[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

On the other side, inside the Batcave.

"Why did Arkham Knight take the clown away?" Jason was puzzled.

After Jason and Batman got the news, they immediately turned back to support the Batcave, but failed to catch up with the fast-moving Arkham Knight. After counting the losses in the Batcave, they found that only Jack had been taken away.Jason thought for a long time, but he didn't understand why Arkham Knight took Jack away, but did he want to cooperate with the clown?

impossible.

The whole of Gotham knows that the clown has devilish abilities, but they also understand that whether they cooperate with the clown or try to hire the clown, it basically doesn't end well.This fellow regards selling his teammates as a kind of pleasure, so he often does disgusting things of jumping in front of the battle.If Arkham regulars were asked to vote for "the most hated person", the Joker would definitely win the most votes.The clown is very self-aware of his situation where people hate dogs, and every time he struggles with major issues, he fights alone.

Batman pondered for a moment: "The clown of our world,? A week after his death, sent a video bounty to the criminals of Gotham,? Roughly 'Who can give my dead body to Harley,? Who can get it One hundred million dollars'. There was a small riot in the city, and Director Gordon and I had to cremate the clown's body."

Jason and Nightwing exchanged glances, Arkham Knight who can hire hundreds of mercenaries is obviously not like someone short of 1 million yuan.

Batman continued: "There is the second half of the announcement. The Joker has set up a bomb/bomb on the wall of Arkham City. It can blow up half of Arkham City."

"You haven't dismantled the bomb/bomb for several months?"

"I've scanned it inside and out several times,? The amount of materials and the smuggled and stolen parts are also consistent,? As far as I can determine,? There is no omission." Batman paused,? "But I still doubt He keeps his back,? The clown always surprises."

"Even if the clown in your world has a backhand? It has nothing to do with Jack, right? Could it be that the clown's memory can be seamlessly connected through time and space? In my opinion, it's like a personal enmity, taking the clown away to torture... something like that. "

Everyone present shook their heads.Enmity with the clown, this range is too big, from the gang leader to the ordinary residents in Gotham, from the Bat family to the Arkham lunatic, almost all the people who can be pulled out with a head, a face and a name are called by him. The laughing gas of the AOE attack has attacked, and it is really hard to find someone who has no hatred against him.

Although Jason said that, he didn't know what to do.The lunatics in Arkham always have a strange sense of sympathy. Who knows if the psychopaths in the two worlds will cross the bridge of life and death and become close friends, and they will know where the bomb/bomb is hidden under the psychic induction.This has never happened before.

Suddenly, he was so blessed that he casually said in a joking tone: "That Arkham knight, could it be me?"

Everyone present was taken aback, even Jason was stunned by his own unintentional words.

Arkham Knight...Jason's experience...the elevator that didn't call the police...to escape the search of the invisible bug installed in the Batcave...the strange behavior of not moving Alfred and only taking the clown away...and his Steps, demeanor, phrasing, accent, tone... like a bolt of lightning falling from the darkness, various details and clues strung together in the mind, and finally, the pointer of the answer pointed to the person who should have been buried in the grave.The teenager who died in the basement of Arkham, the ghost of Robin who fell to the ground due to the gravity of Gotham.

"Batman wants to talk to me." Arkham Knight pressed a few buttons on his arm, and a small light blue computer popped up, displaying a message from Batman on the screen.After passing through the hand of the oracle, it was sent directly to the mailbox Jason used when he was Robin.

"He guessed your identity?" Deathstroke took off his mask and stood aside eating bananas. "There is another you, I thought this would happen later. But that Jason is indeed a good hand."

Arkham Knight snorted coldly: "He was just lucky and met a good clown."

"Want to meet?"

After a moment of silence, the Arkham Knight whispered, "See, why not. Take that clown with you."

"His physical condition is difficult to sit and support until the father and son finish talking, and it is not certain whether he can sit up awake."

"Then tie him to a chair with a rope, is that hard to think of? Anyway, he must be present, whether he is conscious or not."

While they were talking, a militiaman ran in panting, tremblingly making a "report" gesture to the Arkham Knight.After getting the latter's nod of approval, he said tremblingly: "Report...that person is missing. It's that...clown, he ran away!"

"Run away?!" The Arkham Knight couldn't believe it. The clown's ward was located on the basement floor, and there was no way out except for the elevator. Just walking to the elevator would have to pass over a dozen guards, let alone the elevator. The second floor is where the Arkham Knight is located.It is unbelievable that a person who was still lying on a hospital bed not long ago had the strength to escape from under the eyes of dozens of people in a blink of an eye.

He took the elevator to the ward. There was no mess in the room. The owner seemed to have just left and just went to the toilet. Except for a small bloodstain on the bed sheet near the syringe, the other places were unusually neat and clean. None of the belts showed signs of breaking free violently.Apparently, he had no knife or gun, and he opened the lock with his bare hands.Jason looked at the ventilation duct again. The vent was so small that it could only accommodate a boy. Jack, who was nearly two meters tall, escaped along such a small passage.

Typical clown style, Arkham Asylum's containment can't hold him.

"Want to chase?" said Deathstroke.

Arkham Knight was silent for a while: "No. He's just a bargaining chip, not important. The most important thing now is to talk to Batman. I'm not sure if Batman will attack me directly, you have to guard by my side .He is sick and can’t do any tricks. Ask a few mercenaries to guard the exit of the vent, and if you catch him, tie him up and bring him to me immediately.”

An hour later, Gotham Central Hospital.

It is actually not accurate to say that it is Gotham Central Hospital. It should be the ruins of Gotham Central Hospital. In the frenzy of riots, hospitals and the government are often the first places to be hit.All kinds of expensive equipment in the hospital were swept away. In the once neat and orderly hall, only crooked beds and brackets remained. Arkham Knight emptied the center, leaving only the cherry wood table used to receive patients. .

Under the watchful eyes of armed militiamen, Batman walked slowly into the Central Hospital and sat in the chair opposite the Arkham Knight.The Arkham Knight made a gesture, and the militiamen looked at each other, and they all retreated about ten meters around the two of them, leaving them a vacuum where others could not listen.

"Jason." Batman stared at Arkham Knight.

Arkham Knight didn't respond immediately, but pressed on one side of his cheek, opened the mask, and there was a familiar face under the mask.Batman glanced over the scars on his face, and his brows that had been tightly locked twitched: "...I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, I made a mistake, you needed an assistant instead of a son. I'm not your Robin, so you left me there with the Joker for over a year. I don't have another A Jason so lucky to meet a nice Joker and die with Batman next to him. And you, you didn't do anything, you just... kept, kept disappointing me." Arkham Knight sneered.

"I know the clown hurt you very badly, Jason, I'm sorry. I hope you can come back, at least say it, me, Alfred, we can help you."

"Batman, I didn't come here to complain and beg for you! All I want to tell you is that you are a hypocritical softie. You pretend to care about my future, Gotham's future. In fact, you only care about my future. Care about yourself, you feel sorry for your parents who died in crime town! Your life and Batman's life, they mean nothing. This city, Gotham, you are the biggest criminal madman in Gotham!"

At this moment, a sneer suddenly came from not far away, and a familiar figure came out from the darkness. He was wearing an iconic bright purple dress, his snow-white lips were painted with messy lipstick, and that disgusting smiling face was white and pale. Red and green.The clown shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be trembling with laughter: "I'll give you a piece of advice: When you want to be an out-and-out bad guy, don't repeat other people's criminal philosophies, you should try to think about something that belongs to you."

"Jack?"

"Oh, I think he's asleep." Under everyone's gaze, the clown tapped his chest, as if facing his lover.Everyone couldn't help but feel chills because of his numbing warmth.He moved a chair with bare hands, and sat down with a smile on his face, revealing an expression of watching a monkey show, and said to Batman and Arkham Knight: "You guys continue to chat, don't pay attention to me."

He looked like a tourist admiring an animal performance. Under such curious eyes, the two of them couldn't continue talking. The Arkham Knight stood up and walked towards the clown, saying coldly: "You don't think I will let you go." Bar?"

"Why are you looking so heavy? Here are two of your parents sitting. You were basically born on a nameless street to two poisonous/ghost parents and you were supposed to be stuck with Gotham's gravity for the rest of your life , but me and Batman, our two fathers remade you together." The clown was unhurried, crossed his legs and whistled, his sour green pupils reflected the flashing blue lights of the other party Looking at the approaching Arkham Knight, he was neither afraid nor flustered. Instead, he licked the corner of his mouth with great interest, and said casually: "A month ago, an underground nuclear weapon silo in the United States reported that there were nuclear materials. Stolen, these weapons-grade nuclear materials are enough to cover the entire Gotham under a cloud of radiation, and Gotham will truly become a place of death by then. You and the Scarecrow took those nuclear materials away, right?"

"So what?"

"Then you contact the Scarecrow now." The clown smiled even more happily.

Arkham Knight stopped, he pressed the communicator, and his face sank extremely obviously - the Scarecrow didn't connect to his communication, there was no such situation before, obviously, he was unilaterally blocked by the Scarecrow Signal.

"What did you do?" Arkham Knight gritted his teeth.

"It's just computer magic. When you tap on the keyboard and write a few strings of ghostly codes, you will be handed over with a poof, and then the location of the nuclear material will appear on the computer screen with a poof. Yes, and finally there is another pop, and the launch procedure is in your hands. It’s that simple, like magic.” The clown was full of regret, turned his palm, and took out a palm-sized remote control from his sleeve , shaking at Batman and Arkham Knight, "Now I am sorry to inform you that the next situation is under the control of me, a street magician. We must live in harmony, friendship and gentleness. After all, no one wants to see everyone Let's die together, right?"