[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Jack, with his golden eyes, is not a bad guy.

He's spent most of the past two years in Arkham Asylum, and while he's still not as quiet as a normal person, at least he's not as loud as the Joker.Occasionally he does something bad, like gambling, cheating, wounding guards, forging checks and documents, intimidating chefs, destroying the infrastructure of madhouses, robbing convenience stores, scribbling on walls...but mostly it happens for a reason, Bat Xia seldom blamed him. Jack was like a cat that couldn't be kept. He pushed a few bottles to the ground and listened.

As the self in that unjust world said,? His tolerance for Jack even surpassed his Robin.Batman doesn't think it's his fault. For a psychopath who runs around the street with dynamite for nothing, it's progress to be able to sit on a chair and peel bananas.Jack is a weak mental patient. It is impossible to fight the clown alone. He needs support, trust and affirmation from others. Batman has always given Jack these intentionally, whether it is true or false.

He knew very well how Jack saw him,? Those golden pupils looked at others and looked at him completely differently,? It said: You are my only friend.

Now the clown has sour green eyes,? Unlike Jack,? His eyes only have crazy colors,? Like rapidly spinning multicolored swirls.Batman reads surprise in his pupils,? No fear mixed in,? Just a pure and terrifying excitement and joy, not even a rabid dog could be happier.He held on to Batman's arm tightly, as if Batman couldn't help it a little bit harder, a little bit harder? It would be best if his spine was pinched to pieces.

But Batman let go.

"Why don't you still dare?" The clown screamed while clutching his collar in disappointment, his eyes were completely red, like a beast driven to a corner.And Batman was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he punched him hard with his backhand, knocking his head to one side, and sticky blood slipped out of the nose and the corners of his mouth.He took out the handcuffs from the universal belt, grabbed the clown's wrist with his backhand, and handcuffed him to the railing of the wire bridge.

"What are you doing... where are you going?"

Batman ignored his roar, turned around, walked to the stairs, and rushed straight down.The clown shook his head before he realized that he was going to find Jason.

The heavy safe fell from a height, and a hole was made in the bottom of the waste liquid bucket. The scalding chemical liquid dripped from the hole, forming a bright green waterfall.Batman rushed to the vicinity of the safe at the fastest speed. The broken safe door was already deformed. The waste liquid is washed away.

"Jason!" Batman shouted. He felt that it was not the safe that was broken, but his own heart. He rushed forward frantically and pushed away the burning steel fragments, regardless of the severe pain caused by the burning.

As if it was a miracle of the last gift from the gods, Jason was still alive, and Batman carefully carried him out, like holding a precious but cracked glass vessel, for fear that with a single movement, he would be completely shattered and could no longer be glued together .But this is just self-deception, Jason's green eyes are unprecedentedly bright, like exquisite crystals, reflecting a clear luster, but all the bones in his body are broken, the white bone stubble pierces the flesh, and a large amount of blood flows silently. The boy's body flowed out, and it was the first time he knew that there was so much blood in a person's body.

"B-Russ..." Jason still had the strength to lift the only arm that was not broken, and stroked Batman's face. The arm was trembling, "You...don't be sad..."

He knew—everyone could see that Batman was an impenetrable hero, only Jason could see the childlike fear and tears on his face through his mask.

"Shut up, I'll stop the bleeding!" Batman put him on the ground and pressed a bandage on his chest, but it was unsuccessful. Jason's ribs were all shattered, and a bloody pit was formed when he pressed it.

"Don't lie to yourself, Bruce. I can't live." Jason smiled. When he was dying, he had a million reasons to blame, but when it came to his mouth, there was only one thought left, which was to make the child in front of him feel the same way. The man was no longer afraid, he said: "I don't hate you, and you don't hate yourself either. Bruce... the day I met you was the best day in my life."

After finishing speaking, his arm slid down, and under the broken ribs, the heart that was honed by the world, but still kind, innocent, full of warmth, and noble heart slowly stopped beating.I think he can persevere until now, just because of the belief in saying this sentence.In the arms of Batman, the black and red Robin gradually lost its vitality, like thin ice and snow melting in a raging fire.

A wave of grief and despair shattered Batman like a bullet in the face.Nearly 20 years later, he lost his family again.

"Sorry to disturb your parent-child time." A series of deformed sneers came from behind, "But Batman, we still have a good time!"

Batman hugged Jason's body, unable to make any major movements, a dagger pierced deeply into his shoulder, and blood gushed out.

The clown stood behind him, breathing rapidly, snake-like blue-gray blood vessels crawled on the exposed skin, if it wasn't for the barely complete face, he would look like a crazy monster.He wheezed and laughed, shaking his bloody wrist, the blood loss made him barely able to lift one arm to his shoulders.Fragments of the handcuffs lodged deep in his veins, and he used self-mutilation to break free, at the cost of severe bleeding.A short knife slipped out from the cuff, turned a few times in the palm, the sharp blade reflected a snow-white light.

"Now do you see how your kid died, bat? If that's not enough, then I'll find someone else! Going to get Barbara's leg, brainwash Grayson to fly, or shoot your most respected housekeeper ?! Even if I can't do it, they will always have children, and you will never be able to protect everyone." The clown growled through gritted teeth, and no one expected that the emotions of the two of them would turn around. Batman who lost his family was even more excited, as if he had suffered a great shame for not being strangled to death by him just now, "How many opportunities have you ruined by your pointless persistence and high morality? You could have saved more by killing those criminals." but you don't! There are no great heroes, you've always been a child standing next to your parents! Those who were killed by me, Scarecrow, Two-Face, Killer Crocodile, Riddler, Poison Ivy, they There are also parents, wives and children, all because of you! If you killed me from the beginning..."

Batman gasped weakly: "Then there would be no Jack!"

For a moment, the clown's green eyes seemed to go out for a moment, like a light bulb with unstable voltage, but then turned on quickly, so fast that people thought it was an illusion: "Bat, Jack was just an accident. This is what I want you I know, the real me. I'm not going to be friends with you, I'm not going to help you with the kids, I'm just going to laugh at you, all of you. I'm going to laugh out loud at the biggest joke you've ever seen Sisyphus, who pushed the stone on the Mobius ring, actually felt that life had meaning, and that everything he did mattered!"

He held up the sharp knife and rushed up, riding on Batman, with his knees stuck around his neck, laughing loudly at him, the laughter was so ugly that he was crying: "How long do you think I can live? 15 minutes. My dearest My friend, we only have 15 minutes left to spend together, and you only have 15 minutes to take revenge! If you continue to insist on meaningless principles, you will have no face in this life to go to the grave of the little red bird, why don't you do it? You are only A bunch of things crazier than me, why do you think you are so much greater than me? Batman, I'm not joking, you are. This can all be funnier!"

Batman raised his neck and breathed hard: "I know what you want to do... If I really kill you, you will put Jack back in the second before dying, and let him watch himself die because of me... You want me to witness everything, and then force me to admit: I can't save anyone!"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..." The clown laughed intermittently, "It's disgusting how much you know me, Bat, that's why I hate you. It's too bad, the good times are always so short, this Everything is coming to an end!"

Just as his knife was about to fall and pierce Batman's heart, there was a sudden distant gunshot, and the bullet hit the Joker's right temple, splashing out a bloody flower.The Joker's right eye was blinded, and there was only a mass of rotten flesh in the eye socket, as if his spine had been taken away in an instant, he staggered off Batman's body and fell to the ground.The snow-white body seemed to be shattered, and streams of red blood overflowed, far less than Batman imagined—he was able to cope with this final battle alive and well, relying on the support of a large amount of venom.Now he has very little blood in his body.

No one dared to inject such a large amount of venom into the bone marrow, unless he wanted to die.Obviously the clown had no intention of walking out of the chemical plant alive.

The two looked in the direction of the bullet. Joe Chell was holding the left/wheel/hand/gun that was lifted to his feet, with a puff of gunpowder smoke coming out of the muzzle.This moment suddenly coincided with the crime alley many years ago. The only difference was that after the shooting, Joe Chell knelt down tremblingly and leaned on the railing. ,sorry……"

The clown was lying on his back on the ground, his consciousness was still awake, he turned his left eye, looked at Batman, smiled and said: "I missed the chance of revenge, Bat, do you have anything to say in the end? "

It's strange that the dying person asks the living person what they want to say, as if it is not they who should leave the last words, but the other person.

Batman didn't speak.

"You...you really have no sense of humor, you should laugh at me for being a big shot in Gotham, but I was killed by a nameless thief..." The clown looked at the ceiling and murmured, "Forget it, it's all the same. "

"Any last words?" Batman knows he's only flashing light because he's spitting blood as he speaks.

"Would you put Mickey Mouse on the big obituary I hang in the middle of the city? Or would you put my urn next to Marilyn Monroe? Or make my grave a famous Gotham attraction, every memorial day Just send a group of strippers/girls to dance on the head of the grave?" The clown folded his hands and put them on his chest, as if he was lying in a coffin now.

"Neither. You'll just have an ordinary grave."

"On the tombstone it says 'Jack Napier, my esteemed friend lies buried'?"

Batman didn't speak, apparently acquiescing, he didn't even intend to erect a tombstone for the Joker.

After a moment of silence, the clown suddenly laughed: "Bat, tell me, what if the Messiah becomes hard when he is crucified?"

Batman was taken aback by the sudden joke, and before he could answer, he found that the Joker's expression had froze on his face.At the end of his life, his last words turned out to be a nonsensical joke, which has nothing to do with Batman, the Joker and Jack. The only effect is that Messiah will probably throw him to a deeper place in hell after hearing this joke go.

he died.

Holding Jason's body, Batman took out a handkerchief from his belt and covered the Joker's face.This is for Jack.The clown died quietly, with his eyes closed, his final expression was extremely serene, with a serene smile on the corner of his mouth, without that exaggerated and twisted smile, at this moment he looked no different from Jack.It was Jack, not the Joker, who made Batman think he was dead.

No, this is not an illusion.The Joker is dead, and Jack is gone.

Batman suddenly recalled the wind blowing through the reception room a few years ago, and the brass bullet on the table. The sun shone on that small bullet, and the reflected light was also broken gold.

His head started to hurt, maybe it was because the chemical plant was too big, the clown's laughter was still echoing, he felt that if there was any substance in that laughter, it bumped into walls deep in his brain, laughing at him indefinitely.In just a week or so, his child died, and the people he counted as friends left.He wanted to save two people, but he couldn't save either Jack or Jason.

A deep, deep tiredness welled up and hollowed out his entire spine, and a thought suddenly came to him: I don't want to be Batman anymore.