[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

In Gotham City, there is a horror nursery rhyme: "Beware of the court of owls, always watch your travels. Peep Gotham City from the dark, hide in the attic with low walls. He is with you at home, and he is also in your bed and bed." Don't mention his name, the sharp claws will come to find you."

This court of owls is the villain organization that debuted in "New 52 Batman".Composed of a group of famous families with a long history,? They call themselves the rulers of the dark,? Everything that happens in Gotham can't be hidden from their eyes.The court of owls adopted gifted orphans everywhere, and transformed them into claws with amber gold and degraded Dionysian factor.

Talon is a cold-blooded killer loyal to the court. It has a nearly eternal life in the training cabin. It can sleep for hundreds of years without aging. After being awakened from the training cabin, the claw can have a super strong Combat power,? And abnormal recovery ability,? Even resurrected after death to continue fighting.But this superhuman state is doomed to be unable to last forever. The life of the claws begins to count down from the moment they leave the training cabin. If they cannot return to the training cabin in time,? They cannot survive for too long, and the low temperature can also stop them from moving.

Incidentally, the first Robin Dick Grayson,? If not adopted by Batman, will also become the claws cultivated by the court of owls. "Dark Multiverse: Silence" is a parallel world where Dick becomes a claw.

Anyway, Jack can't understand why the big organizations in European and American works always like to engage in superhumans. Wouldn't it be nice if you have that spare money to sell more arms? Isn't the tyrant finally shot to death by Leon with a (infinite bullet) bazooka.

Walking the claw line of the court of owls, not only will there be no sequelae of Lazarus pool, but also strengthen the body and heal the pain.There is another factor that Jack needs amber gold. Although the Dionysus factor revived him, it will not give him a healthy body. He estimates his current physical condition, which is probably similar to that before the injection terminated the procedure. Out of psychotropic drug toxins.The amber gold used to make sharp claws has the functions of healing wounds and prolonging life. He needs it to clean up these legacy in his body.

However, the court of owls has sharp claws, and it will not be easy to snatch the amber gold from them, and he must be prepared.

Batman, Bruce Wayne's grandfather, Alan Wayne, was once mistaken for a mental illness, he talked nonsense during his mental illness, and finally accidentally fell into the sewer to die, but he actually died in the court of owls assassination.

Jack found the old autopsy report from the police station archives without much effort, and successfully found the clue he wanted in this report: Alan Wayne's mouth, nose and nails contained a small amount of lime, This is unusual because Gotham City's sewers are made of granite.

Meanwhile, Jack investigates the foundation in the name of Alan Wayne, which is still operating today, nearly a century after Alan's death, though nominally the Young Architects Support Foundation.It funded the construction of about [-] buildings, large and small, in Gotham. The interval between each large-scale construction is about ten years, and the most recent one was seven years ago.Apparently, the Court of Owls uses the Allen Foundation as a fig leaf, setting up hard-to-find mezzanines in all the buildings it invests in as meeting places.This reminded Jack of the habits of owls. This kind of bird never builds its own nest. It always appears in people's homes quietly, occupying the abandoned nests of other birds to breed its offspring.

Jack bit the small flashlight and climbed down the sewer. In order to deal with the claws, he could no longer wear the Moriarty suit that reduced combat power, but changed to the deadly joke.Holding a map of the sewer pipeline funded by Allen Wayne, he walked slowly along the established route.Although the Owl Court built more than 20 buildings, their headquarters is still underground in Gotham City. Combining the sewer map with the geographical research report of the year, you will find some extremely interesting phenomena, that is, the sewer seems to be bypassing something. .

Center of the Court of Owls.

Jack quietly turned a few corners, banging metal on the wall as he walked, until he finally heard a faint difference on the granite wall.At this moment, he turned around suddenly, looked at the foul-smelling sewage flowing behind him, and the darkness covered by the wall, and said softly, "So you really exist."

No one responded to him.Like a solo actor standing on a stage, he dutifully says to the seemingly empty shadows: "'Beware of the court of owls, watch your travels at all times', I thought it was just a boring urban legend. Don't stand Come on, come out, I can hear your heartbeat."

The darkness was silent, and finally squirmed a few times, as if ink was flowing.A tall strange man came out from the shadows. On his head was a dark, hood-like thing. There were two round golden lenses for the eyes, and there were ear feathers similar to eagle owls on his forehead. The chest, arms, thighs and other vital parts are covered with beautiful metal armor, and the man's forearm-length double swords are carried on his back.In the darkness, those two golden round glasses were as bright as two suns, staring at Jack coldly.

claws.

"Relax, I'm not here to make trouble, I just want to make a deal with you." Jack gestured. Compared with the fully armed claws, he, who only wore a uniform, was as weak as a dish, " I didn't bring a gun, that's my sincerity."

Claw looked at him for a while before opening his mouth, his voice was hoarse and distorted: "The Court of Owls does not have the word 'deal', and my great court will always be hidden behind history. Clown, the Court of Owls will sentence you—to death!"

Really bad.It's another kind of guy who only accepts death and doesn't know how to adapt.

Jack sighed, and the sharp knife slipped out of his sleeve.

The two jumped up almost at the same time, and slammed into each other hard, like deer fighting, the dull sound of the collision of guns mixed with the crisp sound of swords colliding.They were separated as soon as they touched, and the sharp claw lowered his head, only a light white mark was cut on the armor on his chest, and he looked up at Jack again, a long line was cut on the shoulder of the man in the neat suit. The long cut stretched from the collarbone all the way to the top of the biceps, and blood gushed out, dyeing the purple dress red.But under the disadvantage, Jack suddenly laughed, the corners of his mouth curved up sharply, turning into a crimson waning moon, as strange as wearing a mask.

"What are you laughing at?" Talon couldn't help asking.

Jack still had that weird smile on his face: "Thank you."

"what?"

"The moment we fought, I knew it: you are not alive. Your court pulled you out of your coffin. This is not resurrection from the dead. You are just a moving zombie. You can talk, pant, cry, and Lol, you're human, but you're a bad guy through and through. I thank you for that—" Jack let out a long breath, golden eyes sparkling with pure joy, childlike joy, " ——I stabbed you with a knife and realized that I have been looking forward to this day for a long, long time."

compressed biscuits.flashlight.Portable drinking bottle.Bane's Venom.Clown laughing gas.The Mad Hatter's brain chip.Pollen from Poison Ivy.Talon knife.Batman's cord gun.Nano Body Armor from Wayne Corporation.

There is also a branch that can be seen everywhere.

maze.The Maze of the Court of Owls.Labyrinth of the Minotaur.

In the maze of the court of owls, Jack has been walking for seven days.

"... After he finished speaking, he urged his horse forward. The servant Sancho shouted and told him that he must be attacking the windmill, not the giant. But he ignored it completely, and he could no longer hear the servant Sancho's shout, thinking that it was the giant , I didn't see what it was when I got to the windmill, but I just shouted loudly "Jack walked forward slowly leaning on a branch as a crutch, and muttered in his mouth: "...'Don't run away, you daredevils! Little rascals! You are attacked by knights alone.' Then there was a little wind, and the wings of the windmill began to turn..." (from "Don Quixote")

Seven days and nights, seven full days and nights.

After defeating Talon in the sewer, he blasted the granite of the sewer with a gel bomb, and what he saw before him was a huge maze. The rope hook gun couldn't find a fulcrum, and he couldn't climb to the top of the wall to find his way.The maze is as clean as a poor man’s pocket. There is no food or water source, not even a mouse that can be caught and eaten. The only water source is consumed on the third day after entering the maze. In the case of extreme water shortage, Eating compressed biscuits became a pure torture, and the sharp pain caused by the dry and hard biscuits passing through the dry throat was like eating a sharp blade.

Worst of all is no sleep.

Jack didn't dare to sleep, and the claws hid in the depths of the maze, waiting for him to close his eyes all the time. Once he fell asleep, the claws pounced on him like a beast, tearing his neck open.From the fourth day on, Jack had to use the pain to force himself to stay awake. He cut knife after knife on his thigh and arm. There will be no pain when the root is inserted.He had to use another method, which was to recite the entire passage of "Don Quixote" to force the coherence of the story, so that he could maintain a relatively complete logical thinking.Under such extreme exhaustion, he was completely in a hazy state of half asleep and half awake. The reason why he was still standing was probably due to inertia, or he had already fallen asleep standing up.

can't stop.

"...'Even if you have more hands than Briarius, you cannot escape my punishment'. He also piously asked his Lady Dulcinea to bless him..."

Continue to carry.

"After he finished speaking, he put on his chest protector, held his spear tightly...flying, galloping forward...to the first windmill in front. The spear pierced the windmill's wings..."

Keep going.

"But the wind blew the wings of the windmill, broke the spear into several pieces, and fell the horse and the knight heavily..." Jack paused, licking his chapped lips, "fall...fall, fall... ..."

Where did you fall?

Jack took a heavy breath, he knew that his consciousness was gradually blurring, the maze was too big, most of the area was shrouded in darkness, and the only place with light was the end point.After walking through countless dead ends, he is very close, but he can't approach it rashly, because the claw is definitely waiting there, he must hide himself in the dark, only the dark is the only safe place in the maze place.He took out the knife again, and scratched his arm twice, but didn't feel any pain, as if the nerves had been disconnected, and his body gradually turned into a puppet that would bleed. He stuffed his fingers into the wound on his shoulder, The fingertips rubbed against the eversioned flesh, and the blood and flesh that had been torn apart were like cotton wool stuffed in a plush toy.

Even though he was hiding in the darkness, his eyes were flickering, black and white. Every time he opened or closed his eyes, it was like crossing the river Styx, crossing the boundary between life and death.

Sometimes he has the illusion that he is walking on the endless wasteland, and there is only a black and white skyline on the horizon, the snow-white land below, and the dark sky above, such a vast land, he can't even see the phantom, it is presented in front of him There are only blanks, blanks, and blanks.It seemed a long, long time before he realized that the void was nothing but the disillusionment of death.

The world was spinning, and he was lying on the ground, as if being stared at by Medusa. It was really an unbearable disaster.His legs and hands could not move at all.There seemed to be highly poisonous laughing gas all over the surroundings, and even breathing would make the diaphragm throbbing, and there was no sound at all.He fell on the ground, feeling like a moth that landed on the ground. After the residual heat from the burning wings had cooled down, only a handful of cold ashes remained.

When the heart was pumping quietly in the dark, so quiet that even the sound of blood vessels could be heard, Jack felt the suffering of God.He saw that the loving Son was nailed to the cross, his eyes were so soft and compassionate...

1000 years ago, an overly loving man came to the world, so the world opened up, and this world has the gospel of saving the world.From then on, the world is heaven.The world is hell.The world is the world.

Why do you want to do this?God asked him.

Yeah, why do you want to do that?

Jack's eyes dimmed. He should have gone back to Arkham, living in warmth and safety, instead of standing here, crawling like a reptile, covered in bruises.Jason is not his friend, he is just a "familiar kid" in Jack's heart, he is an unlucky guy who was forcibly tied up with the clown, and he does not have to take full responsibility for the other's death.He also knew that Batman wouldn't be so harsh on him, wouldn't blame him for what the Joker had done, that Jason, Batman, and he were victims of the Joker.They are all.

But, Lord, did you know, Lord, did you know...

In fact, I was also very panicked. No one knew whether amber gold was useful or not, and I didn't know how to save him.I am not the Messiah, I cannot turn blood and flesh into bread and wine, I also have the limit of my ability, I may not be able to do anything.But I have to resurrect him, not to save him, no one can say "save others" without authorization, that is a kind of arrogance.All that I have done, all the pain I have endured, my progress, my will, my exhaustion and prayer, are for myself.To save my soul.

To spare me pain, for self-satisfaction, for senseless heroism.For the damn guilt.In order to save my only friend.In order not to make oneself degenerate, humble, and flow into darkness.

...so that I can live.