[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

In front of my eyes was a wine-red velvet bed cover, and the light from the crystal chandelier was pale and broken, like huge snowflakes.

The slight muscle weakness caused by sitting for a long time made Bruce unable to move. Fortunately, Alfred, who was standing by the bed, discovered that he was awake in time. He quickly helped him sit up, leaned on the bed, and poured a cup of hot water for him. He feeds.Bruce pressed his tongue against the palate, barely resisting the strong dizziness, drank half a glass of water to moisten his throat, and then said hoarsely: "Ah Fu, how long have I been asleep?"

"More than five days, master,? You lost blood and fractured too much, and you have been in a coma for the past five days." Alfred sighed.

Bruce frowned. The memories before coma slowly came back. Fragments of Bane, Harley, Termination Program, Jason and so on flashed in front of his eyes one by one, and finally turned into Jack's face. His golden eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps The same flickering.Bruce grabbed Alfred's wrist and hissed, "Wait, what about Jason?!"

Alfred involuntarily avoided his gaze, and lowered his head: "No news for now."

"No news for five days? Where's Jack? Has he contacted you?"

"No." Alfred saw Bruce staggeringly trying to stand up by grabbing the edge of the bed, and hurriedly supported him, "Master,? You're hurt too badly,? You can't stand up."

Trembling, Bruce picked up the mask on the table: "No,? I have to go find Jason,? Where's my bat armor?"

"Master Dick and Miss Barbara went to investigate their whereabouts together,? There should be results soon. Master, don't move around, the wound will burst open."

Bruce still failed to put on the armor in the end. During the five days of coma, severe blood loss had caused his blood pressure to drop to a terrible number.In the past two days, they have been going back and forth, and they have transfused nearly two liters of blood for Bruce, which is almost equivalent to changing all the blood in Bruce's body. Alfred once doubted whether he would wake up.The serious sequelae of blood loss are fever, chest tightness, heart palpitations and a strong sense of dizziness. The former dark knight is now no more powerful than a newborn lamb.Bruce took a few steps like a penguin, his knees gave up, and he knelt down on the soft and expensive Persian rug.

At this moment, Nightwing, like a swift, jumped in from the French windows of Wayne Mansion. Bruce was in a coma for the past five days. He, Barbara and Catherine were dealing with the affairs of Gotham. After the assassination of the penguin regime, which was not stiff, the president of the United States signed a prefectural-level blockade of Gotham City. The whole Gotham was in a state of anarchy and chaos, and the situation was a mess.Ye Yi was just dealing with the disappearance of Catwoman. When he heard that Bruce had woken up, he immediately went back to Wayne Manor, took out a snow-white letter from his arms, and handed it to Bruce: "Bruce, this is a letter for you."

"Whose letter?"

Ye Yi opened her mouth. Barbara has been staring at Gotham's underground for the past few days. Not long ago, there were some changes in the gangsters. The famous people gathered together and brought out several corpses at the meeting. This letter The letter was placed on the body at that time.None of them are fools, it is impossible not to understand who wrote this familiar style, he can only say: "The clown's."

Bruce was silent for a while: "He changed back to the same way?"

"According to the informant, yes." Ye Yi replied sadly.

The time that Jack can move freely is not long, and the life of the body shared by the two is also short.Knowing this, Bruce has long thought of today, and has been planning for this day, even preparing to end Jack's life himself.However, when the day finally came, Bruce still couldn't help feeling sad.It was hard for him not to think about Jack's face, not to think about that night, Jack sat next to him, the hand he held was cold and pale, he looked at Bruce, his red-gold eyes shone in the moonlight, his words seemed like In the ear, he said: "Will you save me?"

You made him believe that you would save him, that you were his only friend.

Bruce hung his head and said nothing after all. He tore open the letter. There was no letter paper in the envelope, only a developed photo.The photo showed a boy in a black and red Robin suit. He was firmly tied to a wheelchair, and his blood-stained jet-black hair hung down, covering most of his face.

When Jason woke up, it was just past midnight.The room reverberated with the deep sound of bells falling to the ground.

The moonlight illuminates the dark marble floor, and the silver moon hangs high in the depths of the night, like pearls falling on velvet, or an eye that is too bright.Thousands of years have passed slowly, and it silently watched all the separation and reunion in the world, love and hate between men and women, joy and sorrow, everything is nothing new, and the world is just a cycle.

When he opened his eyes, Harley was picking up the clown from the hospital bed. He was wrapped in a plush blanket, wearing a purple tuxedo and a pale yellow shirt. The dress was propped up empty.A few days ago, he was still alive and kicking off the heads of the gangsters. He seemed to be the crime king of Gotham, but now he decayed like a handful of dry grass. The bones are tall, and the acid green pupils are bright and dark, like an unextinguished candle, faltering in the wind.

"Jack?" he called.

The clown didn't answer.Harley was not surprised by his unusual silence. Terminating the procedure put a heavy burden on the clown's body, especially the already poor liver and kidney functions. The injection was a devastating blow. Harley put On the bed, tuck the corner of the quilt for him, hook up the IV drip, and dispose of messy medicine bottles and syringes.The clown puts on a breathing mask and closes his eyes tightly, looking like a dying critically ill patient.In the huge space, there was only the beeping sound of the hemodialysis machine and the electrocardiogram, and there was a heavy dead air in the air.

Jason looked around, the place he was in was a huge, abandoned toy factory, a corner was simply and crudely converted into a ward, and he was firmly tied to the pillars, his hands and feet were locked behind the iron pillars, he again Shout out, "Jack."

The clown didn't even look at him, but Harry gave him a condescending glance: "Johnny, gag him."

About 10 minutes later, the clown opened his eyes silently, his complexion obviously improved a lot, he pursed his bloodless lips, and said with a smile: "Johnny Johnny, you are back, how is the situation now?"

Johnny scratched his head: "Yesterday those people were very cooperative, they worked very hard to spread hatred and incite the crowd. Now the opposition is agitated, saying that they want to avenge the leader's death and hang Penguin on Wayne Tower to dry out. Boss , Gotham's water has been muddied by us, what should we do next?"

The clown snorted, "Go and open the box on your right."

Johnny did so, the box was opened, and the messy things inside rolled to the ground. He saw various types of guns and bullets, as well as piles of banknotes piled up like a hill.Johnny had expected all of these things, but he was surprised by the things piled up next to the ammunition and money. It turned out to be a pile of clothes. He picked up the clothes and found that these were the consuls under the Penguin regime. Some of the uniforms are torn, with bullet holes, dust and old blood stains on the corners.He turned his head and asked suspiciously, "Boss?"

"The cesspit of Gotham is not smelly enough. Give these uniforms to hooligans and mental patients, let them steal and rob, and massacre those students or civilians with guns, or just shoot the streets with guns."

Harry opened his mouth: "Mr. J, aren't we preparing for Batman?"

The clown looked at her, and a contemptuous laugh rolled out of his throat: "Harry, what do you think Gotham is?"

"Huh? Gotham, Gotham is a city."

"You're right, Gotham is a city, it's sin city, it's demon capital, it's an open air septic tank. But it's also the best, best, best city, Gotham isn't mine, It's not Batman's, it's just itself, it's the virgin, it's the whore; it's the Virgin Mary, it's Lilith the Witch; it's Lolita the virgin, it's Helen the war, it's the gorgeous Cleopatra Terra, it's my Aphrodite and Galatea. But when I woke up, guess what I saw?" The clown gasped, his tone was angry, but his face was calm, "I saw Gotham being Batman broke his virginity, and the two of them committed adultery under the dried goat eggs. Order has polluted it, and Gotham is losing its unique charm and turning into a boring dead city like the Metropolis. If this continues, is Batman going to change? Become a psychopath who wears underwear on the outside?"

The clown suddenly stopped, and as if he came back to his senses, he murmured: "...It seems that he wears underwear on the outside, heroes are all perverts who like to emphasize their crotch, a group of reproduction worshipers. Forget it , It doesn’t matter, the important thing is that Gotham is the city of me and Batman. He and I each hold half of the city. Tan. It seemed like he forgot about it while I was sleeping, and all I had to do was remind him, 'This isn't just your city, it's mine, too'."

Jason spat out the cloth ball in his mouth, and gasped, "That's impossible, clown, this city and the people who live here are far stronger than you can imagine."

The clown looked at him, as if he was seeing him for the first time, with a beast-like light in his green eyes: "Jason, sometimes when I look at you, I think you are the child of me and Batman. You Inherited his bad temper, and also inherited my ability to break his heart. You are better at making Batman suffer than making me suffer. Occasionally, I will love you for a short time. As the red knight, you are not shy When it hurt him so much. Babies are perfect, but having babies is always hard, and I'm going to repeat that again today. Harley—”

He smiled and said to Harry: "Harry, go, break all his bones, don't leave a single one intact."