[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Want to lure Arkham Knight away? The Joker is a better bait than Batman.

Jack got into the narrow bathroom, faced the dirty mirror, quickly drew a bright red smile on his mouth,? He took off his black mourning clothes, and put on a purple overcoat, golden waistcoat and white silk shirt.Then he took off his top hat, revealing his black and green curly hair.After not taking care of him for such a long time, his hair has grown longer again, and the curly and soft hair is fluffy around his neck. He flicked it casually with his hands to ensure that Arkham Knight can clearly see his hair color.

Although his deadly sense of morality prevented him from ignoring Batman's life and death,? But he could hunt people,? He must never be caught,? If he was caught, it would be over.

A relatively favorable terrain must be created first.

Jack took out all the smoke bombs he had prepared, and threw them into the ventilation duct.The smoke will spread throughout the factory along with the ventilation ducts, and the characteristics of the Ripper title can help him better hide in the fog.Others don’t know his real existence is his greatest reliance. Given that the clown is dead, he is the easiest to portray himself as a ghost when he suddenly appears. Anyway, Gotham often has all kinds of incredible and scientifically unexplainable wonders , the sudden appearance of the ghost of a dead person is not a big deal.

"Strange, why is there smoke? Is something burned." On the first floor of the food processing factory, a militiaman pinched his nose and said.

Hearing this, Arkham Knight couldn't help but raised his head and looked around. The exhaust fans and ventilation ducts started running at some point, and the rumble of machines reverberated in the empty factory.There is really snow-white smog drifting away in the air,? And there is more and more,? It is getting thicker and thicker.Visibility is gradually declining, and people ten meters away are almost invisible, and most of the smoke is deposited from the first to the third floor, and it becomes thicker as it goes down, almost forming a smoke wall that blocks the line of sight on the lowest floor.

"No problem, it's a smoke bomb. Put on your breathing masks." He keenly caught the faint smell of sulfur trioxide, lowered his head and kicked Batman, and sneered: "The group of boy scouts you raised are working hard help you."

A dog leg put on a mask, looked up accidentally, his eyes stopped immediately, he vaguely saw a figure in the depths of the smoke, the figure seemed to sit on the railing for a while, stood up again, and walked slowly along the corridor Walking over, the footsteps are vain, like a wandering ghost.The iconic color scheme fell into his eyes, causing him to exclaim: "Look... look, look, look up! There's a man there!"

Arkham Knight looked along where his finger was pointing, and he saw a purple shadow walking across the tall building, with his back turned to him, seemingly wandering aimlessly, slowly passing through the entire corridor.Everyone involuntarily quieted down, all their eyes were focused on this once legendary criminal of Gotham, the feeling in their hearts was not surprise, but understanding, a sense of peace of mind when their boots hit the ground.The clown is back.Although Gotham City announced the death of the Joker a few months ago, many people always feel that he has become a part of Gotham. His ugly life is closely related to this city. Even after death, his soul is still in Gotham. Walking in the streets and alleys of the city, wandering endlessly.

"Joker, you're still alive..." the Arkham Knight whispered.

The figure seemed to have heard his call, turned his head slightly, and glanced at him.But his gaze didn't stay on him for long, he quickly turned back, and his figure gradually disappeared in the thicker and thicker fog.

"Look at the height on the third floor, go up and search." Arkham Knight gave the order to the militiamen, then turned his head and punched Batman hard, knocking Batman's head to one side, and vomited a mouthful of thick blood: " You let him live? Not only did you give the antidote to that heinous bastard, but you faked a death certificate and hid him just so he could live?! I knew it, Batman, you love to kiss that madman Intimate, you are really a natural pair, inseparable conjoined twins!"

Batman: "...?"

Arkham Knight made people look at Batman and rushed to the third floor.The third floor has been abandoned because the fence has been in disrepair for a long time. There is a "No Entry" bulletin board hanging on the iron door. A huge iron lock and finger-thick iron chain are hung on the door. Arkham Knight uses hydraulic shears to cut open Iron lock, open the door.The only thing that came into view was the rusty fence and the corridor full of rat droppings, all of which were covered with thick dust. I am afraid that no one has walked through this corridor for three years. The dust is intact and there is no damage. Mark of.

Strange, I just saw it...

Could it be a ghost?

Arkham Knight turned on the ultraviolet light, and soon found the clue: "The thread."

"what?"

"There are traces of a wire being strangled here. Someone pulled a wire between two pillars and walked over it." The Arkham knight pointed to the iron pillar on the side of the fence. Among the black and yellow rust, there was a circle Undetectable linear traces, the rust has been worn away, revealing the less severely oxidized pig iron underneath, just a thread as thin as a hair, the other party actually stepped on it, and walked steadily to the head: " It's not a ghost, it's someone pretending to be a ghost. They want to distract me and save Batman."

Is someone pretending to be a clown?

Probably not, the true identity of the Arkham Knight has not been revealed yet, and Batman and the others don't know about his grievances with the Joker, so naturally they wouldn't think of using the Joker to lure him away.The Joker himself is the only one who knows that Arkham Knight is Jason Todd, except for the death knell who took him away.Yes, the two met after Jason escaped. At that time, the clown's body was riddled with toxins from the Titans, and he could barely stand on crutches. Although he didn't see Jason put on the battle suit with his own eyes, he was sure It was very clear what Jason wanted to do, those devilish acid green eyes were always rolling in the pale sockets, revealing a sinister and sly smile.

Those eyes asked him: Honey boy, you hate Batman, don't you?

Jason looks back at him: Yeah, I hate him.

Good boy, of course you hate him.

16 is old.

The once-used name became a vicious metaphor of fate, like a chick falling from an overturned nest, he was snatched from Bruce's arms by the clown, and for the next two years, there was only one chair to move about.The new birdcage for him was dark, old, dirty, foul-smelling, cramped, like the devil scooped up a piece of hell, except for almost endless pain, nothing else.

Only occasionally, occasionally, when he was lying at the bottom of the birdcage, when he was about to die, a man would come in and hold him up with pale hands.As a reward for enduring such a long torture, he will give him a little cheap and insincere tenderness at the end of the tight pain, such as half a glass of water, a few sugars, a three-minute hug, and four hours of sleep.Only at this time, he can see the faint light and the temperature of the world.

It's ridiculous to say that it was such a malicious and gentle act that kept him alive, preventing him from having a nervous breakdown or a direct wound infection and dying in the basement of Arkham.Of course, there is a price for enjoying this warmth. The clown's fleeting care probably means that he will endure more cruel abuse in the future.

In the day-to-day torture, pain became a constant.

In the basement of Arkham Asylum, there was no day or night, and Jason began to forget the passage of time. He seemed to be a passenger floating on a riverboat, drifting slowly between life and death in the world.The black river water exudes an astonishingly rancid smell, converging into a viscous and slow turbid current. Countless hands support him, as if to lead him to the other shore, but the end of the road is an endless abyss, and he falls into it , could not stop falling.

After the weightlessness of the fall, he became conscious. He was kicked to the ground, with several new wounds on his forehead, and his face was covered with blood.The previous beatings made his mouth and throat full of blood, and thick blood froth gushed out of his lips and overflowed from the corners of his mouth during the movements.

Under the pale light, the slender, ghostly man paced back and forth, his black and white leather shoes knocking on the ground with a crisp, kicking sound.His figure was stretched very long, twisted by the shaking of the fan blades, and his shadow flickered like a pair of scissors that opened and closed.

Contrary to most people's expectations, clowns are thin.People saw him fighting Batman back and forth, seemingly evenly divided, and thought he was tall and strong, but in fact, he was thinner than most people expected, as if his bones were covered with a thin layer of muscle, and then collapsed A layer of pale skin.He always wears a large suit with a dagger and a bomb hidden in the lining of the windbreaker. Bruce once warned him, "Don't look at the clown and approach him without a weapon." You don't know what deadly little thing is hidden in his sleeve. He can even "spit blades out of his throat".

Bruce - don't think about him.Don't think about him at this moment.

"Don't fall asleep at this time, my dear little Robin bird." The clown squatted down, the shadow of an adult man enveloped the young boy, he whistled, and tapped his forehead with the corner of the crowbar, his tone Gentle, yet creepy, "Do you hate me?"

Jason didn't speak, his throat and eyes were covered with blood.

"Of course you hate me. But don't forget, Batman left you where you were to rot. You're not his son, you're not his ideal sidekick, you're just his little pug. He's always like Like me, I will touch you when I am happy, and kick you away when I am not happy. At your age, you should sit in school and go to school, instead of being sent to the battlefield by a neuropath in a bat suit, and us dangerous group Batman makes children jump into the vortex of madness, which is the inevitable end." The clown revealed a twisted, bright red sneer: "Every time I see you and your seniors, dressed like dirty jokes A Robin suit and Elf shoes would make me sincerely happy. This is what makes me superior to Batman: Although our wars always involve children, I never take the initiative to send children into battle."

The clown paused, stroking Jason's hair that was caked with blood, pus and stains, feeling like a cat with skin disease: "Okay, my favorite child, tell me, who do you hate?"

Jason was silent for a while, his body twitched violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He took a deep breath and said intermittently, "...Batman."

"...good boy." The clown laughed sharply and praised loudly, "good boy!"

When Arkham Knight recalled the past, Jack was standing on the outer wall only half a foot wide with Barbara in his arms.

Batman definitely doesn't need him to save him. Master Arkham's physical skills are nothing to say. He has broken several ribs and can still beat the villain violently. No one in Gotham can beat him.The Arkham Knight must have been led away with his front foot, and he knocked the watchman to the ground with his back foot and ran away.Jason Claw is still fighting Deathstroke, so his life should not be in danger.The only thing that needs to be taken into account in the melee is Barbara who is hidden in the lounge on the fourth floor.

In order to prevent the Arkham Knight from searching the third floor, by the way, search the fourth floor, Jack had no choice but to jump up to the fourth floor from the window of the third floor, tear off the transmitter disguised as a brooch, jump out of the window with Barbara in his arms, and prepare to Use the rope hook gun to slide to the room opposite the factory.

The sky gradually darkened, dark clouds weighed on the top of the head, and the wet raindrops opened the faces of the two people.

There was a sudden movement in his arms, the effect of the anesthetic passed, and the sleeping girl gradually woke up, she half-closed her eyes and looked around hazily, with an unnatural sleepiness remaining on her face.When his eyes touched Jack's face, it was like being stabbed by a hot needle for an instant, and he struggled from Jack's arms all at once.As if about to scream out in horror: "Little..."

Jack covered Barbara's mouth roughly, his arms tightened to keep her from struggling.Even though he is the direct victim of the clown, it's not good to be so rude, but the situation is complicated now, and he can't explain it clearly to her from the height of the fourth floor. Will she believe what the clown said, Arkham Knight He is not deaf, it would be bad if he heard the voice.So Jack silently made lips: "Shut up, be quiet."

"you are still alive?"

Jack didn't answer, he threw the rope without a sound, got stuck on the gargoyle stone sculpture not far away, and swung Barbara on his shoulders.Two people jumped in through the destroyed window of the neighboring factory, and rolled a few times to relieve the impact when they landed.Without protection, the gravel on the ground would inevitably cause some physical injuries. Jack raised his head, his forehead was scratched by sharp stones, and blood gushed out from the wound, staining half of his face red.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped it casually, then looked back at Barbara who couldn't move, she was protected by him, but she didn't suffer any injuries.However, compared to her physical health, the fact that the clown is still alive may have caused a serious mental shock to her. The evidence is that she was lying on the ground, staring at Jack, as if she wanted to make a hole out of him.

Jack looked down at himself again, the purple dress was scratched in several places, the delicate lace was torn, and many places were stained with blood, he straightened his collar and messy black-green hair , shaking the gravel, dust, and grit out of her curly hair, muttered, "When this is over, I must send the bill for the new dress to Wayne Manor."

"How much is your price for this dress?"

Jack said slightly proudly: "Thirty thousand dollars..."

He suddenly came to his senses, the voice that spoke to him just now was not a female voice, but a man's voice!He followed the sound and looked over, but before he saw the details, a fist hit his lower abdomen hard, making his throat sweet.At that moment, he didn't feel any pain, but first heard the sound of bones breaking, then the weightlessness of his body flying upside down, and finally when he hit the wall, the pain came long after.And in this short time of breathing, he only had one clear idea:

It turned out that Batman had never beaten him with more than [-]% of his strength before...