[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

What Jack is thinking Bruce doesn't know, but he does feel that sooner or later his hairline will recede.

Recently, the lunatics in Arkham have kept themselves safe, and the criminals in Blackgate Prison are also being reformed through labor. The big bosses who have a reputation have not come out to toss, and there are only two or three miscellaneous fish left in the Gotham gangsters, who are easily defeated by Batman. Cleaned up.But this does not mean that Batman can get some leisure time. On the contrary, with the departure of the original Robin Dick, he is busier.

Batman seems to have had an indissoluble bond with lunatics from birth. From Bruce becoming Batman to the present, almost all the enemies he met were mentally ill. Their brains had organic lesions, and their physical morbidity made their words and deeds impossible. rationale.But as long as it is a disease, there will always be a cure and a way to alleviate it, and the clown's improvement gives him hope.Although he could tell that the Joker—or Jack, for that matter—was still not a normal person. He suffered from a certain degree of paranoia, and when communicating with others, his eyes would automatically roll and stare elsewhere. Bruce didn't know that the system This happened, but he confirmed that what Jack saw was some kind of hallucination, and this hallucination was the part that Jack hid from him, and he regarded it as a secret that only he could see.

However, he didn't expect the clown to really become like a normal person. One look at his deformed brain knew that it was completely impossible.The low aggression he's shown so far has satisfied Bruce enough.

During this time, Bruce read a lot of books on psychopathology, consulted the most cutting-edge papers on brain medicine, injected capital into several famous laboratories as the CEO of Wayne Group, and collected a large number of mentally ill and normal people around the world. The human brain model is input into the bat computer for big data statistics.

However, these heavy tasks are not enough to make him breathless. What really makes him tired is another simple investigation:

According to Jack's oral life experience, find out the origin of "Joker".

When the alarm came from the bat computer, he almost tore out a lot of hair with a shake of his hands.

Last night he stayed up all night in order to deal with a drug smuggling case. He just beat up the mastermind behind the scenes and threw him into Blackgate Prison. It rang.The connection between the front and back is so tight that you don't even need to change the bat suit.

These lunatics really pick their time!

Facing the blue light emitted by the bat computer alarm, Bruce still took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger in his heart deeply.He must restrain his anger and keep calm at all times. Out of control anger will destroy Batman. He puts on the black bat mask and hides the face of the boy who faced the death of his parents many years ago under the mask, leaving only his lips and chin. Barely exposed, the lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, as if they were strictly guarding a certain secret, or as if they were trying to suppress the crying of the eight-year-old child in their throats.

It's not hard to guess what happened in Arkham. Someone attacked the madhouse with a bomb, blasted a gap in this solid modern fortress, and air-dropped guns and some heavy weapons to the gang of murderous lunatics. The location of the bomb distribution is very clever. , it first destroyed the cell where Poison Ivy was held alone, followed by the bombing of the library where the clown and others were released, and then blew up the landing gear of the only bridge in the lunatic asylum. The suspension bridge could not be raised, and the criminals in Arkham It can go straight to Gotham and let these dangerous and crazy criminals run around. It's like throwing time/time/bomb/bombs into downtown. Batman can't let them go.

He first dealt with the Mad Hatter, Poison Ivy, and Amygdala who were making trouble in the center of Gotham, and knocked out the perverted killer Zass who hijacked the girls' school. During this period, his Robin Jason Todd followed the clues He found Bane, but was wounded by the latter, so he had to go back to Wayne Manor to recuperate. He had been fighting for a whole day, exhausted and sleepless.The blood loss and accumulated injuries made him extremely weak. On this bad day, there may only be good news that "the clown's illness has temporarily stabilized". After all, the clown is much more terrifying than all of them combined.

However, this time the old friend obviously wants to play with him more.

Batman was standing outside a corridor on the west side of Arkham Asylum. Through a brick-thick tempered glass door, he saw the unconscious Harley Quinn lying at the end of the corridor.

"You know I'm here, and I'm sure I'm wearing a gas mask, but I bet you only have one." The man's deep, hoarse voice came through the loudspeaker, accompanied by wheezing, "Our clown The lady is not immune to my gas, she is at the end of the corridor, but be careful, she has been injected with poison by me, so you can't hold her through the corridor, so what are you going to do? You can only A mask."

Immediately afterwards, the TV screen not far away jumped, and after a burst of snowflakes, a surveillance video began to play: the slender Harley jumped high like a white bird, and fell lightly. She turned the sharp blade in her hand and skillfully cut The throats of the two guards were bleeding profusely.Harry stepped on the pool of blood lightly and deftly, brushed his seaweed-like blond hair, pretending to be angry: "Hey, you stained my clothes!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't give her the mask." The man's voice came again.

Scarecrow, Jonathan Klein, Master of Fear.

Klein had a miserable childhood. His mother died, and his father who was obsessed with biochemical experiments threw him into the cellar time and time again, making him shiver in darkness and fear.In school, the thin and timid Klein was ridiculed and bullied by his classmates. They laughed at his stick-like body as "like a scarecrow". In order to take revenge on those people, Klein began to study the mechanism of the emotion of "fear". A study that landed him the title of Professor of Psychology at Gotham University, but the Scarecrow's intense and aimless hatred spiraled out of control.After Klein was fired by the school for using human experiments, he completely fell into the quagmire of sinking and madness. He invented the famous "fear gas". People who inhale this gas will have strong hallucinations, and all hallucinations are related to them related to deep-seated fears.

Batman didn't speak. He cut the circuit board with the inverted armor on his arm, opened the door to let the fearful gas escape as much as possible, and at the same time took out a folding gas mask from his belt.The Scarecrow is right, he brought a mask, but only for one person, and the gas mask takes up a lot of space even if it is folded, and he has to leave room for other high-tech gadgets.

He put the mask on his face, rushed down the hallway, and turned Harley the Harley, who was tightly bound, with sunken eye sockets, blue face, pale lips, sweaty, stiff face At the same time, her body temperature was abnormally high, her heart was beating violently under her ribs, Batman lifted her eyelids, and her pupils contracted into needlepoints, which was a precursor to sudden death .

Almost without any hesitation, Batman took off his mask and placed it over Harry's muzzle.

The length of the corridor was not enough for him to run to the end holding his breath, not to mention dragging the unconscious Harry. Batman tried hard to hold his breath, and finally took a breath.As expected, and unavoidable, he saw his parents.

The ghosts of Thomas and Martha surrounded him like half-decomposed corpses crawling out of the grave, and they clung to Batman, pushing their son around with their skeletal hands, every time they did it. Every action will cause maggots to fall.Although the body was rotting, the face was still fresh. There was no skin on the head, and there were only four bare blood holes. They looked at Bruce with that abstract and horrible face, and their eyes were as deep as two dry wells.

"my parents……"

As if returning to the alley many years ago, a gunshot almost burst the eardrum.The man and woman fell into the mud and stagnant water, and the pool of bright red blood continued to expand.However, no matter how he recalled, the men and women lying on the ground seemed to have no faces. Their faces were buried under the golden hair, like a piece of pale wax paper.

It was raining heavily, and he sat next to his parents' dead bodies, growing up overnight.

It was the night of his fear and the source of his strength.All of Gotham knows Batman never kills, but no one knows why.But Bruce knew that he became Batman to protect children like him from crying at night when their parents died, so that every family could walk safely through the alley behind the movie theater.

However, he is also flesh and blood, and he can also be angry and out of control. The hatred and anger towards crime accumulated in his heart that night were no less than others.The death of his parents made him Batman, but it also pushed him to the edge of a cliff, making him teetering on the bottom line of reason.

In a trance, a familiar voice came from my ear, low, mixed with a cold and vicious smile: "Just need, a bad enough day—"

—Anybody would go crazy like me.

Batman picks up mentally.

You are crazy.Batman saw the man standing behind his parents, with his hands raised high, the fearful gas made him hallucinate, and his already weird tone was distorted out of place, like singing.

—You're crazy, Bat.You go crazy when your parents are killed, and you swing around the city in fancy costumes, doing Zod's corny tricks.Do you ever think how unreasonable it is that you push your children into battle and let them go hand to hand with lunatics?They should have had happy childhoods, sitting in classrooms, not facing madmen... I know you never kill, it doesn't mean you're noble, you're just scared—

Shut up, clown.

——You are afraid to find out that you like violence, you are afraid to understand that you don't want the murderer who killed your parents to be put in prison, you want him dead, you want to shoot him that night, kill him with your own hands to avenge your parents!But you can't do it, you can't do anything like a child!You have to be a vigilante and treat all criminals as substitutes for the murderer!There's no justice, you're just angry, you're sad, you're childish, you're a boy whose parents were taken from you.So you dare not kill me, once you kill me, you will no longer be able to control yourself, you will find that you are like me——

Shut up, clown!

—why not admit that we, all of us, are not different.Righteous, evil, noble, inferior... It doesn't matter if there is something or not, everyone is the same——

Shut up!Shut up!Shut up!

Suddenly, a pale hand stretched out. It held a wet white cloth and clasped it over his nose and mouth.Followed by a familiar voice: "Try to hold your breath, I will take you out."

Batman looked up in a daze, and he saw a lunatic in a purple tuxedo standing in front of him, grinning and showing a bright red sneer.

"clown……?"

Jack was standing outside the gate as Batman dragged Harry out.

It's a bit ashamed to say that he didn't intend to lend a helping hand at first.

In his subconscious mind, Batman will definitely win. His intelligence and physical fitness are at the peak of human beings, and the Wayne Group's strong financial resources protect his body, and various high-tech means emerge in endlessly.In his eyes, Batman has a full-level six god costume, and the bosses he can pinch are also ruthless characters. When he becomes crazy, he even beats himself. He is an ordinary office worker in a chemical factory, so it is better not to mix with their gods to fight Better yet, if the city gate catches fire and the fish in the pond are hit, wouldn't everything be over, and he still wants to go back to his wife and children to warm up the kang as soon as possible.

Greed for life and fear of death, no shame.

However, when he stood in a safe place and watched the injured Batman hand over the mask to Harley, and dragged Harley out step by step, he felt uncomfortable.

Batman is a tragic hero.

Others thought he was darkness, he was justice, he was the law, he was Gotham itself, but in the final analysis, he was just a kid standing by the corpse of his dead parents.And Batman is the dream of that 8-year-old kid.The dark hero in the dream fell from the sky and saved him and his parents, but the reality hurt him mercilessly, so he became that hero, and he would protect all children like him.Although Batman's principle of not killing has always been controversial, what Jack must affirm is that Batman is a great and noble person.

This is also the sadness of Batman. In the final analysis, it is the misfortune of childhood that gave him the strength to make the concept of Batman born from pain.Once Bruce Wayne gets happiness, happiness will also completely disintegrate him from the inside, making the bat disappear eventually.Such is the tragic core of Batman, that he deserves all the happiness in the world, yet he is alone.

Jack likes the character of Batman very much, he is a very charismatic hero.But after he came here, he hardly regarded Batman as a real person. He regarded him more like facing an NPC in a stand-alone game. He clicked on "Batman" and a dialog box popped up. "Hero" gave him two bottles of medicine... He admitted that he had always looked at him that way, and he also thought so, "Anyway, the plot will advance, the story must be written, Batman will not die, and he will not lose, then I will go in." What are you fussing about?"

But, but.

When he stood in front of the door and watched the black hero helplessly, staggering and dragging the unconscious Harley, trying to save her even if the poison gas he inhaled would be life-threatening, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

If it was the clown standing here, he would either close the door happily, or stand at the door and make sarcastic remarks, mocking Batman's personal heroism in a weird way, and there is no way he would lend a helping hand anyway.He wasn't, though, so he stepped into the depths of the gas, putting Batman's arm around his shoulders.

Just help.He thought to himself, he can't use all means to go back, and he can't lose his conscience just to see his wife and children.