[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"I didn't expect you to appear again." The clown is here,? Batman is naturally not in the mood to catch up with Arkham Knight.

"Of course, I'm the pale knight who protects him. We've always had a good relationship. If Jack didn't want to face reality,? I beat the bird to death with a stick, and shot the girl in bloom for the rest of her life. After the trouble is over, he will come forward to apologize,? Put me back in the cage, as if he was my victim. Then he can Put on a good face, and wait for your love and tolerance to pour in." The clown said with a smile while sharpening his nails with a nail file, and elongated his tone meaningfully: "Don't tell me that you are all unconscious I realized that he was my accomplice. He allowed me to do evil, just like Batman kept me alive."

"You're just a scumbag playing tricks." Arkham Knight glanced at him indifferently.

The clown made a performative belly laugh: "It seems that your broken bones are all right,? Little red bird. Every time I see you, I miss you the way you were - your fear ,?Your tears,?You cried to me,?'Please,?Stop, let me go...I'd like to be your Robin'! - Hey, hey, hey...hahaha! Hahahahahaha! I love these words! 'I'll be your Robin',? look at you now, shoot the weak,? paraphrase someone else's criminal philosophy,? make Batman's life miserable You are already my Robin!"

Arkham Knight kicked the chair away, pulled out the gun at his waist and was about to pull the trigger on the Joker.The clown didn't seem to see it at all,? He just fell on his back on the chair,? He hugged himself tightly with his arms,? He was trembling because he couldn't breathe from laughing.His green and white head was trembling against the muzzle of the gun, and his red lipstick was licked messily, like an oil painting melted by the high temperature.Batman stood up, pressed Arkham Knight's hand, and pressed down his gun, but the action was more like holding him tightly in his arms: "Don't be impulsive, he is not our clown."

"Is there any difference, they are both equally evil! Do you want to repeat the previous cycle, throw him into the Arkham Asylum, and wait for him to escape to kill next time?!" Arkham Knight earned twice Without breaking free, he turned his head to the side and shouted, "Death knell!"

Deathstroke stood aside and peeled bananas: "I never go to a parent-child communication meeting between the little birdie and his bat daddy."

"I don't know what misunderstanding you have about Jack, but he didn't save Jason because of guilt, and he didn't want to make up for it. He's just an antisocial lunatic who doesn't feel guilty. For him, the only important things are me, and the bat. He has no place for the little red bird in his heart, never." The clown poked the muzzle of the gun with his finger, as curious as he was when he saw this thing for the first time, he looked at Arkham Knight contemptuously, and knocked again. Knocking on his chest, "He saved Jason only because he loved me, and it wasn't you he wanted to save, it was me!"

The veins on Arkham Knight's forehead twitched violently, and he swung his arm violently, releasing Batman who was restraining him.He rushed in front of the clown, raised his gun and aimed at the green-haired head.The clown whistled calmly, then shook the remote control in his hand. The bright red button on the remote control looked like the red nose of a street clown.The dazzling red made Jason's fingers instantly stiff. He once thought that he was ready to destroy the entire Gotham, but when the shadow of the radiation cloud really enveloped the city, he realized that I can't do it myself.The 16-year-old Robin was still alive in his heart, and he heard him screaming "don't do it".

The man in his heart let out a series of sneers: your heart for goodness is not firm enough, and your badness is not thorough enough, so you suffer.

Just at this moment, a bird whistle sounded in the distance, and the sound of the bird's wings and the howling wind sounded almost simultaneously. The clown wanted to retract the remote control switch vigilantly, but felt a strong wind blowing past him. The palm of his hand, followed by the sharp pain of the sharp claws piercing the palm.He looked up and saw that the remote control switch was held by an owl. The chubby eagle owl grabbed the remote control and landed on another person's shoulder. A round, golden lens that also looks like a standing owl.

"Good job, Algernon." Jason said as he handed out a piece of meat and put it in Algernon's mouth.

He took off the remote control switch and threw it to Batman, then put on the mask, took a few steps forward, and punched the clown violently.This punch used [-]% force, and it sent the clown flying upside down, and hit the wooden table and chair heavily. The clown's head tilted slightly, and he spit out a mouthful of frothy blood. His lungs seemed to be gouged out There was a muffled sound like a hole, and a series of sharp coughing sounds broke out.Even so, he still had a cold sneer, his green eyes were like two bright charcoal balls: "Let's see who is here? Isn't this my favorite Robin?"

Jason punched him again, making him swallow the rest of his rhetoric: "Listen, clown: stop fiddling with your tongue, I'm not interested in listening to your philosophy of crime, it doesn't make sense to not care about what you do , and I don’t ask you about your tragic past. I don’t want to hear about your dead wife, getting involved in a robbery, or being disfigured in a chemical pool. The only thing a scumbag should do is beat you up!"

The clown was kicked on the arm by him, and there were bursts of sharp pain deep in the bones. The more painful he was, the louder he laughed, and finally it was like a distorted scream: "Our little red robin Did justice happen? Too bad, little Jason, you don't have to hide from yourself that you hate Jack, too. You hated him all the time in your heart, and you hated him no matter what he did, because you knew he was me!"

"Come on, do you think I don't know what you're crazy about?" Jason stepped on his back, grabbed his green hair, and forced him to look back, "He will never save you like he saved me, And you definitely won't agree with you like you agree with me. You're crazy because of this, otherwise why would you dangle the bomb switch? Jumping clown."

"It's not because of this boring reason..."

"Enough, I'm not interested in listening. You disgusting, twisted, disgusting scum." Jason punched him backhand, knocking him half unconscious, and then he pressed his fist, his knuckles snapping "Sorry, Mr. Jack, you may feel a little pain when you wake up."

The Joker lay on the ground, looking at Jason, and let out a hollow, dry laugh.

This sleep was a bit long, and Jack fell asleep for more than 20 hours before waking up.

When he woke up, he first heard the beeping sound of the electrocardiogram, and then felt the pain. He half-opened his eyes and tried to move his arms to sit up, but he couldn't.Fortunately, Alfred, who was making tea, noticed his movements in time, helped him up quickly, and handed him a glass of warm water.Jack pursed his chapped lips, panted and sat against the head of the bed for a while, then moved his shoulders, shook his arm wrapped in a plaster bandage, raised his head and asked, "Why is my hand broken?"

"When you fell asleep, the clown stepped on the sole of his foot and slipped down the stairs." Alfred didn't change his face and his heart beat.

"Really?" Jack was dubious.

"Of course it's true. He did three and a half laps on the stairs. We all give him ten points."

Jack looked at him and lowered his head: "Jason, Gotham, Batman...how are they?"

Alfred sighed, he opened the curtains, and the brilliant afternoon sun shone into the ward, it was dusk now, one side of the sky was still gray and blue-white, but the other side turned into a rich and gorgeous warm yellow, like Molten molten iron poured down.In the distance are the blue-green mountains, and the outlines of the rolling mountains are like dark negatives, engraved in the bright twilight.A dense drizzle just fell in the afternoon, and the floating dust in the city was swept away. The high-rise buildings standing under the sunset were spotless. Behind the lace-like clouds, bright beams of light shot out, like a staircase leading to heaven , Under the illumination of these lights, Jack saw the outline of Gotham in the distance.

"Gotham is safe for the time being, for now. Your Jason is at Wayne Manor, and our Jason...he is missing, probably because he doesn't want to see Bruce." Alfred sighed.

Sure enough, it still hasn't changed much.

Jack knew very well that even the slow-release agent prepared from his cerebrospinal fluid might not be able to completely eradicate the clown toxin in Batman's body, but could only alleviate it to a certain extent.He knows how hard the Joker is to kill, even if Batman keeps him in his mind, as long as he still feels pleasure from the violence, the Joker will come back to life like a ghost in his veins.So the solution can only point to the demise of Batman, and it may be difficult for Bruce to wear a cape to fight for justice in the future.

The plot of "Arkham Knight" is slightly biased. Batman survived and did not reveal his identity, but lost the inner shock brought by the fall of the knight in the original ending. This shock could have changed the soul of Gotham.Today, although the criminals in the Arkham Asylum have suffered a lot from the destruction of the Arkham Knight and the Scarecrow, the disappearance of Batman means that the sword of Damocles hanging over the criminals has lost its effect. The crime rate in Tan City may have rebounded to a certain extent. Robbery, theft, murder, arson, drug trafficking, and almost all criminal industries will be revived.

Is this a good ending?

The bright golden sunlight outside the window fell into his eyes, and there seemed to be a blazing phosphorous fire in his red-gold pupils.Maybe dusk is always easy to see, and the scene in front of him is so familiar that Jack can't help but think back to the reception room many years ago, when he was still young, full of blind confidence in the future, and an inexplicable sense of justice and mission.Now his face has not changed at all, only the golden pupils are full of powerlessness and exhaustion, he feels that he is old, with a young face, and the wrinkles only grow on the heart.

Now, he has to start thinking about a question: Has my arrival really made the world a better place?