[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Go to the pillow and lie down for 6 hours."

After the lumbar puncture, Jack was lying on the hospital bed, with a lighted cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke curled up. His eyes were blurred, and he stared at the depths of the ceiling.Alfred took the cigarette from his mouth, threw the butt, which had been almost bitten in two, into the trash, and put Jack on a breathing mask.Jack didn't look at him, like an unconscious puppet.But his lips moved suddenly: "Please give me a cup of hot cocoa."

"I received this order that was six hours late," Alfred said.

In order to balance the intracranial pressure and the pressure in the spinal cavity, patients who have undergone a lumbar puncture must lie down on their pillows for 4 to 6 hours, otherwise they will suffer from severe headaches due to the accelerated flow of cerebrospinal fluid.Even if he brought hot cocoa,? Jack couldn't sit up and drink it,? Unless he asked Alfred to feed him by the spoonful.Of course Jack can't make such a request,? So this is the order information 6 hours later.Alfred squatted down, stuck the lead electrodes connected to the electrocardiogram monitor on Jack's chest, injected painkillers and sleeping pills into Jack's blood vessels, and put him on an intravenous drip.Jack is still having a fever. The overheated body temperature has made him unconscious. What he needs most now is bed rest and a good rest.

Jack's eyes are half-closed,? This is his look is very different from the clown.It's not that Batman didn't hit the clown hard, but even when the clown had broken bones all over his body, wrapped in thick bandages and plaster, he didn't show such an expression—weakness.

"I never thought I'd see a guy with green hair appear in the Batcave." Nightwing said as he ate shredded fish.

The clown toxin will sink and cause bone problems. Batman's countermeasure is to let the Robins eat more calcium-containing snacks, which results in a conditioned reflex. Nightwing and the others want to eat high-calcium foods as soon as they see the clown, such as calcium tablets, Milk and dried fish.

"It's rare that you want to eat something on your own initiative." Jason handed him a sliced ​​apple.

Jack glanced at it, and shook his head slightly in refusal.

"Jason come with me. Dick,? You go and deal with Firefly, you don't have to deal with it, just hold it off for a while." Batman came out and said to Jason and Nightwing.

He has already processed the extracted cerebrospinal fluid. Because of Jack's poor health, the amount extracted this time is very small, only enough to fill a cylindrical glass jar the size of his thumb. He put a tube of cerebrospinal fluid safely into the refrigerator. Lock the safe door.But to make the clown toxin slow-release agent, only the cerebrospinal fluid is not enough. Three other solvents are required. These solvents are all pre-treated and carefully stored in alloy boxes at a constant low temperature. These boxes are placed in the trunk of the Maybach inside.

Jason drove the Maybach into the strange Gotham, and parked it in a dark corner where no one was paying attention, but unfortunately, after they checked and confirmed the location, they found that the battle line was blocked due to the noise made by the Arkham Knights. Stretch out, the street where the Maybach is parked is currently occupied by the Penguin.It means that if you want to get close to that luxury car now, you have to deal with almost an entire street of militiamen.

Jack looked up, his consciousness was on the verge of the effect of sleeping pills: "Jason, listen to me... not long ago, I saw the Arkham Knight, he looks like Batman. If I'm not wrong, he The suit is made according to Batman's design. Not only the design, but also other places... some details..."

"what do you mean?"

"He stole the Wayne technology, but I'm not sure... Maybe the can opener works, and the can opener is in the third box..." The voice gradually faded, and the sleeping pills began to take effect.

"What's a can opener?" Batman asked Jason as they walked out of Wayne Manor together, drawing their cordguns.

"The little gadget invented by Jack is similar to the combination of a hydraulic shear and a bottle opener. It is specially used to open your battle suit. It is used at the place where the buckle is under the ribs. It is very similar to 'opening a tin can with luncheon meat', That's why it's called a can opener." Jason fell into deep thought after speaking, Batman's suit was developed by Wayne Technology, and the lock under the ribs can be regarded as a unique skill.If the can opener can also be used to open the Arkham Knight's suit, then Jack is right, Arkham Knight either stole Wayne Tech's secrets and used the blueprint of the Batsuit to create his own exoskeleton armor ; or he's someone who knows Batman very, very well enough to know that the underside of the Batsuit is a weak point.

Batman obviously thought of this too, but he looked at the owl mask on Jason's face, and his gaze was off: "Your clown is very interesting."

"His name is Jack."

"He was a quiet man."

Batman's words are a little bit unpleasant. The clown raised by others is safe, logical, and able to communicate.Although I have some mental problems and my health is not very good-this sentence is too much to say, but poor health means that there are very few troubles, and it is very easy to solve it when you come out.Looking back at my old enemy who had been dead for several months, he escaped from prison, robbed, killed, set fire, and beat underage children all day long, trying his best to do nothing.It's okay if there is no comparison, but when there is a comparison, it makes people feel sour.

"Well, he's been pretty good."

Jason hesitated for a while, he wasn't so unlucky before.

His feelings for Jack are very complicated. The two of them have lived together for several months. He even knows what color underwear Jack likes to wear, but he can also feel that Jack has been rejecting him, maybe because of debt, shame, or The guilt that should not be borne by him has created the status quo: two people are close on the surface, but they are not actually friends.In this situation, it was also difficult for him to ask about the anorexia phenomenon he had noticed: "Bruce, what's wrong with Jack?"

Jack fell into a deep sleep, and there were only him and Alfred in the huge bat cave.The sound of breathing and the beeping of the heart rate monitor echoed in the empty cave.

Jack doesn't need care for the time being, Alfred puts on the headset, sits next to the Bat computer, and continues to help Batman through big data.But he is old, and his back will hurt from sitting for too long. He can only stand up for a while, stretch himself, and pour himself a cup of hot tea. The beep of the ECG monitor sounded like a ghost.

He froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from. It was the elevator shaft connecting the Batcave and Wayne Manor.

The other end of the elevator shaft is just behind the grandfather clock in the living room of Wayne Manor. Just turn the china cup decoration on the bookcase, and the wall will open to reveal the elevator entrance.However, not everyone is qualified to make the elevator move. To enter the Bat Cave, one must have the permission of the Bat Family, which must be checked by the computer.

Now, the elevator is in operation, and the whining sound of the machinery is soft like a hallucination. After a while, there is a crisp sound from the elevator shaft, and ghostly bright red words flash on the rectangular display screen: -1st floor .

-1 story.bat cave.

Alfred took the double-barreled shotgun from the side shelf, opened the safety, and loaded the bullets.Generally speaking, when the Bat family returns to the Batcave, they will report to him so that he can prepare a corresponding amount of refreshments. Now someone got into the elevator without saying a word. bad.There are only him and Jack in the Batcave. Jack is still a critically ill patient. He has just been given a tube of sleeping pills and cannot move at all. Right now is the time when his defense is weakest.

He moved his finger to the button and pressed the alarm signal, which will be sent to all members of the Bat family, reminding them that the Batcave has been invaded, and the heroes who still have the strength to come back as soon as possible.

"Put down the gun, Alfred. Your bullets are useless to me. I'm not here for you." The elevator door opened slowly, revealing a burst of white mist, and a tall man walked out of the thin mist. Wearing an exoskeleton suit, two dark blue long lights flicker in the eyes.He nodded to Alfred, his changed voice was very low, "Where is the clown?"

"Oh...God, you're that...Arkham Knight?" Alfred didn't let go of his gun, he just felt that the person in front of him was familiar—damn familiar.

"I'll repeat it again - put, put, shoot. Your bullets can't hit my armor, so don't make senseless resistance." Arkham Knight added in his heart: I don't want to hurt you.

Batman is a ruthless tyrant, but Alfred is his family, and only Alfred truly feels like his father during those fairy-tale fantasy years.But he has a superstitious devotion to Batman, and is even willing to let his son fly around the city dressed as a bat.Sure enough, this family has been distorted from the very beginning, and Alfred is also a member of this twisted and perverted family relationship. He must enjoy it, otherwise, which father wants his son to fight with dangerous murderous lunatics?

Seeing that Alfred was not obedient, he pulled out his pistol from his waist and fired two shots at Alfred. The two bullets passed by Alfred far away without any contact at all. But the moment they flew past Alfred, a bright arc connected the two metal bullets, and the electric current enough to stun people enveloped the old butler, and Alfred fell on his back and fell on the ground. On the ground, hands and feet twitched unconsciously in the aftertaste of the electric current.

"I said, my target is not you." The Arkham Knight walked over the paralyzed him indifferently, "I only want the clown."

He opened the door to the treatment room, and Jack was still asleep.Alfred barely moved his lips, and said vaguely: "He's not a clown...he just had a lumbar puncture, and he can't move yet..."

Arkham Knight ignored him, he roughly tore off the lead electrodes and breathing mask on Jack's chest, and hugged this pale, limp human figure, he was really thin, the shape of bones stretched the skin And flesh, arms and legs hang down limply.In the arms of the gray-black mecha full of power, the man's body is as white as new snow falling in early winter.Alfred noticed a detail at this time: Arkham Knight still remembered to pull up Jack's open shirt and wrap him in a blanket to protect against the autumn cold.

Arkham Knight picked Jack up horizontally and strode back to the elevator, obviously taking him away.Under this disturbance, Jack seemed to wake up. He opened his eyes in a daze, and the golden eyeballs were like extinguished lights.He looked at Arkham Knight and whispered, "Jason...?"