[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Jack opened his eyes, and all he saw was blood red.

His head was very heavy, and the inside of his skull was buzzing,? He slowly raised his head,? When his muscles and bones were stretched, there were tingling pains, and his neck seemed to be broken.Immediately afterwards, there was a throbbing pain in the abdomen, which was swollen and sour. Obviously, there was sliding congestion deep in the lower abdomen, and the semi-coagulated blood clot was pressing on the internal organs on the hand, and it fell heavily.There are scars all over the back, blood scabs sticking to the fabric of the coat, and a slight movement is like tearing off a layer of skin.Jack barely controlled his breathing, lowered the pain threshold, but found that his right arm could not be lifted, two ribs seemed to be broken, and the broken bone was inserted into the lungs, bloody foam rolled in his throat, breathing There is a strong smell of blood in the middle.

It took him a long time to see around and understand where he was: he was in the back seat of the Batmobile, bat-shaped handcuffs on his wrists, and Barbara was sitting next to him.He lost consciousness after being punched, and was thrown into the car by Batman in a coma, ready to be sent to gcpd.

no.The heartbeat is too fast, if this continues, the heart muscle will not be able to bear it.

"Stop..." Jack was out of breath, and finally squeezed out a word from his throat.

No one cares about him.

Batman didn't respond at all like a log, Barbara just gave him a deadpan glance.

Jack's palpitation was severe, which was obviously a symptom of myocardial ischemia.He managed to gather his strength: "Stop! Bat, if you don't stop...I will, I will die in your car, Dark Knight...Dark Knights don't kill people, right..."

Still no answer.

Jack lowered his head, his bony shoulder blades shrugged, and the viscous liquid flowed up the esophagus, bringing a burning pain.The liquid overflowed his throat, and a small part of it trickled into the sensitive windpipe, making him cough violently.He coughed and vomited blood, and the blood he spit out was dark red.With broken ribs, sprained shoulder and neck muscles, and the fact that his wrist cannot be lifted higher than his shoulder, he can't even take out a handkerchief to wipe it. He can only turn his head away, trying not to let the blood fall on Barbara.

The violent coughing and continuous gag reflex made him burst into tears, and he could hardly stand upright. A large amount of blood soon stained his shirt and dress red, and sometimes he had the illusion that it was not blood that would come out, but all the viscera in his abdomen.In this emergency situation, he only hated himself for being so accurate in his calculations. It's no joke that he would be sent to the ICU after being punched by Batman.

Jack closed his eyes and suppressed the itch in his throat: "Stop, if you don't stop, treat my injuries, I'm really going to die... I can't make it to the Gotham Police Station... I beg you, Seriously, stop...please, Bruce!"

He never thought he'd say "please" to Batman.

What he saw before was basically the warm side of Batman, and he rarely experienced his cruelty to criminals.As long as Jack doesn't do anything too bad, his Batman has always been a laissez-faire and encouraging attitude towards him, asking for money and medicine, and Afu will pack and deliver a new dessert when he makes a new dessert. It never takes real strength to listen to the sound, and from time to time, I can also work as a part-time psychologist for some consultations.As a result, he offered to help this time, and he was beaten for no salary—although it was only a punch—he was injured and asked for help but still did not answer. It was like the five-star VIP treatment fell to the bottom, which made Jack very hurt.

Maybe it was the "Bruce" that surprised Barbara, maybe he was coughing up blood so badly, and it looked so pitiful, Barbara finally knocked on the back of the chair and said to Batman: "Bat, he seems to really need it." Help, not acting."

Batman finally realized his conscience and believed Barbara's words. The speed of the car gradually slowed down and stopped in a deserted alley.He got out of the car, opened the back door, and took off the safety ring and handcuffs that were tightly fastened on Jack. Jack slipped and fell to the ground like a boneless one. He felt dizzy, he lost his sense of balance, and couldn't stand up on his own legs at all. .

Batman was a little surprised. In his impression, the clown has thick blood and high defense, with a dead skin and face, similar to a mangy dog ​​who can't be beaten to death.Even the clown, who was seriously ill after being poisoned by the titan, was also very resistant to beatings, and nothing happened to his face and fists.He wouldn't be in such a miserable state just because he was punched.

Could it be a side effect of Titan Toxin?

"My... the aluminum alloy box I'm carrying, the password is 0816. Give me the medicine in the box, it's on the second floor of the box..." Jack panted and directed Batman to open the box, "It's on your right , that mint-colored little bottle..."

Batman handed him the medicine bottle without saying a word, and Jack lay half on the ground, unscrewed the bottle cap tremblingly, put the mouth of the bottle on his mouth and nose, and took a deep breath, like an asthma patient taking an inhaler like.Probably because this scene is too similar to an addict smoking marijuana, Batman mistakenly thought that what was handed to him was not a drug, so he asked, "Have you fallen to the point of taking drugs?"

Jack said sickly, "...this is a kind of gas medicine to relieve tachycardia. By the way, bring me the blood bag on the third layer, the one with the number MKS-98704-S2, and the intravenous syringe next to it .”

"what is this?"

"Some blood cells cultured in vitro."

There was more than one blood bag, all of them were placed in a constant temperature freezer, the temperature was maintained at around minus [-] degrees, when the box was opened, a cold white mist drifted around, and the number was as small as an ant, so it was not easy to identify.Batman could only lean down to search carefully. At this moment, Jack's tongue moved, and a slender bird whistle came out from under the tongue. He put the bird whistle in his mouth, and blew it sharply. The whistle sounded over Gotham, and was quickly drowned in the din of people and gunfire.

After a blow, he shouted: "Where's my hero?" (Where's? my? hero?)

The only answer to him was the hoot of an owl.

Batman can help him find medicine, but he will never be allowed to communicate with his accomplices, nor will he believe anything the Joker says.When Jason couldn't find Jack, he must have followed the general direction of the Batmobile, but Jack didn't have a transmitter on him, so he didn't know the exact location.Jack had no choice but to use such a primitive way to contact Jason.But he soon realized that this was very similar to tricking Batman, so he laughed dryly: "Don't be nervous, Bat, this is a kind of bird summoning..."

Batman ripped off the bird whistle from his mouth, and punched Jack again out of extreme distrust of the clown.He held back his strength in this punch, so as not to kill Jack directly with one blow. Jack's head was tilted, and he hit the bar of the Batmobile hard, hitting all kinds of meat.The wound that had stopped bleeding burst open again, blood gushing out.

He didn't move, apparently passed out again.

It took Batman a while to lift his black-green hair. Underneath the blood-soaked hair was a pale, lifeless face with bloodless lips and dark circles under his eyelids, showing a gloomy look. Extremely exhausting.

It's not the same as the clown in his impression.

The clown is always full of life and emotion, often dances and speaks glibly.He painted his face in all kinds of colors, red, white and green. It was the face of a madman.But the face in front of him was as pale as paper, lifeless, more like a seriously ill mental patient.

It was very rare that he actually felt a little pitiful for the clown.

He grabbed Jack's arm and was about to drag Jack to the car, but suddenly there was a burst of wind, and a palm-sized smoke bomb was thrown not far away. Before Batman lifted his cloak, the smoke bomb was thrown by a A bullet exploded.The sudden burst of smoke made visibility extremely low, and Batman took a few steps back to protect Barbara, who was still hidden in the car.The figure hiding in the smoke sharply dodged his bat dart, but in the excellent environment created by the other party, he did not immediately fight back, but bent down to check Jack's situation.This sign is obvious, the intention of the visitor is not to attack Batman and others, but to take Jack away.

Barbara activated the high-power exhaust fan to quickly disperse the surrounding smoke. The visitor could no longer hide her figure, and perhaps she didn't want to hide.The other party wore a black and gold slender battle suit and an owl-shaped glasses mask. He took out the same inhalant from his arms, put on a breathing mask, and pressed it on Jack's face, as if doing it for a choking patient. Artificial respiration.Jack's body twitched unconsciously, his hands and feet trembled for a while, his complexion became obviously rosy, and finally his eyelashes moved, his eyes opened, but they were only half-open, and the pupils dilated feebly, obviously still in a half-dream A state of unconsciousness, unconsciousness, and inability to speak.

Someone put his hand on the breathing mask to make sure the vial wouldn't fall off before turning to Batman and saying, "Why did you beat him? Do you know how much it costs to maintain this body? Thanks You created me a medical bill for over $[-]."

"He's the Joker," said Batman dryly, "and I only punched him."

"No, he's not, he's not a clown. He's someone else, a poor wretch. You beat him for a clown, but you never saw him do it. It took us six months Return the value of the blood cells to normal, and you will let it go to waste in 10 minutes." The visitor turned the dagger in his hand, and the voice was familiar, "Although you can't understand, I can't let you take him to the Gotham Police Station. Take him to the hospital."

On the other side of the communicator, Alfred looked at the voice sample on the bat computer. The broken line representing the sound wave fluctuated up and down. He frowned tightly, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said in an incredible tone: "Jason ...?"