[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

No,? It's an illusion.

The little Robin lying on the ground looks only 13 years old, but Jack has calculated that Jason will be 16 years old in March this year.

In the original timeline, Jason was killed by the clown. It should be the year Jack came into the clown's body, that is, when the love/child case in the foggy town happened, Jason had died.

Jack regained his composure, and the clown lay on his back. His body was weightless at all, as light as a ghost.Maybe he was a ghost, he was a projection of a memory - Jack told himself,? All this was his fantasy,? From the moment he stepped on the threshold,? He stepped into the illusion.However, the breathing in his ear was so real that it made Jack numb from the base of his ear to the tip of his ear. He quickly made a hand gesture to signal the clown to stop and let him go: "This is an illusion, clown, what do you want to do?" ?”

A sneer came from behind, like a distant ringtone, and soon dissipated.

Jack woke up at this moment, and when his soul returned to his body, the cold touch from his fingers startled him.He holds a pistol/gun in his left hand, where there are several children and women standing where the gun is aimed, all dressed in typical pauper clothes, a middle-aged woman wearing a greasy black petticoat, like a female beast She also opened her arms to protect the young child, and when she turned her face, there was obvious fear and pleading between her brows, and tears glistened at the corners of her eyes, and she whispered, "Please...please..."

Jack seemed to be scalded, and put the gun back.Now it's obvious what happened: while he was unconscious, the Joker briefly took over control, went straight into the favelas, and pointed guns at the poor people who lived there.But Jack wakes up quickly, the clown doesn't have time to do anything, there is no blood on his clothes, and the pistol/gun magazine is still full.

When there are only women and children at home, one can imagine how much panic an adult man who breaks into the house with a gun and may be mentally ill will bring women a lot.He sighed at the despicable luck that he didn't kill anyone, took out Jason's photo from his pocket, and said to them, "Have you ever seen this man?"

The woman glanced at Jack. She didn't understand why this man was still a murderer one moment, but suddenly turned into an elegant and classy old-fashioned gentleman the next moment. She just looked at the photo in shock.Finally shook his head: "No."

"That disturbed... I'm sorry." Jack took the photo back, took out a few rolls of banknotes in his pocket, and put them on the table as compensation for them.The amount of banknotes was not large. He just saw the photos on the table. In the family photos, there were only women and her children, no men.In this sex, violence, and drug-infested ghetto, the absence of grown men means weakness.A windfall is not luck for this kind of family, but disaster.

"I'm really sorry." After repeating it again, Jack left the room as if fleeing some kind of plague, but he felt a little bit of pain before his leather shoes stepped on the cracked black stone road with rain in the crevices. A stream of warm water flowed over his lips, he turned his head, and saw his own reflection on the only relatively neat utensil in this messy room, the family portrait that was obviously cleaned frequently.

In the reflection, a man in an expensive black and white dress looked at him through the glass. Sticky blood clots kept slipping out of his mouth and nose, as if a faucet had been turned on, and the bright red water flowed continuously. With a dripping chin.There was no fear in Jack's heart, let alone surprise, as if he had expected this kind of thing to happen a long time ago. The only thought that flashed through him was a simple sentence: Damn...there are not many blood cells in the first place.

When the sun was about to set, Jack was kicked out of the bar by the bartender for the third time because he asked people about things.

He sat on the side of the road for a while with a cigarette in his mouth. If one ignores his overly luxurious clothes, he looks like a down-and-out middle-aged man.After finishing his cigarette, he turned into a dark alley, and with the afterglow cast by a street lamp not far away, he saw the boy's shadow clearly on the wall, shaking in the evening wind, thin like a piece of hanging Leaves on the branches.

He had already guessed that Jason would come. Jason was hiding in this block, so he would definitely pay attention to the wind and grass nearby, so it was hard for him not to notice Jack who was wandering around with a photo.He turned his head and saw Jason squatting on an abandoned telephone pole, looking down at him. Jason in this posture really looked like a Robin bird, faintly overlapping with the dying boy in the illusion.

"Long time no see, Jason, your bat daddy sent me to find you." Jack pressed his hand to his temple, pushing the bad welcome out of his mind.

After the Yang Kezhen love/child case was solved, he and Jason barely got acquainted.Occasionally, when Batman couldn't come, the bird would visit Jack in Arkham Asylum instead of Batman, but the two did not establish any friendship.Jack was more interested in the dessert in his hand than Jason himself, and Jason also felt that although he had helped him, he was still a dangerous criminal.The two were always neither salty nor salty, and ended the meeting after a few words of politeness like plain water, so plastic that Jack felt that the fake flowers on the table in the reception room were a little more real than theirs.

There was no expression on Jason's face, but Jack still sensed his disappointment: "Isn't Batman here?"

"He is investigating who is manipulating Bane, so he can't come for the time being."

There is no doubt that the Penguin is not the emperor of the underworld. Even after many years of training, his power is still not enough to perfectly cover Gotham; Catwoman can use hacking technology to transfer Wayne Enterprises' offshore funds, but the delivery of huge assets is absolutely impossible. It can't be this easy.To be able to successfully take over a city with a permanent population of more than 8000 million in such a short period of time, assassinate all political celebrities without causing any military mutiny, and even successfully harvest the military power, so that the Penguin regime is protected by heavy firepower, cruel Suppressing the uprising within Gotham City made the US government order not to intervene in the situation in Gotham.These are not the range of lunatics and gladiators. There must be others standing behind Bane.He is just a puppet pushed onto the stage, and the real murderer is hiding in the shadows behind the scenes, waiting for the arrival of Batman.

The cloud of disappointment on Jason's face dissipated slightly: "I don't believe you, give me your communicator and let me contact Batman."

Jack pulled the communicator from his ear and threw it to him.

After a brief conversation, Jason returned the communicator to Jack.He had doubts before, suspecting that Jack was in the same group as Catwoman and the others, and that Gotham City's overwhelming surveillance network was written by him. He was vaguely relieved when this guess was answered in the negative.

"Go back? Now Gotham City is tightly blocked, and the network signal cannot be used. Nightwing, Batwoman and Batwoman are all stopped outside Gotham. Batman needs a communication soldier. He wants you to take the road of smuggling, for He and Ye Yi and others passed the news."

"Why won't he let you go?"

"I can't disappear from Gotham, Harley is still in Bane's hands."

Jason squatted on the street lamp for a while. He didn't want to be a messenger. He wanted to change into Robin's clothes and fight criminals with Batman. Before he had to be considerate of Batman and Alfred, he had to force himself Sitting in front of the computer and tapping away, memorizing the completely unfamiliar Bat computer operation manual.Now that there is no need for a computer, Batman refuses to take him to the front line, preferring to investigate alone in a tattered armor.He knew Batman was protecting him, but the protection was so frustrating that he couldn't help but say, "Jack, am I no match for Dick?"

"Are you talking about the uprightness of the buttocks? That's really not comparable."

Jason burst out laughing, and Jack's witty words drove away his negative emotions: "Stop joking, I can't leave here just yet."

"why?"

"I was around here and found a small hidden opposition force. Most of them are students. They plan to plan a few more demonstrations to oppose the Bain regime. This is too dangerous. The Penguin will shoot at everyone who opposes him .I tried to persuade them, but it was useless. I can't just leave and watch them stop Penguin's gunshot."

While speaking, Jason jumped down and fell to the ground. Jack looked at his hands that had been in his pockets and said, "Are your hands hurt?"

"A little injury." When escaping from Catwoman, he forcibly broke his wrist in order to break free from the rope. Although a relatively reliable doctor was found to connect it, the injury was not completely healed, and half of the palm muscles were unable to pull.He didn't want others to notice his strangeness, so he could only keep his hands in his pockets.

"Show me, I am..."

Before Jack could finish speaking, heavy footsteps sounded at the end of the long street, as if thousands of military boots were trampling on the ground.Startled, the two of them quickly and silently climbed up to the roof, got into a dark corner where the surveillance cameras couldn't see, squatted on the gargoyle together and looked down.Soldiers swarmed into the slums like army ants, their thick and heavy boots beating drums like drumsticks, and the cries of women and children soon sounded in the streets and alleys. It was obvious that the people coming were not the regular army controlled by Penguin , but a picket team composed of (former) gangsters and hooligans. The Penguin asked them to search for opposition forces in Gotham City. The search was very thorough, but the downside was that they often couldn't get rid of their bad habits while they were working.

Jason's first reaction was that Jack's high-profile hunting behavior attracted Penguin's attention, but he soon realized that the people were not after him.If it was really a search for Jason, the Penguin would definitely dispatch a regular army instead of the rabble formed by these rogues. He knew very well the fighting abilities of Batman and Robin, and the small picket team went to them just to deliver food.Then there is only one purpose for the picket team to come here: the small opposition force that Jason mentioned before is now hidden in the depths of the slums, and the picket team got the news and rushed to them!

Jason tilted his head to say something to Jack, but he saw Jack squatting on the gargoyle with his head down, a stream of bright red blood hanging under his nose.