[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"'Save Jack,'? That's what he said to me," said the Joker, flipping through the salad in front of him. "Johnny, Johnny,? Can you see I'm sad. Batman is really starting to forget me."

Johnny dared not speak.The conversation between Batman and the Joker on the rooftop was not very pleasant, and ended by hiding in Harley and rushing out to give Batman a hammer. The Joker was in a very bad mood on the way back, so it’s better not to talk to him casually at this time.

The clown lay on the table, as if someone answered him: "I thought we would be enemies for life, confidants for life, he could always see through what tricks I wanted to play, and I could judge him in a second How did you find me? We are old rivals who know everything. We even know what pattern underwear the other party wears. Our relationship has always been like this. As a result, only two years have passed, and he completely forgot how to deal with me,? Like meeting me for the first time, with hands tied,? Cowardly. Hey,? You know, he really disappointed me,? I didn’t come back to recall the classics with him.”

He lay down for a while, put the salad plate on the table heavily, and shouted: "Harry,? Come and feed our little red bird. In the next show,? He will be an important guest. Johnny Johnny ,? Come with me to meet a big man."

Harry responded, picked up the salad and stuffed it into Jason's mouth. During this time, the latter had been tied to the chair.The Robin uniform he was wearing hadn't been changed for a long time, and there was a bad smell. The strong thin wire was tightly tightened in the wrist, and new and old wounds were layered on top of each other. The blood that flowed out had dried up and solidified into a black stain.

"Big man?" Johnny lit a cigarette and asked, "Is that the guy you asked me to investigate?"

The clown put on his purple coat while talking: "Don't use the word 'guy' so contemptuous, Johnny Johnny. He's Alpha, the beginning of everything. He's Gotham's most famous criminal mastermind, the nameless Victoria Tor Don Corleone. He brought the most evil blood curse to Gotham. From now on, only stinky venom flows in the blood vessels of this city, and it has become a hotbed of mental patients. The myth he created has not been broken so far. Even I would kiss the back of his hand in front of him, and sigh myself."

Johnny raised his eyebrows. He didn't understand what is so outstanding about a person who spent most of his life in Blackgate Prison. Judging from that resume, the man who was praised by the clown as the "Godfather of Crime" is completely out of date. the punks.He took/drugs, went whoring/whoring, stole, robbed, killed innocent people indiscriminately... There is nothing worthy of praise, the only thing that was the most prominent and sent him to prison was in a dark alley, Shot a couple just out of a movie theater.

"Joe Chell." The clown put the information bag on the table, looked at the old man lying on the hospital bed, "Are you the robber who killed the Waynes?"

Joe Chell is getting old.The whole of Gotham knows that Blackgate Prison is a terrible place, and its cruelty may be even worse than Arkham Asylum, because Arkham Asylum has strict management system and relatively warm medical care, even the most vicious criminals will not Often seen in gathering places for ordinary prisoners.There are only violent guards and scum who love to bully other prisoners in Blackgate Prison.Prison guards love to break the legs of people who don't like it or take them to solitary confinement, and prisoners love to sodomize other people.More than ten years of bullying, bullying, and suffering from liver cancer have left Joe Chell with gray temples, broken bones, and cloudy eyes.His skin was covered with age spots, saggy like melted wax, dripping from the high, prominent cheekbones.

On paper he is only in his 50s, but in real he is as old as 80.

The clown shook his head in disappointment. Johnny couldn't see what he was missing. Could it be that the old man in front of him was not the person he was looking for?

"I'm disappointed, Johnny Johnny. He's no longer the legendary criminal he once was, the beginning of the legend that shaped everything. He's not in him - his soul is dead, and there's only an aging body here. It's a piece of rotten flesh." The clown shook his head, the light in his green eyes dimmed, and turned into a kind of hatred, as if he saw the old man take Joe Chell away with his own eyes, "Take him away. Yes, Bane is being held here?"

"Yes, it seems to be in the bottom zone."

During the Penguin regime, the infrastructure of Blackgate Prison and Arkham Asylum was severely damaged. Arkham Asylum even collapsed half of the building, and the bridge leading to Gotham was blown up by the Penguin regime. It’s a bit funny to say Well, the reason Penguin did this was to isolate Arkham Island from the rest of the world, so that he could exile his political enemies to this isolated island.There is no way out, so Batman can only imprison Bane in the Black Gate Prison. Fortunately, the equipment for detaining felons can still be used.

"I'm going to see Bane. You take him away."

"Yes."

The clown pulled out the revolver/gun engraved with a golden rose from his waist, and filled the magazine with brass bullets one by one. The golden bullets reflected golden light in the sun, like Jack's eyes.There was fine dust floating in the air, and he walked slowly through the corridor alone, the wind and the sunlight falling from a high place stretched his shadow, falling like a black long sword on the snow-white wall full of stains.

The hoarse sound of the machine running came from far away, with the crisp sound of metal machinery colliding. The clown walked to the cell, pushed open the metal fence door, and looked up at Bain.This man, as strong and tall as a lion and a beast, was taller than the clown, his muscles bulged like a balloon, and the veins bulged between his skin and flesh.He was once the most ruthless and iron-fisted ruler of the city, but now he is firmly chained to the wall with heavy and strong chains, like Prometheus stealing fire.

Bain raised his head slightly, looking at the man standing in the light.The clown approached him with a blank expression on his face, as if he had heard a bad joke. He hit Bane's face with a heavy ebony gun butt, and blood was seen immediately: "Good morning, male orangutan. Time is limited, so I will make a long story short. I gave you more than two years and you did nothing."

"Joker..." Bain spat out the broken teeth in his mouth, taking a mouthful of thick blood.

"You failed to be Batman's worst enemy, you captured the butler, the man he saw as his father, only broke his tailbone, and put the butler back like a coward. You are Don't you think this is funny? You should kill the butler, cut him into 48 pieces, put them in a gift box and tie them with beautiful ribbons, and give them to Batman in two days, but you didn't! You interrupted the butler's tailbone It wasn't even live for Batman at the time! Don't you know what a chance it is? Ever since his parents died, hurting the one he sees as his father is the only way to cause him pain and you're letting it go Slip away!" The clown growled expressionlessly. He took off his white gloves and threw them on Bane's face. "Thanks to you, they brought me back, because Batman can't live without me. Bane, You made me face a boring Gotham, Gotham fucked by your strong woman, it's not funny at all!"

Bane didn't answer, he pulled the bolt, and suddenly a familiar voice came from behind: "You can't kill him, clown."

The clown turned his head, and a black figure suddenly fell from a high place, like a crow soaked in rain, and fell on the clown, kicking his gun away.The clown's eyes were blackened by the powerful impact, he forced his Adam's apple to spit out a mouthful of blood, turned his wrist, and a sharp knife popped out from his sleeve, aiming at Batman's arm.At this moment, he laughed out, the crimson upturned smile was ferocious and terrifying, and he yelled at Batman: "Do you really want to bother me at this time?"

Batman's battle armor was painted with white marks by his sharp knife. Seeing that the knife could not penetrate, the clown suddenly exerted force on his waist, knocked Batman aside, grabbed the corsage worn by Qian Xing, and saw his chest A puff of light green smoke spewed out from the flower, and it all fell on the lower half of Batman's unmasked face.Taking advantage of the gap when the opponent covered his face with the cloak to avoid inhaling the laughing gas, the clown smiled slyly and grabbed the pistol that was kicked aside.

He didn't shoot in Bane's cell, which was so cramped that he risked hurting himself by ricocheting back.The terrain was unfavorable, so he rushed out of the cell, trying to disappear by stepping on the smoke.But before he could take a few steps, he was kicked firmly on the back by the rushing Batman. The impact caused him to stagger and fall to the corner, kicking up a cloud of dust, his forehead pressed against the cold wall.

"You've slowed down." The clown smiled and breathed in, "...you were never like this before, at least you know how to guard against my corsage."

"You took advantage of my guilt for Jack." Batman grabbed his collar, "You know I will forgive you for Jack disappearing, so you dare to go to the rooftop to talk to me alone. And you put Jason is in my hand, I dare not do anything to you, if I really do something to you, Jason will just disappear forever."

"Batman, you weren't so verbose before... It's useless for you to explain ten thousand words to me, you just don't want to kill me." The clown spat bloody saliva, "Jason and Jack , you want to save both of them. Greedy bat, I won’t let you play like this.”

Batman paused: "Jack may come back, I don't want to give up on him."

"You are a bit of a friend, can I say that I am surprised? But you will only focus on one thing and lose another. This is the rule of the game: if you want to save one person, you must give up the other. If you insist on meaningless chivalry, both You can't save anyone personally. If I were you, I'd pick Jason, he's your family after all. It's better to have your friends hate you than your family to hate you, oh, maybe he's not your friend?"

"I must try."

"Oh, really? Batman, for the sake of your conscience, I'll tell you what I want to do - I put a bomb on Jason, and the switch of the bomb is on Joe Che Cher." The clown gasped for a few breaths, and then under Batman's gaze, continued: "Once Joe Cher's heart stops beating, your little red bird will be blown to pieces. In order not to Will lose family again, you have to protect the murderer who took your parents' life, how about, is this game interesting enough?"