base for each enemy he fights, and collects various information about them.

Harry curled his lips, was angry for a while that his photo was not juxtaposed with the clown, and quickly moved the cursor to the image of the clown.

The clown in the photo has unkempt and curly black-green hair, with a wicked devilish smile on his face, and painted lipstick smiling faces all over the place. This is the Mr. J who she is most familiar with and who doesn't love her.Harry looked at it affectionately for a while, and suddenly found that the photo was suspended, with a rectangular frame connected to it.

Parallel meaning.

Strange, Harry thought, why is there a connecting wire?What does it mean, relatives, friends, or... lover?

She clicked on the parallel meaning item, and in the next moment, a massive amount of information rushed to her face. If Jack was here, he would be surprised by the amount of information. Batman recorded the daily schedule of the madhouse in detail. Find out what he ate on a certain day and time.In these flowery panels, Harley learns dark secrets about the Joker.About another soul hidden deep in the same body, and the way to destroy this unknown soul.

She sat silently for a long time, as if solidified into a stone statue. On that dark night, no one knew what kind of turbulent waves were surging in Harry's heart. The shadows of two clowns flashed in front of her eyes one by one, and finally she returned to the In the Arkham Asylum many years ago, she was still a psychiatrist who had just entered the asylum. A green-haired man was lying on the hospital bed in a prison uniform, turning his head and showing a devilish smile at her.That was where it all started, the beginning of the nightmare, the first syllable of a curse that lasted years.To this day, his soul still lingers beside Harley, and Harley heard him whispering in her ear, together with the devil in her heart, he said in vain: You will not save me, will you?

Yes, Mr. J... I will definitely save you.

I know you never loved me, never, but the reason I stay by your side is not that I love you.You don't need me, but I need you.

Harry closed his eyes and pressed the red switch beside him.A hoarse sound came from the wall not far away, and it slowly moved away, a round metal platform was spit out, and in the turbulent white steam, a warning red light flickered.A sealed metal box was placed on the round table, and the golden injection gleamed in the cold blue light, like a cold smile, and like a molten red-gold eyeball.

As the sun rose, Jack cut through the traffic and turned into the alley.

In this short period of one month, he can be regarded as understanding what is meant by "a simple and honest Gotham City".On the first day Bain announced the consul, the people of Gotham City sneered at the consul, and it took half a month to enforce the 08:30 curfew, and there are still people who do not abide by it; In the most intense resistance, some people even shot directly at the soldiers because they couldn't help drinking. That shooting incident triggered the largest armed struggle, and more than 30 people were killed or injured.Under Bain’s policy of extreme terrorism, these complaints are suppressed to the lowest point, but the funny thing is that Bain’s methods have greatly improved the slums and the lower city. Jack must have seen one or two standing on the side of the road when he passed by this place before. Now there is no one waving to him, even the homeless have disappeared, and the streets of the slums have never been so deserted.

Alcohol, tobacco, ice/drugs, sex/trading, are all banned.Along with it, specific speech, freedom of movement, etc. are prohibited. Holding some specific collections of books and publishing sensitive speeches will be shot, and those who are still wandering on the street after the curfew at 08:30 will be executed.

Not long ago, after chatting with Poison Ivy about Harley's whereabouts, Jack asked her "by the way" where Jason was, and the plant told them that Jason had been here not long ago.It appears he escaped Catwoman's clutches, but the lockdown was too tight to make contact with Batman.

I have no choice but to use the most stupid way, find a needle in a haystack, and knock on the door one by one to ask.Jack shook the photo of Jason in his hand.

He walked to the first door in the block, knocked on the door, and after a while, the door opened a crack, and a man's low voice came out from it: "What's the matter with you?"

Jack handed over the photo: "Have you ever seen this child?"

"I have seen."

Unexpectedly, Jack got an affirmative answer at the first door, and he was a little surprised: "Then can you tell me where he is?"

The person behind the door did not reply for a long time, and even the sound of breathing disappeared.Jack became suspicious, and pushed open the old wooden door. This place seemed to be a warehouse that had been abandoned for many years, and the floor and window frames were covered with thick dust.There was no one behind the door, there were no footprints around, and the dust was intact, as if the answers he had just heard were hallucinations.

Opposite the door was another locked wooden door with chains on the handle.Surprised, he observed the surrounding environment and confirmed that there was no danger, then he walked forward and opened the iron-locked door.

The moment the door opened, it was as if the devil had been released from Pandora's box. The cold wind blew towards his face with a strong smell of blood, cutting his face like a knife. Jack was struck by gravel-like snowflakes at the same time. Heard laughter, that wild, vicious laughter, like the scream of the devil in hell, once heard and never forgotten.Jack managed to open his eyes in the howling cold wind. He saw a child wearing a red and black Robin uniform lying in the shadow of the Lord under the statue of Jesus with outstretched arms. The blood was black and red, the skin was pale due to blood loss, the arms and legs showed unhealthy bends, and there was a gradually expanding pool of blood under the body.

There was a pair of hands on his shoulders, with sticky blood between the fingers, Jason's blood.The clown lay beside his ear, exhaled warm breath on his ear, and said like a lover rubbing his ear, "Isn't he right here?"