[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Batman didn't believe the Joker's words.

He knew that this man was different from Jack.The clown is full of nonsense,? He always talks about philosophies that he doesn't believe in, and uses a dexterous tongue to make a thousand sets of fallacies plausible. Thinking along the clown's logic will only make Batman feel sick,? He said: "What do you want to do? ,clown?"

A series of sneers came out of the clown's throat: "Don't pretend to be stupid,? Bat, you know I don't live long,? With just one injection, it's a miracle that I can stand here."

Batman was silent. No one knew better than him the harm caused by the termination of the procedure. According to his original estimation of the toxic side effects of the drug, after Jack's personality disappeared, liver and kidney failure would not allow the Joker to survive for too long.

"You could have gone to therapy so Jack would have survived," he said.

"Bat,? You know that's impossible. I never think about Jack,? Just like you. Jack represents reconciliation,? He's a fool you tricked into flashlight light, so there's no Jack between us." The clown burst out laughing, like the host of a funny show at midnight, "The reason why I am still standing here? There is only one purpose,? That is, I want to have more meaning to you."

"More meaning?"

"That's right, me. Now I,? For you,? It's a devil,? A villain,? An undefined, unnamed mess. None of this is enough, not enough. I need to be more important, I mean more to you than anyone else, including your birds, your housekeeper, your Parents—I want to be everything to you."

"So you wanted to kill Joe Chell?"

"At the very beginning, I thought about it, out of subtle jealousy. When I realized that no matter how hard I tried, your hatred for me and my meaning to you could never surpass this lucky little bastard. I could never be everything to you, but this guy easily did it because of two bullets." Leaning on the railing, the clown plunged the sharp dagger into Joe Chell's mouth, the blade against the corner of the cancer patient's mouth , as if about to draw a smiley face, "When I realized this, I was so angry that I lost my mind. He just came early. If I was born ten years earlier, I could do the same! But I am not angry now, because What I can't do, he can do. The clown doesn't have to be me, he can be the clown that really matters to you."

Batman looked at Joe Chell, who was suspended in mid-air, and then glanced at the steaming, green chemical waste liquid under his feet, and replied in a deep voice: "He's just an old man, and he's terminally ill, that's all. He cannot be your successor."

"Do you believe that taking a bath in that bucket of waste down there can bring him back to life? Believe me, I'm quite experienced in this area." The clown shrugged exaggeratedly, throwing away the knife covered in saliva, "Are you afraid What? Batman, look at this guy sitting here, he killed your parents, do you still have sympathy for him?"

"He repented." Batman waved the letter written by Joe Chell, "He repented to me for what happened back then, and I can't let him be killed by you."

"Come on, Bat, listen to the confession of a guy who regrets only when he has a terminal illness? He is afraid that he will be sent to hell after he dies."

"No, I asked. Joe Chell didn't start to confess after he was diagnosed. He started writing to me a long time ago, but none of them were sent." Batman looked at the suspense In the eyes of the old man in the middle of the sky, there are a pair of cloudy blue pupils. These timid eyes took away his parents in the smoke of gunpowder many years ago, and at this moment, they are covered with sincere remorse, apology and tears. He lowered his head, avoiding Joe Chell's gaze, and whispered, "He's reformed."

The clown sighed: "You will never forgive him anyway, so why ask me to let him go?"

He took out his windbreaker from his overcoat, lit a cigarette, and took out a new knife in his other hand, as if he didn't want to talk to Batman any more, and instead wanted to cut the rope hanging from Joe Chell, Bat Xia Xia saw the timing, pounced on him, and kicked him directly in the abdomen. The situation was urgent, and he didn't have the time to keep his hands. This kick firmly sent the clown flying upside down, and his back hit the iron fence heavily. Up, spit out a mouthful of blood.The windproof lighter also fell out of his hand, rolled on the ground a few times, and fell into the chemical waste liquid below.

A huge explosion sounded, and the barrel of waste liquid was flammable and explosive. Once it came into contact with the flames, it would burn like gasoline, and the scalding fireballs would be thrown everywhere by the explosion.Batman raised his cloak to prevent the sparks from splashing into his eyes, and stretched his long legs over the clown who was lying on the ground, unable to move, and turned to pull Joe Chell, who was tightly tied to the chair.

The flames were blazing, and the smoke mixed with chemical waste gas rushed towards the face. The hot man was crying and could barely open his eyes.The rope on Joe Cheer's body was tied too tightly, and his body was suspended in the air, so he was not able to use his strength. It was almost impossible to rescue Joe Cheer immediately. Seeing that the pillar of fire was about to spread to where they were, and the delay continued, I'm afraid they will be engulfed by the fire soon.Batman had to pull out his knife and cut the rope, grabbing Joe Chell in one hand and the Joker by the collar in the other, and sprinted away from the wire bridge they were standing on.

Almost at the next instant, the flames soared into the sky, engulfing the end of the wire bridge like a flaming tornado, and the high temperature melted the rusty wire into a ball of bright molten steel.The wire bridge gradually collapsed, and the molten debris fell into the green chemical waste, splashing one after another.

Batman put the Joker and Joe Cheer in a temporarily safe corner, and Joe Cheer tremblingly took off the cloth from his mouth, looking at him with fear and a little pleading.The eight-year-old child in memory has grown into a strong and tall adult man, and he has become a dark knight hovering over the city, named the ghost of justice.Joe Chell bowed his head deeply and said softly, "Are you trying to kill me?"

Batman didn't answer.

"I deserve it," Joe Chell said, looking like Judas waiting for Jesus to be judged. "I'm really sorry. I'm sorry. And, thank you for saving me... for saving me, a sinner."

Batman still didn't speak, he just glanced at Joe Chell, turned his head and ran to another wire bridge, where Jason lay.

He lunged at the kid in the red and black Robin uniform, trying to pick him up and take him away.Maybe it was because of the distance and the heavy smoke from the chemicals. When he was talking to the clown at the other end of the wire bridge, he couldn't take a closer look at this person.But the moment he touched this person, he knew something was wrong.This child was too light, too tall, and his exposed skin was white and smooth. He didn't look like a boy who was about to grow up at all. He lifted the other's messy black wig to reveal the face underneath.

Harry's face.

not jason...

...Where did Jason go?

and many more.

An ominous premonition climbed into his heart, wrapping around his spine like a cold snake.

Batman suddenly rolled aside with Harry in his arms, a sharp dagger almost brushed against his ear, and slammed to the ground.

The clown was panting, with a particularly terrifying expression.The walls of the blood vessels on the arms and neck protrude very obviously, and the blood vessels have turned iron gray, like dark snakes walking downstream of the pale skin.He was sweating layer by layer, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and the shirt on his chest was already stained red with blood. He sneered while vomiting blood, and approached him with a knife: "Is it interesting? Surprised?" You were not so weak in the past, he could see through my schemes at a glance, but you didn't see through. You really let me down, old friend!"

"Where's Jason?!" Batman yelled.

The clown didn't answer him, he stabbed Batman with a knife, Batman kicked him in the face, he fell to the ground, and wanted to get the pistol/gun at his waist, but was also kicked away by Batman who was quick-eyed and quick-handed , the delicate left/wheel/gun slid a few turns on the ground and rolled to Joe Chell's feet.Neither of the two paid attention to this detail. Batman rode on top of him, grabbed his neck, and shouted, "Joker, where's Jason?!"

Fear and anger prevented Batman from strictly controlling the strength in his hands. The clown felt that his neck would be cut off by the pair of iron-like hands, but he still showed a ferocious smile and used words to describe the murder of Bruce's parents. The bullet shot into Batman's heart again: "He was there just now, you cut the rope with your own hands, and watched him fall. Jason is in that safe."

Everything stands still.Batman felt that even if someone cut a hole in his skull and poured boiling mercury into it alive, it wouldn't hurt him so much.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the bucket of boiling chemical waste. He saw with his own eyes the fragments of the safe and the iron bridge fell into it.After many years, he once again felt the fear of losing his family. The tangible bullet took the lives of Thomas and Martha, while the invisible bullet completely shattered his heart.

"Is it funny, Bat? I ruined your city, made the citizens of Gotham no longer trust you and the order given by the government; I made you forgive Joe Chell in your heart, and then let you save the two people you hate the most , and watching Jason die in front of your eyes, you relive the nightmare of losing your family, and your happy family life is shattered again!" The clown laughed hysterically, the laughter was maniacal and triumphant, "I said, I want Mean more to you, I will mean more to you than anyone else. I must finish this work before I die, I want to be everything to you!"

He took a few breaths, held Batman's hand, his dark green eyes were as bright as will-o'-the-wisps: "Now, Bat, there is only one thing left to accomplish! Show me the courage of a little boy, as you did when you were eight years old!" What you want to do but haven't done! Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up... break my neck and kill me with your own hands!"