[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Metropolis, © Virginia Tech.

"What kind of courses did you choose?" Fergus sat in the big classroom, typing on his laptop, and complained to his friends in a low voice, ""Conic Sections, Riemannian Geometry, Ricci Flow and In Three-Dimensional Applications on Manifolds,? My God,? Such a long string of names,? How do we pass this kind of subject at the end of the semester?"

Although the school spirit of Virginia Tech is famous for its freedom, the school has given professors a lot of power space, but it is a bit too much for a subject that cannot fit in a line and has to hit enter twice, does the professor think that He is writing a thesis.

"Who made your alarm clock so bad? We slept together until 3:[-] p.m.? The classes to get grade points have already been chosen by others..." The friend whispered back.The two of them looked around. There were not many students in the big classroom, but there were three neat rows of seats in the front, and the seats in the back were sparse. Obviously, they were all unlucky ghosts who missed the class selection time like them.

While the two were talking, a thin gentleman walked in from the door.He has neatly combed short black hair, and wears a round broad-brimmed top hat. In the shadows cast by the deep eye sockets and the high bridge of the nose, two gentle azure pupils shone with clear light.He wears beautiful slender gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the shiny glasses chain hangs all the way to the back of his neck. He is dressed in a clean and neat black dress. It looks like a swift that accidentally flew into the classroom. The heel of the patent leather shoes Kick the ground,? Make a crisp rattling sound.

He hung the umbrella and coat on the hanger at the door, and brushed his hair that was soaked in the drizzle. It was a typical British face, and he looked a little gloomy and handsome.

After taking care of himself, he walked onto the podium, turned on his laptop, and said to everyone present: "Hello, everyone, I am the lecturer of this course, and my name is—" He picked up a black marker pen and wrote on the whiteboard. Write down a name: "Walter Siegel Richard, you can call me Mr. Siegel. Well, what's your problem now?"

Everyone looked at each other, and a boy in the back row stood up and shouted: "Mr. Sigel, are you interested in telling me how you killed Ms. Mary Ann Nicholas?"

Mary Ann Nicholas was the first victim of the London Ripper case in the nineteenth century, and the name of Walter Segal happened to be one of the suspects of the Ripper, a student of James Whistler. The artist has the same name.

Everyone present now understood the stalk, and they roared with laughter.

Mr. Siegel shrugged: "I saw that drunk lady in the alley, and I went up and stabbed her a dozen times with the letter opener my father gave me until she died."

"Can I call you Jack?"

"Call me." Sickert said in a serious and humorous tone unique to the British, "Anyway, people will always call me 'Jack' more than 'Sicker'."

"Mr. Ripper, who are you going to attack next?"

Siegel said darkly: "I want to kill a bad student who called a professor nicknamed him, which caused him to fail to get an A in that class, and his final grade point did not meet the standard, and he was dismissed by the school."

Everyone laughed again.Fergus also laughed. She looked at Mr. Siegel's face. Most of the men who served as professors were over thirty, but Mr. Siegel was as young as 24 years old, as if he had come out of the fog of the Victorian era. There is a faint scent of men's perfume on the body.Her tense expression finally relaxed, and she turned to her friend and said, "Your ability to choose courses is not bad."

two months later.

"...In fact, the measurement only contains the information of the spiritual order, the geodesic line and the connection are the first-order information, and all the measurements are equivalent to the standard Euclidean..."

Mr. Walter Siegel taught the students as usual, but at this moment, his mobile phone rang suddenly. He said sorry, but he didn't answer it. Instead, he saw the caller displayed on the mobile phone screen. Hanging up directly, for an instant, a rare look called "panic" appeared on his face, but he soon became as calm as usual.He quickly cleaned up the textbooks and computers, and said to the students present: "I'm sorry, I have to go back in a hurry. There are guests at home, so please dismiss this class first."

Without waiting for the student to answer, he walked out of the classroom and drove the Maybach back to a secluded two-story villa. He opened the door with the key, rushed directly into the basement, and opened a small hidden door in the corner.Behind the small door is a snow-white spiral staircase. He walked along the spiral staircase to the bottom, entered the room at the end of the long corridor, and shouted: "Don't move, don't make big movements, control your emotions, you are not paralyzed, just lying too After a long time, the muscles atrophy."

There was a faint beating sound from inside the breeding cabin, like an immature bird tapping the eggshell with its soft beak.Jack quickly unlocked the fingerprint lock, and the two cabin doors were folded and opened to both sides, protruding a puff of white water vapor. He stretched out his hand and carefully lifted the person lying in the amber gold. Coiled around him like a snake, the injection ports lined up neatly along the spine.Not trimmed for two months, Jason's hair has grown past his shoulder blades, and now it is wet against his cheeks, neck and most of his face.Jack pulled the syringe from his temple, brushed his long messy hair, and gestured to him: "Don't get excited, calm down. You're not paralyzed, you're not paralyzed. Come on, look at my hand, tell me, this How much is it?"

Jason's lips moved, and Jack put his ear on it, only to hear a voice as thin as a mosquito: "...one."

I can still make a sound, it seems that the muscles on the tongue are fine, but it’s too stiff after not using it for a long time: "Do you remember who you are?"

"Jay...Jay, Jie..." Jason seemed to wait for a while, and managed to smooth his tongue before saying, "You...why...B, Bruce..."

Although his speech is broken and his pronunciation is wrong, Jack still understands what he wants to say: Why are you here and not Bruce?

parental control.

Jack thought to himself, but didn't answer directly: "You memorize the alphabet and move your tongue, and restore your language ability as soon as possible. The current situation is a bit complicated, and I will explain it to you later."

He removed all the syringes from Jason's body and carried him out of the culture cabin, which was not difficult at all.He has been immobilized in the solution for three months, causing Jason's muscles to atrophy now, and his whole body is so thin that he is almost out of shape, and the outline of the bones can be felt through a thin layer of skin.It wasn't until now that Jack picked him up that he realized that the little red bird seemed to have grown a lot taller. The amber gold solution not only allowed his hair and nails to grow, but his bones were also stretched quite a bit. Now he is standing up There should be around 1m87.

He carried Jason out of the laboratory and returned to the warm second-floor villa. Then he put Jason in the bathtub, turned on the shower, and rolled up his sleeves to wash his hair.Jason looked at him, and was a little confused for a while. It's not like he hasn't seen Jack make up to look like a normal person, but the way this knives-wielding psychopath rubs the shampoo in his palm to make bubbles is too strange Now, like Batman dancing the hula dance, there is an incongruous incongruity between his actions now and the way he remembers them.In order to break this terrible sense of disobedience, he moved his stiff tongue: "Now, what... is it?"

Jack casually rubbed his hand full of bubbles on his head: "Oh, nothing major, which is—well, you've been asleep for about 40 years."

"...??!?"

"It's cruel to say this, but everyone you know—Joker, Jack, and Batman, they are all old and dead. In the confrontation between Batman and the Joker, you didn't die, you were only seriously injured, Bat He sealed you up with the low-temperature technology of Freeze Man and paid you a large amount of treatment fees. The expected time of sealing up is 100 years. But after his death, Wayne Group went bankrupt because of the bat bonds, and your right to belong There is a serious problem." Jack ran the train with his mouth full of enthusiasm, "You will think I am a bit like Jack, because the Joker is my father, Harley was pregnant before he died, and I was born in Arkham Asylum."

"……real?"

"Fake." Jack sneered, "Do you believe me?"

"..."

"The main reason is that the real situation is a bit complicated. You were blown to pieces by the clown. It was too troublesome to repair. I used the most economical method to create a new one, and then transplanted your brain into the new body." Jack He stroked his hair affectionately.

"new……?"

"Yeah, the inspiration from Lex, the combination of my DNA and Batman's..."

Jason was silent for a while, and Jack put his ear up again, and heard him say, "It's more than 30... Is it childish?"

"You are really meaningless, you should cooperate with me and cry for a while." Jack shrugged resentfully, "Well, in fact, you didn't sleep for long, and the clown didn't live for too long after killing you. I was shot dead by the thief who killed Batman's parents. After he died, I crawled out of the grave and used some ineffective methods to revive you. You soaked in the cultivation night for three months, I I thought you were going to have green hair or a moldy corpse, but you woke up anyway, God forbid. If you do have green hair, Batman can't kill me for $99."

Jason stopped talking again.Jack knew what he was sad about, it was nothing more than the fact that a patient with severe bat addiction didn't see Batman when he opened his eyes.

In the original DC, Jason's obsession with Batman is probably the heaviest among the four Robins.Although there are related funny stalks in the Young Justice League animation, in real terms, Batman's favorite Robin is not him, but Damian.Jason also said to Batman himself, "You didn't hit the clown as hard as I did", "You treat Damian as your son and us as Robin".

Of course, it's not that Batman doesn't love Jason, he loves all his children.It's just that Jason is the Robin who gives him the most headaches, and his feelings for Jason are also very tangled.He will feel sorry for the Red Hood, but he will also be angry at him for killing people.In Jack's view, Batman has emotional flaws due to the shadow of his childhood. The consequence of this flaw is that he will have a sense of clumsiness in dealing with his family members, and he will even avoid them unconsciously. He cannot handle them perfectly. Conflicting parent-child matters.

Alfred is still the eternal god. Without the glue of Alfred, the Bat family would have fallen apart long ago.

Jack withdrew his thoughts, and said to Jason, who was wet like a puppy in front of him: "Batman stopped being Batman because of you, and he didn't find a new Robin. Your death is a heavy blow to him. Probably not worse than the death of his parents. Well, one more thing."

He stood up, sighed, and said slowly in the afternoon sun, "I'm sorry, Jason. For what the clown did to you... I'm sorry I didn't stop him in time."