[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"what happened to you?"

Jack wiped his nosebleed: "It's okay,? I was pestered by a drunk when I was looking for you. He punched me and hurt my nose."

Jason recalled the glorious record of the clown and Batman fighting each other without losing the wind. He couldn't figure out how Jack could be sneaked by a drunk,? But the crying from below immediately attracted his attention.

Pickets found a young girl in a crumbling slum. They dragged her knotted black hair and dragged her to the street, intending to tear off her greasy and dirty dress, as if teasing a group of prey Wolf.Facing this blah blah, the people around did not express anything. The poor were silent like cicadas, like birds in the rain.The other pickets grinned as their colleagues took off the girl's pants. The wretched smiling faces of adult men seemed to form an unbreakable wall, and the girl was driven away like a lamb by the secular whip.

Just as Jason was about to jump down and kick those scumbags over, his elbow was grabbed by Jack: "Don't go down."

"why?"

"Don't be impulsive,? They did evil in Gotham because they saw your sense of justice and wanted to force you to show up. Think about Bane's ban on the Bat Family. If you appear on the street, your butler will be executed !"

"Are you letting me watch her being raped?"

Jack was silent for a while. He stood up, opened his arms, and stepped on the gargoyle's head. The evening wind from far away over the mountains swept over his clothes, and the two long swallowtails were soft in the wind. Like a black cross standing on a gargoyle: "I'll deal with it,? You stay here and don't move."

Under Jason's gaze, he fell down like a swallow, and his figure was extremely light. Jason suddenly felt that the figure looked familiar, and it took him a while to realize that he actually felt that Jack looked like Batman for a moment.

The Joker has always said that he is the opposite of Batman, but Jason thinks this is obviously an insult to Batman.Anyway, there is no basis for the clown's nonsense, and there is no basis for it. A lie can be repeated for nearly a hundred versions, and the devil is more credible than the clown.Everyone regarded this as one of the clown's nonsense. He used this kind of remark to shake Batman's heart, but at that moment, Jason suddenly felt that what the clown said made sense. Shadow of Batman.

However, the next moment, this thought was thrown out of his mind, because Jack showed a completely different violence from Batman. The moment he landed, he punched the jaw of the teenage picket with his fist, and Jason heard With the jaw-dropping sound of fracture, Jack directly broke the mandible of that scumbag. This kind of injury won't kill anyone, but he probably needs to replace his jaw with a plastic one.

The pickets looked at Jack, reliving the nightmare of the hunk on the way to do something bad—though this time the hunk was a little thinner.

In this rape-infested city, where poverty and high unemployment have become a hotbed of crime, the gangsters believe they are the emperors of the underworld and that they will take over the city in the future.They often wield knives, guns and sticks, and after getting high, they charge on motorcycles like mad dogs with rabies. No one dares to stop them.The police only dared to hide behind the car door and shout at them. The officials hid in high-rise buildings and shivered. The only person who could sanction them was Batman.

Batman is the nightmare of Gotham, he always comes like a devil, breaks the bones of gangsters with an iron fist, he makes them feel like an iron wall, between criminals and ordinary citizens, gangsters use drugs / Pin paralyzed himself and charged at him, thinking that the person in front of him would be afraid and back away, but Batman didn't.Instead, they hit that wall and fell to pieces.

The pickets were stunned for a moment before they realized that the person coming was not Batman, and this thought boosted their confidence.However, Jack didn't give them time to get the knife. Instead, he kicked them in the face and said to the girl: "Run, get out of here, hide!"

The girl froze for a moment, stood up, took advantage of the confusion, and stumbled away.

It didn't take much time to deal with these street hooligans, but their counterattack caused Jack to be slightly injured. After dealing with the last picket who was still standing, he rolled up his handkerchief and wiped the blood under his nose and mouth, and turned to Enter a relatively hidden alley, and prepare to hang it on the gargoyle with a rope hook gun.At this moment, a line of clear shoe prints on the muddy floor came into his eyes. The shoe prints were small and incomplete, with non-slip jagged patterns on the bottom, which should have been left by the girl who ran away just now.

Jack looked up in the direction the shoe prints were pointing to, and he only saw a wall that was over [-] meters high.

He stood for a while, raised his hand and knocked on the wall: "Don't organize a parade."

A wall is a dead thing and cannot answer.He knocked again: "Don't distribute leaflets, don't incite crowds, don't organize strikes, don't go to the city hall to give speeches, sit-in, Penguin will really shoot you."

"I'd rather he shoot us." The girl's voice suddenly sounded, coming from the other side of the wall, and then a brick in the wall sank, and a door made of stone bricks cracked, and the gap Behind is the girl's face.She talked about her dark and shiny long hair. This long hair was the first reason why Jack doubted her. Poor people who lived in slums all year round usually don't have such long hair, because the longer the hair is, the harder it is to clean. After a long time, it will be greasy and dry, and there will be lice.Later, the shoe prints completely exposed her. The opposition forces disguised themselves as poor people and hid here, but in order to facilitate their escape, they wore sneakers that were completely unaffordable on their feet at all times.

The door opened, and what appeared before Jack was a narrow room. There were a dozen or so young people sitting or standing in the room. They were all disguised as poor people, holding guns that looked old and not old.Standing among them, the girl looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she was at the age of college. Her lips were tightly pressed together, and her stained face showed a kind of youthful excitement. Her face was flushed with passion: "Thank you You saved us, but we won't agree with you, we live under the rule of a madman, the institutions that can bring justice to us are all paralyzed, if we don't stand up and protest, then Gotham is over !"

Jack sighed: "Are you their leader?"

"Yes, you didn't expect the leader to be a woman?"

"I have no problem with your gender, I just want to ask you, do you want to overthrow Bane's rule, or do you just want Penguin to change his style?"

"Of course it's the latter..."

Jack almost laughed out loud, "Do you think it's possible?"

Both Penguin and Bane are lunatics in the sense of the case. They are psychopaths who advocate violence. The most things they have done are murder, arson, smuggling/drug trafficking. How could it be possible for a group of students to protest? Love the people like children?

Jack paused, and continued: "Actually, you also understand that this is impossible to do. In the past, the government let you parade/walk and listen to your opinions because it was willing to listen. But now it is different. The Penguin will only let you You eat bullets, and if you want to overthrow him, you have to use guns. So you have guns in your hands."

The female student choked for a moment: "This is the last resort, and we don't want to use violence to solve the problem unless it is absolutely necessary."

"It won't work." Jack looked at the guns in their hands and shook his head.

The female student was irritated by his attitude. She raised her dirty skirt and said coldly: "We didn't expect to succeed, but someone must stand up and shout, in order to wake up others. We can't Tolerance, not obedience, and the bottom line cannot be lowered again and again. In the end, no one is willing to fight against these darkness. We want a just and free city. Penguin is too powerful. Maybe we will all die, but we will never back down. I know you won't understand, because you are as crazy as Bane, even though you saved me, you still laugh at us. We are not the same way."

Jack was silent. He looked around these young students, and every face he saw was immature and excited. They tried hard to make their expressions colder, but they couldn't.They seemed to be ready to fight the Penguin to the death, even if they were shot through the heart without fear.This is what Jack doesn't like to see the most. He hates watching heroes scrambling to die, as if there is nothing else to pursue in the world except noble morality. He used to skip this kind of plot when he read comics of.These students were dominated by surging passion and were ready to be heroes. Jack looked at their faces and suddenly realized his arrogance. Maybe they were still a little childish that was laughed at by adults, but this had not yet been smoothed out. His bravery should not be negated by the so-called smooth sophistication.

He sighed, thinking that he would never be able to ignore the hero.

So he asked: "I'm not telling you to do this, but launching a coup is a war, and wars need heroes, but the most important thing is victory. Apart from doing psychological construction that you will sacrifice at any time, have you made any specific plans? To overthrow the Penguin regime? What about your leader, guiding ideology, and program of action?"

The students looked at each other in blank dismay. Obviously, they were too busy doing pre-war mobilization to think about this issue at all.The female student muttered for a while: "We plan to storm into the arsenal, distribute guns and ammunition to the people, mobilize them to join us in storming into the city hall, and take down the Penguin regime..."

Jack sighed again. It is good for students to be passionate, but they often have high-sightedness and low-sightedness, often do not have a clear enough understanding of reality, and will commit excessive idealization.Not to mention how many people are guarding the arsenal, nor whether the citizens are willing to go with them after the entire city is armed with guns, just controlling these citizens is difficult enough.He thought for a while, and said to the female student: "I will give you a solution. You must come up with an action plan and clearly tell the public what your purpose is. This purpose must not be generalized. Then you must elect a leader..."

"We don't need a leader..."

"You need it! Mass action without a clear leader and a specific program of action is bound to fail. If there is no leader in the flock, there will be great chaos. You will fall into internal friction and be gradually disintegrated by external factors. You need leaders. Leaders can unite you. Together. Then, if you want to parade/walk, go to develop credible people. The requirement is that all those who participate in your protest should wear formal attire, follow instructions, and the parade/parade route must be planned, and the team must not deviate from the planned route , There must be no violence in the parade, and no one is allowed to engage in private activities. If there are enough people, you will also set up pickets to prevent any unauthorized people from mixing into the parade."

The students were stunned, but the girl who led the vote was smarter and quickly realized: "You mean, let us become an army?"

"No, it's a regime. I asked you to do this not to abolish your martial arts, so that it will not be destructive. However, sometimes it is not chaos that shakes order, but another order."

It is often not evil that wants to shake a kind heart, but another kind heart.

Jack paused for a while and said slowly: "But there is one more thing to say, if you really do this, the leaders you elect will face assassination. This is not a safe and glamorous job."

The female student put her plain, tender hand on his and replied softly: "But it's noble enough, isn't it?"

Jack glanced at her, as if he wanted to remember the girl's smile deeply in his eyes: "Yes."