[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Gotham torrential rain.

"...a month ago, the news of the clown's death spread throughout Gotham, and everyone was rejoicing, but there were also discordant voices among them. Some citizens were bewitched by the clown,? Thinking that the clown is Gotham's 'enemy/ Christ', they believe that the high-level officials in Gotham City have been persecuting them for a long time, and the clown is a warrior who resisted but was secretly killed. His crimes are all stigmatization of him by the high-level. Active in the city,? Although the body of the clown is dead,? But the shadow of the clown has not dissipated from the high altitude of the city, but we believe,? In the not-too-distant future..."

The sweet voice of the announcer echoed in the small clinic. It was raining too much. In such a late night, surely no one would come. It is better to close the door early to avoid the rain from drifting in.The doctor closed the door and locked it casually, ready to go to bed after watching the last episode of "Girls Over Flowers", but at this moment, there was a knock on the door.The doctor frowned. He thought it might be the group of young hooligans who had nothing to do. They knocked on the door in the middle of the night to harass the young female doctor. Kind of low quality people dangling around.So she said lazily: "The door is closed, go to another place."

The knock on the door still didn't stop: "Open the door, doctor, I'm injured,? Need to be bandaged."

The doctor hesitated for a while, then walked to the gate, and looked out through the peephole.Standing outside the door was a tall man, wearing a royal blue raincoat with a hood covering most of his face.The doctor silently took a pistol from the entrance and put it in his waist. In this kind of place where the police rarely come to patrol, the first thing a young lady needs to learn is self-defense.After hiding the gun, she opened the door: "If you have no money, I will kill you."

After opening the door, she saw the specific appearance of the man outside the door. He had a dark overcoat under his raincoat, a head of brown-black hair that was too long like a homeless man, and a dirty travel bag in one hand. Hands—that is, those two hands, they are bloody and covered with scars, the wounds are deep enough to show bone, the nails are turned up, and the dark red flesh underneath is mixed with dark soil, grass leaves and wood thorns .Under her surprised gaze, the man smiled miserably: "You see, doctor, I really need a bandage."

"What did you do with your hands?" The doctor ushered him in, asked him to sit on a chair, and went to get medical equipment. The wound was so serious that it was not as simple as bandaging. He needed thorough debridement and sutures.

dig graves.

The man thought to himself, but he didn't say it, he just answered in a general way: "some...something worse."

This man is Jack.

He really didn't want to recall how he crawled out of the grave.Fortunately, the torrential rain and the loose soil in the past few days barely gave him a chance to breathe, otherwise he would have to suffocate to death in the coffin before digging the grave.

Batman spread a layer of lilies at the bottom of the coffin, but he would rather the rich guy in Gotham could be more vulgar, philistine, and buried with money instead of flowers that have rotted in a month. Jack endured the rotten smell After digging for a long time, I have to admit that the most valuable thing in this tomb is my mourning clothes.If it weren't for a poisonous ghost who happened to be passing by to rob him, he would have to sleep in the bridge hole tonight in such a state of desperation.

Now he looked extremely distressed, only a roll of 80 dollar bills in his pocket, and he threw those bags of drugs into the trash can.Hopefully the wad of bills is enough to cover medical bills.

The doctor took out the alcohol and cotton swabs, and carefully disinfected and debrided him. Jack lowered the brim of his hat, trying not to let his face fall into the eyes of the doctor. Now that he is a dead person, it is better not to reveal his identity as much as possible.

The clown announced his death a month and a half ago, and the huge obituary was published in the newspaper for a whole week. The reason why it was published for so long was that the citizens of Gotham could not believe that the devil was really dead, and the top government officials had to take turns to endorse it. It's not that it's too disrespectful to the dead and it's easy to cause panic. They even wanted to post photos of the dead body from various angles.After the news was confirmed, Gotham rejoiced at his death, and the champagne for the celebration sold out exceptionally well that week.

During the debridement period, Jack put the newly bought "Gotham City Daily Morning News" on his lap, and slowly opened it with his wrist that was not seriously injured. Shadow - No Sighting Reports of Batman So Far".

"Nearly two months ago, the Joker was pronounced dead. This was good news that was rejoicing until today, when we found out that Batman had disappeared with the death of the Joker, and both shadows that hung over Gotham were gone." Some people think that this is a good thing for Gotham, marking that the city of sin is finally on the right track, and some people are pessimistic that Batman has given up the city, and Gotham is not qualified to have a hero like Batman. Whatever the speculation, or it's just that Batman is on hiatus for a while, there's no question that we need Batman, and we need the bat light that lights up at night, it was our last hope. Waiting for our darkness Cavalier returns to Gotham loving him once again..."

Jack sighed with a headache, closed the paper, and tossed it aside.

Bruce Wayne isn't Batman anymore, he should have figured that out.

DC likes to deliberately create a sense of opposite and symmetrical fate between Batman and the clown. The clown is not "immortal" in every sense. In the non-main world of various black-label publications, there are many plots of the clown's death, and not every death will happen. Birth the next one.Generally speaking, if you want the Joker to die without bringing bad results, there is a way to do it, and that is to let Batman - not Bruce Wayne - die with the Joker.

In "Arkham Knight", Batman eliminated the clown in his heart, but soon Batman disappeared because of the knight's fall plan; in "The Return of the Dark Knight", the clown broke his neck, and Bruce Wayne also faked his death soon after; In "Batman: Cursed", the clown died at the beginning. After Batman and Constantine searched several times, he found that he was also a dead ghost; in "New 52 Batman", it was more direct, directly letting Batman and the clown die Resurrection together... The meaning that DC wants to express is simple and clear: Joker is one of Batman's destiny.

Perhaps the public's impression of Batman is cruelty, but Batman in the early days was not related to cruelty. The reason why he evolved into what he did later is that Barbara's paralysis and Jason's death were a major turning point.Batman came about because Bruce Wayne lost his family, and to attack his family is to force him to kill. Unfortunately, the Joker has done it more than once.After Jason's death, Batman once left the clown on the plane that was about to fall into the sea and ignored him, which was tantamount to letting the clown die. This is another form of Batman breaking the principle of not killing.

Oops... a little gross.

It's hard for Jack not to think about it. In the past, he and the clown didn't take the initiative to share memories, but now it's different. When he wakes up, it's the clown's memory fragments that flood his mind.

After waking up from the clown, kidnapping Jason with a black stick on his back, inciting the citizens of Gotham, and finally fighting Batman in the ACE chemical plant, this memory is very clearly imprinted in his mind. He clearly remembers the clown's arbitrary abuse Jason, he can even remember the shape of his torn hair, the scars and blood stains all over his body, and how Jason died in the end, the touch of blood, flesh, and the severe pain caused by the burning, the boy is full of pain The wailing, as well as Batman's faint sobs, are still lingering in his mind.These memories were so clear that he could even recall the warmth of Jason's blood on his arm.

Forget about the 8K Blu-ray 3D theater version, it is still the No.1 viewing angle.It felt like... Jack killed Jason with his own hands.

But it wasn't this that disgusted Jack the most, it was himself.

When thinking of this memory, the emotion that rushed to his face told him that seeing these pictures of hurting Jason, he felt a heartfelt joy without any impurities. The broken dogma no longer made sense, there was no Any bottom line can restrain him, like a slave who has never been free and finally broke free from the shackles.It's shameful to say that the first thought that popped into his mind was "Finally this step", followed by a blank, like a drug addict sent to the peak of happiness by injecting meth.

After the happiness gradually recedes, it is guilt, but it is too thin, and it seems to be dealt with politely.

Jack pressed his bandaged hand to his temple, ignoring the traces of blood seeping from under the bandage, he played the inhumane and bloody clip in a loop in his mind, hoping to arouse his guilt, but failed, he Had to stop the move as he found it to be pointless to his moral advancement and more like a cycle of inhaled drugs.

In a daze, Jack saw the clown sitting beside him, splitting the corner of his bright red mouth at him, and showing a terrifying smile.He put his arms around Jack's shoulders and said, "Don't wear the mask of Mr. Hao Hao, Jack, you all think that you are nobler than me, but ask your own heart, are you fundamentally different from me?"

Shut up.Jack said in his heart.

The doctor helped him debride, suture, stop the bleeding, and bandage the wound. He paid the medical bill with the money he had stolen, and then walked out of the clinic. He hesitated for a while. Bruce had just lost Jason, and even Batman was hit. He refused to do it anymore, he didn't know whether the other party would take his anger out on him or not, and whether he would like to see him.

But he finally fished out what few coins he had left and went to a public phone booth to make a call.He didn't know Batman's private number, so he had to ask Wayne Enterprises to transfer it. It had just arrived in the morning, and the operator lady of Wayne Enterprises hadn't gone to work yet, so his call was automatically transferred to the voice mail.He considered his words and said: "Hi, hello, please pass this recording to Bruce Wayne, I have something very important to tell him-Bruce, I am Jack Napier, although it is not easy to explain, but I'm still alive, just crawling out of the grave. I heard about Jason, and I... I'm sorry. But I can bring him back to life, please believe me. If you want to see me again, please come to Greece in three days North of Alfred Bridge, there's a café called the Vortex, where I wait from dusk until midnight."

I wish he could come.

As Jack thought to himself, he counted the few coins he had left. It was his breakfast money that he used to call just now.Not long ago, he laughed at the fact that Wayne’s family property was only 35 dollars, and Batman had to be supported by his old enemy. Who would have thought that Feng Shui would come to my house next year, and now he only has [-] dollars plus a little money left A fraction, it really is a good reincarnation.

But what he didn't know was that, as the largest company in Gotham, the Wayne Group received a lot of spam communications every day. In order to screen out useful information from the trash, Wayne Technology specially set up a checking mechanism for voicemails. The old public telephone booth used has long been designated as an invalid ip due to the long-term harassment of gangsters. His communication content will not be recorded in the voicemail at all, and naturally it will not be transferred to Bruce.