[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Harry,? Go, break all the bones in his body."

Harley approached slowly, holding the baseball bat tightly, and the sound of high heels hitting the floor was crisp.She stood still in front of Jason, swallowed obviously, raised the bat high, and just as the bat was about to fall, the clown's voice came from behind and stopped her : "Okay, come back, it's not time yet. And you can't do anything."

Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the clown just wanted to test whether she was still faithful after two years? He didn't really want Harry to kill Jason - at least not right now.

Jason is a good card in his hand, and it would be a waste if he can't hurt Batman to the maximum extent.It is obviously inappropriate for Harley to kill Jason,? Once she becomes the real culprit in the death of Batman's adopted son, Batman will hate Harley more than Joker, which is unbearable for Joker.In the years when he was still awake, he always adhered to the poisonous mentality of "I am the only one who can play games with bats, and everyone else will die if they dare to get in the way", and spared no effort to persecute other colleagues in Arkham Asylum, ? That's why when Jack took over, he found that the popularity of the clown was extremely poor,? Except for Harley, everyone hated it,?

Harry blushed. "Pudding,? I could kill him! I could do—"

"Shut up, Harry,? You're just trying to force yourself to do it." The clown took off the breathing mask, took off the injection needle on the back of his hand, and slowly walked down from the hospital bed, his complexion improved a lot , it’s not that his face has other colors besides dead white, it’s just that his demeanor and movements are obviously more powerful, “You ask me why I will never love you, this is the reason. I have driven many, many people crazy, people I always say that you are my most proud masterpiece, but we all know that you are a failure, you have a bottom line, and you are unwilling to kill children, especially the litter of little birds raised by Batman. Start breastfeeding, in short, you're not completely crazy enough, it just makes me sick."

Before Harry could speak, Jason sneered: "Then why do you love Jack? Is he completely crazy?"

The clown laughed out loud, without the slightest guilt of being exposed by the double standard. Harley wanted to help him, but he pushed him away: "Harry, Johnny, you all go out, I will talk to this little bird boy alone." About his Bat-Dad."

Harry opened his mouth, but Johnny pulled him away.

The clown hummed leisurely, moved a stool, and sat in front of Jason, holding a box of golden contact lenses in his hand.He put his contact lenses on, his golden eyes flickering like will-o'-the-wisps: "Let's talk about your flying rat dad, or is that how you prefer to talk?"

Jason turned his head, the clown had a strong smell of chemicals, combined with the smell of sea salt perfume, which made him uncomfortable: "First, bats are not rodents; second, it's useless to coerce you, I Won't give away any secrets; and third, Jack and you don't just have different eye colors, and contact lenses don't help either."

"That's just your illusion. We are two sides of the same person, just like two-faced people."

"No, Jack's soul is much nobler than yours. When will he come back?"

"Not coming back, he's dead."

"impossible."

"Nothing is impossible for your Bat-Dad."

"What does this have to do with Batman?"

"This is where the joke is. Batman controls Jack's life and death. He coaxes the ignorant mental patient to the guillotine, and then holds the rope of the switch knife himself, so as to give him a sense of security. So, the child who lost his parents It's just easy to go psychotic, especially when he's wearing tights and high-cut underwear."

Jason said coldly: "It sounds nice. You are just jealous of him. You are jealous that he has suffered deeply, but he is always much nobler than you. You know very well that not everyone will get into trouble when they are hit. Down the gutter, self-defeating, avoiding problems and playing crazy."

The clown was too lazy to talk to him, but stretched out his hand to brush the broken hair on his forehead with a smile, his fingers were as cold as corpses: "Little Robin, I appreciate your noble spirit, and the relationship between you and Batman." Legendary story, but have you forgotten that you are still tied up by me?"

Jason looked at him firmly: "You won't kill me now."

"what?"

Jason said calmly: "Jack's body was already very bad before. No matter what method you use to wake up suddenly, whether it is a locking agent or a stabilizer, they will definitely cause great damage to your liver and kidney functions. Now I'm afraid you don't even have the strength to hold a pistol. You let Harley leave because you were afraid of being exposed, and that your health problems would leak out, and you wouldn't be able to hold the field. And you recovered too quickly just now, which is unreasonable, as far as I know There are only two things that can do it: stimulants and - Bane's venom."

The smile on the clown's face disappeared.He stood up, dusted off his body, like a gentle and elegant young scholar, but the next moment his fierce action broke all appearances, he raised his foot suddenly, kicked Jason hard in the face, and knelt down Robin on the ground was kicked to and fro, dizzy, and it took a long time to recover.Jason only felt the sound of mosquitoes on the inside of his head, and subconsciously stretched out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth, only to lick the strong rust smell, half of his face swelled up quickly, and a few sticky streaks slowly dripped from his mouth and nose. of blood.

"Am I right? With your current strength, it would be difficult to cut a white mark on Batman's armor. This is all your strength." Jason spat out the blood in his mouth and sneered, "Let's I guess, you can stand up because of that special medicine, without it, you will become a waste that can no longer move."

The clown was silent for a while, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, and the smoke curled upwards. He half-closed his golden eyes, perhaps because of the fuzziness of the smoke. At this moment, Jason couldn't tell who was sitting in front of him. The clown is still Jack, maybe the difference between these two people is not as big as he imagined.The clown blew smoke into his face: "You're smart, but useless."

Jason knew very well that the clown didn't avoid him at all when he chatted with Harley just now, and made it clear that he didn't intend to let him go back alive, but he didn't intend to kill him now.He licked his chapped lips and said sarcastically, "Do you have any great plans to destroy Gotham City?"

"I won't just destroy Gotham. Gotham is the best city in the world. I love her deeply, even more than Batman." The clown smiled secretly, "I used to say that Batman and I were mirrors. Two sides, there is not much difference between me and him, you all just think I am bullshitting, this time I want to prove to you that I can do what Batman can do, he can create a bat shape over Gotham I can also create a new hero in the hearts of the citizens. This is what I want to do, and I want to become a 'hero'."

Torrential rain.

On the TV, the host reported in a calm voice: "Recently, the security situation in Gotham City has continued to deteriorate. There have been several armed robberies in the eastern city. , and used machine guns to kill all the police officers under the Penguin regime. The number of casualties exceeded 60. At present, no one has captured the traces of Batman. The prefecture-level blockade order will not be revoked until the situation in Gotham stabilizes..."

The gray-black sky seemed to have a big hole, and a huge amount of rainwater poured down from this huge hole, washing this equally old and brand new city.Gotham, where coal mines started, seems to be haunted by an eternal curse. No matter how bright the high-rise buildings are, they will always be as dark as the layer of coal dust covering them. Penguin raised his head, and he saw his own body in the reflection of the glass. face, and saw the people standing behind the glass.

Bane has been out of contact for a week, and there is a high probability that he was defeated by Batman, but this does not mean that the Penguin regime will collapse with Bane's departure.In essence, Penguin is not completely attached to Bane, let Bane be the leader, but just use him as a shield, so that he can run amok in Gotham while everyone is focusing on Bane.

As one of Batman's old opponents, the Penguin who is in charge of the huge **** empire is not stupid at all. His gangsters are very skilled in shooting and killing people. If he really wants to be a consul, he can only continue to shoot and kill. With the support of this group of pig teammates, public opinion has completely become a powder keg that has been suppressed to the limit and will explode at any point.He knew that his regime could not last long, otherwise he would not have gone against the grain during his administration and exhausted his wealth.

Now that Bane has been dealt with, he will be the next one to bear the brunt. If he stays in Gotham, he will either be thrown into prison by Batman or be shot by someone. Apparently there's never been a better time to take a break from the Gotham City maelstrom.As long as the Archon can hold the people for 15 minutes, the Penguin can board the departing helicopter.

Penguin was planning to use huge legal fees to hire the best legal team to clear his name and return to Gotham after leaving the city. Suddenly, a gunshot interrupted his thoughts, and he pushed away. Looking from the window in the direction of the gunshots, a young student fell to the ground. Bright red blood silently overflowed from that body, and was quickly washed away by the heavy rain.

etc!He gave an order not to shoot at marchers/walkers!

It's not because he has a conscience, but because it will anger the opposition. The crime rate of the citizens of Gotham is one of the best in the United States. With such a simple and honest folk style and abundant martial arts, continuing to exert pressure without benefits will only anger the people.Penguin is not crazy, he is just a bit narcissistic and schizophrenic, but in essence he is a life-saving gang leader who doesn't want to be swept to pieces by angry townspeople with a Chicago typewriter.

He yelled, "Who fired the shot?!"

No one paid attention to him, his voice was drowned out in the restless crowd.

Like a crack in a crumbling dam, the agitated crowd exploded like hot oil draining a drop of water, and roaring, cursing and screaming filled the entire street.The Penguin saw an astonishing bend of the well-armed armed police, the blast shields kept being pushed back by the excited crowd.It's the critical moment, and the Penguin knows that the group of gangsters under him have almost no other skills other than killing people. They are likely to shoot and try to disperse the crowd as before. Now is the last chance to save them. Continue to yell, trying to stop the group of brainless guys: "Don't shoot, don't shoot! Stop it!"

He was answered by a ringing sound.

Once the fuse was lit, the situation was completely out of control, and the gunfire became louder and more intense.The Penguin asked several surviving fellow Arkham consuls to rush forward, at least temporarily stopping the out-of-control crowd. The pig-faced professor, the clay-faced man, and the scarecrow rushed forward. Suddenly, an unexpected gunshot sounded, and the Penguin watched helplessly. Watching Professor Pig's chest being pierced, the whole person flew backwards and hit a row of explosion-proof shields heavily. The opponent used a large-caliber gun, and Professor Pig's chest was directly opened A blood hole as thick as a wrist, broken blood clots and internal organs scattered radially.

The crowd calmed down for a while. Although everyone had guns in their hands, such violent guns were rare.Cruelty and gore briefly awakened the fear in people's hearts. They slowly made way for the shooter to come out. At this moment, the crowd standing in the torrential rain and the man they were staring at formed a strange formation. It is a scene like an oil painting in the Renaissance era, like the Son Jesus walking with a light on his head, and the crowd bowed down to him on the way.

The clown was wearing a thick and complicated purple cashmere coat, holding a pistol/gun that was still smoking from the muzzle, and walked out of the crowd slowly, like a visiting emperor.He was still what Penguin remembered: pale skin, black-green hair, and a red smiley face drawn down to the ears.He put down his gun and said to everyone present: "Everyone, I have bad news. Batman is dead."