[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Jack walked out of the medical room door with a heavy heart.

As soon as Bruce came out, Jason grabbed him, pulled a dirty face, and whispered, "I have something to tell you."

They glanced at Jack at the same time. The latter seemed to have suffered a major blow, and sat on the chair in a daze, completely oblivious to their movements.Obviously,? He was still thinking about Mrs. Shrike,? A little out of his mind.

The two quietly avoided other people. To be precise, everyone at the scene tacitly gave up the space for the two father and son to talk. They walked to a secluded place. Jason said succinctly: "You can't put Jack to Arkham."

"Why?" Bruce obviously didn't expect Jason's first small talk with his father after a long absence? It was only about an outsider who was completely independent of their family.Even with Batman's mask off,? The black mask seemed to be still on his face,? So he frowned in disapproval.

"Do you know how much he weighs now? 62 kilograms. He has anorexia. He has to grind up his food and make it like fish food before he can swallow it. He is also in a bad mental state, with insomnia, depression, and anxiety. You put him To send him back to Arkham is to let his condition worsen, and he will die there."

"Arkham Asylum is the best mental institution in Gotham."

"You call the place that never cured a murderous maniac the 'best mental hospital'? The only one who managed to get out of the hospital was the clown himself,? According to this score,? He's the best in Arkham Psychiatrist." Jason folded his arms, and rolled his eyes at Bruce, obviously.

"Don't say such irrational words, you and I both know that he is an unstable factor."

"I have lived with him for nearly half a year. He did not show the aggressiveness of the clown. I have already contacted him with a psychiatrist. I will also find a solution for his anorexia. There is no problem with putting him outside." Even knowing it's bad, Jason still couldn't help stinging him: "You still don't realize this,? Because you look at Jack like you look at me, you never see him as a friend, just like you never feel I'm your son. Even if you know it, what do we think of you?"

Bruce was silent, he was extraordinarily clumsy in front of his family.Damian once complained that "you are like a wall". Whether it is praise, care, complaint or hatred, he does not respond, as if he does not want to communicate at all, which makes people feel uninteresting.Now he's turned into a wall again, Jason frowned, and just about to turn around and leave, he heard his words coming from behind and caught up with him: "Okay."

Jason paused: "Sometimes your tone really sounds like charity."

Bruce stopped talking again. After a long time, he spit out suddenly: "You are also my son."

"what?"

While the two were talking, Alfred, who was standing aside, coughed lightly: "Both, Mr. Napier has left."

"Gone?" Jason was stunned for a moment, "When?"

Alfred lacked interest. The dessert he had worked so hard to prepare, but the guest didn't take a bite, made him feel unrecognized and disappointed: "While the two of you are talking."

When Jason found Jack, the latter was sitting on a high iron tower watching the sunset.

The twilight slanted from the depths of the distant mountains, like a furnace of molten iron, high-rise buildings stood quietly in the twilight, illuminated by the golden-red light, like several huge and crystal clear glass shards.The windows of the residential area are like a lit galaxy, one after another lights up on the way gradually falling into the night, and the lights of thousands of families in the world are connected in turn.The dreamy scent of rice wafts from a distance, the symbol of home in the world of mortals, and the men and women wandering in the city, like Pavlov's bells, evoking the trivial and terrifying nostalgia deep in Jack's mind—he Can't help but think of Jenny.

very strange.Before that, he even thought of Jenny very few times. In his impression, she was just a symbol that had been alienated to the point of losing her face and personality. This symbol represented the "former wife".He has lost most of his ability to empathize with others, and he has almost no nostalgia for Jenny.But now, a warm current of sadness welled up from the bottom of his heart strangely, and after a long, long time, he realized that he was missing the woman whose face he couldn't remember, maybe not her, but his "home" in the past.

Rather than saying that he came out of Wayne Manor, it was better to say that he escaped from the atmosphere of the Bat family. He couldn't bear the embarrassment and sat among them. Even if he tried to pretend to be intimate, he was just an outsider.And the most important point is that a kind person will be happy when he sees the happiness of others, but he is not, he is a vicious bad person, and a happy family belonging to others will only remind him of his life as an ordinary person in the past, and for this reason And sentimental.

Maybe it's twilight that makes you susceptible.

"Good news, Jack, Batman allows you to move freely in Gotham." Jason's voice came from behind.

"Hmm." Jack nodded unemotionally.

"Why don't you stay? Ah Fu is ready for a big meal."

Jack threw the last beer bottle down: "Bruce, they had a dinner party to welcome you back, and I, a murderer, don't look good sitting at the table. And why are you here? You should be eating by the fireplace surrounded by your family." Turkey dinner."

Jason sat down next to him: "Forget it, Ah Fu is okay, I feel uncomfortable seeing Bruce's face. Every time I see him, I think, why is it not he who resurrected me, but you. I clearly remember him He is my father, no matter how you think about it, he should be the one to do it."

"Are you angry with him just because of this? The time you spend with your family is very short, shorter than you imagined. You should cherish the opportunity to reunite."

"You speak like a middle-aged man with a wife and children and a 30-year mortgage."

Jack was taken aback for a moment, that's right, since he couldn't hear the clown's voice, it seemed that the confinement had expired, and he was slowly changing from a laughing lunatic back to an ordinary person, ordinary people's susceptibility, ordinary people's sadness, Ordinary people's burnout and nostalgia... These once-familiar and unfamiliar feelings are like a small spring that stubbornly pushes open the concrete floor, pouring steamy water into his heart.

but.

But his heart was still so empty.So empty that only the sound of the devil knocking on the door of the heart can be heard.

Jack lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and inhaled slowly.Tar and nicotine calmed him down, but they couldn't bring him happiness. He began to miss the dark alley, the feeling of the knife cutting through the bodies of the juvenile delinquents, and their warm blood spurting, dripping, and dripping down. Mark of.In order to relieve this desire, he took the initiative to change the subject: "There is bad news, Jason, Mrs. Shrike is a woman, and she was the maid of the Wayne family more than 20 years ago."

Jason nodded: "Yeah."

"Aren't you angry?" Jack thought he would insist that Mrs. Shrike must be a man, but he didn't expect his reaction to be so flat.

"I didn't take my dad's words seriously at first. Anyway, he is this kind of person: robbery, lying, unprincipled, abandoning his wife and children... Bad father, worse than Bruce."

Jack sighed, stood up, and looked at the traffic under his feet. Looking down from this height, the pedestrians and traffic were terribly small, like crawling ants.The wind tore the flowing clouds in the sky into cotton wool, and then blew over his whole body with coldness. His long swallowtail was swaying in the wind, as if his whole body was lifted up by the distant wind.This kind of wind makes it easy for people to have an illusion and impulse, that is, let go of your hands and jump down, maybe he can fly.

"Go home and have a meal with your family. I'm going home first. If you want to come and see me, you can come and see me anytime. Here are the keys." Jack turned around and threw him a bunch of small keys.The pair of keys drew an arc in mid-air and fell into Jason's palm. Jason shook the pair of keys and said to him, "Where are you going?"

Jack waved to him: "Go and investigate Mrs. Shrike's case. I have a hunch that something else happened more than 20 years ago."

It is not easy to find someone who died more than 20 years ago.

In Gotham City 24 years ago, most of the files were kept on paper. About ten years ago, the Gotham Police Department began to record files as digital information.But everyone knows what kind of shitty Gotham was. During the recording process, countless files were left behind, lost, or tampered with.What's more, when the incident happened, the Wayne couple passed away, and there was only an 8-year-old heir left in the huge family. All kinds of people who wanted to take advantage of it came to the door one after another, trying to tear a piece of meat from this huge inheritance. It caused Wayne Manor to be in real chaos for a while, and if it wasn't for Alfred's support, the parents' property would have shrunk by at least one-third in Bruce's hands.

During the chaotic period of the Wayne family, all the servants resigned from their jobs one after another when they saw that the master's house was crumbling, and the personnel changes were extremely chaotic.

After all, if, as Bruce said, Mrs. Shrike was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage and came out to work after barely finishing middle school in the community, then this kind of person was no different from a black household in Gotham back then. The files she left And identification is probably pitiful.Sure enough, Jack searched for a needle in a haystack in old cases, but did not find any valuable clues.

He searched for the list of people who were buried at the expense of the Wayne Group with the mentality of fighting three poles, which really allowed him to search for such a more suitable person: Varenma Tina, who used to be the maid of the Wayne family. , died at the age of 26 from heart problems.Because he didn't have any relatives or friends around him when he died, the body was found after being buried in his own residence for three months. At that time, the body was already severely decomposed, and the original appearance could not be seen at all.The police seized the bones of the woman who lived alone and buried her in Sharon Cemetery.