[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Drowsy and waking up.

The clown opened his eyes again,? He only saw the white ceiling,

He is very ill.

The clown is of course aware of his health status. What Jack handed him was a complete mess. The long-term medication and the terminating dose caused leukopenia and liver and kidney dysfunction, so serious that it has already affected the heart and lung function.If Jason had observed more carefully, he would have found that the clown had a slight breathing disorder, which meant that his body was worse than Jason thought.

What he needs most right now is rest, drug withdrawal and rest.

The clown took off the breathing mask,? slowly sat up from the hospital bed,? words were beating around, the sound of medical equipment was one after another,? ticking,?His skin was as pale and dry as paper, and there were severely distorted light blue blood vessels coiled on his arms. The walls of the blood vessels were so stiff that they almost formed a whole piece, like a drug addict who had been taking drugs for many years.He pulled out the syringes on his elbows and the back of his hands, and there were a row of injection tubes of different thicknesses on the spine. At the end of the injection tubes was a finger-long injection needle. Sometimes there isn't even blood.

He improved Bane's clumsy method,? Sending the venom directly into the bone marrow instead of the muscle? This method allows a greater proportion of the venom to be absorbed,? But correspondingly, this will shorten the lifespan of the user.Not much life could be shortened though.

"How's the investigation going?" He stood up unsteadily, and put on his purple coat.

The dialysis machine had just filtered the blood from his whole body,? No wonder he was a little unsteady on his feet.Hemodialysis can barely hang his life,? But it can only be done to this extent, and he is still continuously and slowly sliding towards death.

"Boss, the person you are looking for was sentenced to life imprisonment and served 16 years in Black Gate Prison. He applied for medical parole seven months ago because, uh," Johnny paused, "liver cancer."

"Liver cancer?"

"Well, the liver cancer was already at an advanced stage when it was diagnosed. The doctor said that the trigger may be alcohol and drug abuse in the early years."

"Where are the others?"

"Transferred to Gotham Mercy Nursing Home three months ago."

Gotham Charity Nursing Home, in name, specializes in mild and conservative treatment, and to put it bluntly, it is hospice care for terminally ill patients.

The two walked out of the ward side by side, got on the elevator, and pressed the number at the top.The place where they were located was Gotham Central Hospital. Because of the Bain regime and the ensuing riots, almost no one went to work normally, many wards were vacant, and some floors were even cut off.The clown passed through the darkness silently like a ghost. He walked out of the door on the top floor. In the oncoming night wind, mixed with the drizzle like cow hair, his skin and clothes were soon covered in a layer of wetness. in the mist.

Johnny backed away quietly. Gotham Central Hospital is a big target, and it is very easy to be found. The reason why the clown stays here for a long time is because the Gotham Central Hospital is opposite the Gotham Police Department, and the Gotham Police Department The roof of the bureau—

Just at this moment, the spotlight on the top floor of the Gotham Police Station was turned on, a beam of circular light pierced through the thick clouds, and on the leaden sky, a circular pattern fell, which was a bird with outstretched wings. bat.

The clown closed his eyes, stretched his arms, spun in the rain, and hummed a triumphant ditty. The black and white Brogue leather shoes stepped on the rain puddle, splashing a burst of water, as if he was dancing with an invisible person .There was only the sound of wind, breathing, and water, and this eerie waltz was finally over. The clown raised his head, with drops of water hanging from his eyelashes, and his black and green curly hair was wet from the rain, and the water was sticking to his forehead and his face. On the skin of the neck, suddenly there is a texture like an oil painting.He bowed deeply, as if saying a curtain call to the audience. After doing all this, he coughed a few times, and his voice couldn't hide his fatigue: "Sometimes I miss Jack, because I haven't skipped with him yet." dancing."

A black figure appeared silently behind him.

"I'm so glad to see you alive, old friend, and it means I won't have any more nightmares about you dying. Thank you for coming to see me with the painkiller stuffed in the bandage." The clown laughed. "Now you Want to ask me something? We have three things to talk about right now: Jason, Jack, and Gotham. Dear Bat, think it over before asking."

Batman said coldly, "Where's Jason?"

The clown's funny smiling face collapsed in an instant, like melting wax tears: "You just talk to me about this? 'Where's Jason', 'Where's Jason', 'Where's Jason'?! What's going on in your head Is it just the few broods you raised?"

Batman was silent for a while: "Where did Jack go?"

The clown put on a cold expression he had never seen before, and shook his head: "Dead."

Batman was eerily speechless.

"You really have an expression of 'my parents rolled in the alley and still have several holes in their bodies. From then on, I am a psychopath who loves to kill my friends, but is kind, friendly, and intimate to the person I hate the most'."

"I didn't intend to use that needle on him."

"You didn't plan? Bat, don't make it sound like it's all an accident, you didn't mean it. There are no outsiders here, don't lie to me, to your heart, you have already thought about it, and you thought Very detailed, you have thought about how he will die many times, even thought about what he will say before he dies, and what expression you should use to say goodbye to him. You prepared countless injections that could kill him in your bat cave, and then When you asked him to sign the authorization agreement to freeze himself into a popsicle, you had already thought about today." The clown put his hands behind his back and whistled, "Little bat, sometimes I wonder if you have something wrong with me. What kind of strange feelings, otherwise, why would I keep my life and choose me between Jack and me."

Batman said abruptly, "Jack's still alive inside you, isn't he?"

"How do I know, maybe he's having some sweet dreams."

"If he's really dead, you're going to charge up with a knife and a gun instead of taunting me with him. Where's Jason?"

"Will I tell you if you ask me?"

"Stop those lunatics under your command, they are not justice at all, they are just committing violence in masks."

The clown fell on his back on the railing, looking down, all kinds of people were like tens of thousands of termites, eating away the decayed city from the inside out.Many of them were wearing that white smiling mask, holding up flags of unknown meaning, chanting all kinds of slogans frantically, holding torches, machine guns and gasoline in their hands, dirt and kerosene were Randomly dumped on the street, the roadside is full of all kinds of rubbish and debris, and there are people who were injured in the conflict and fell at people's feet.Illuminated by the flames, countless stiff smiling faces are more terrifying than ghosts and creatures. Blood and flames spread in the streets and alleys of Gotham City, like bright red magma flowing in the blood vessels.

"I'm sorry, Bat, they are out of my control." The clown looked at the blazing flames, his eyes danced with tenderness that could be called attachment, "You have to forgive them, they have been bullied by Penguin for too long, they must find a chance Let them vent their grievances. Let them feel that they are teachers of justice can at least alleviate their guilt."

Batman looked at him: "You sowed the seeds of evil in this city."

"Don't tell me I'm like a demon, I didn't do anything, I just told them a few sets of data."

"Your data is from eight years ago, and you deliberately concealed a lot, including the economic recovery bill two years ago and school-age children subsidies. Gotham City's total wealth also has a time difference between the economic crisis and economic recovery. It cannot be simply Think proportionally with the increase in wages. I don’t deny that the quality of life of the people at the bottom of Gotham City is very poor, but it’s definitely not as bad as you say.” Batman said coldly, “You never thought of being someone who exposed the truth. Hero, you just want people to distrust the government, you let them live in conspiracy theories, let them kill, set fire, commit crimes, destroy everywhere, execute people at their own discretion. Even if it ends, this violence will not Disappear, they will continue to fight against public power, violently resist police enforcement, refuse to abide by the law, and even use you as an idol. This is your purpose-to pollute my city and let me watch the new order that I worked so hard to build be broken .”

The clown paused and sighed: "One of the reasons I hate you is that you know me too well."

"You will be executed."

"Ok?"

"Before, the doctor issued a medical certificate for Jack's mental state, proving that he has the ability to bear full criminal responsibility. This certificate is enough for the Gotham government to sentence you to death by injection."

"I don't care, Bat." The clown turned his head away, a golden light in his acid green eyes, "If they really sentenced me to death, what would the people think? They would think, 'He killed so many people before, you Don't want to shoot him, now he just made a speech, and you want him to die'. They will imagine me as a hero who was twisted by drugs, fought against the powerful, exposed the darkness, and died of persecution. If you put I'm sent back to Arkham Asylum, and I'll have to admit I'm mentally ill, and just sit back and watch me escape the law. Either way, it'll make you miserable, Bat."

Batman didn't speak.The clown slowly approached him, and the two looked at each other through the rain, as if they had returned to that day many years ago. The night when the clown told him jokes about madmen and flashlights was also so misty and rainy.Batman was no longer surprised by the almost normal expression on the clown's face, he heard him say: "You didn't come here to warn me before, I kidnapped your little birdie and you didn't pounce on me Get rid of it, who do you want to save?"

Batman was suddenly relieved. The clown was right, the reason he was able to show such tenderness this time was only because of Jack.He harbored a secret sense of guilt for his disappearance, and the clown must have seen through this too. He lowered his head and said softly, "Save Jack."