[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

no taste.

Jack cut a piece of chocolate cake, put it in his mouth, the fluffy bread exudes the fragrance of cereals, and the sweet cream slides between his lips and teeth, like a small piece of girl's skin.He squeezed the ball of dessert with his teeth and tongue, pushed it into his molars to grind it,? turned it into a ball of food mixed with saliva, and finally pushed the cake into his throat, contracted and stretched his muscles, and swallowed it slowly.

The conditioned reflex of vomiting and the burning pain of acid water rushing up the esophagus, like a bullet piercing his throat.He rushed into the bathroom quickly, leaned on the sink and began to vomit.

formula.truth.The sweetness of the cake.The smell of barbecue.The fragrance of flowers.Dreamless sleep.Puppy soft fur.I used to like classical music.The warmth of the sun falling on the body.The touch of the brush tip rubbing against the canvas.

These things that once brought him real happiness have lost their original meaning now.

No matter how many times you eat it, the food loses its taste the moment it falls into your mouth, like being turned into stone by an unknown magic in an instant.The taste is like chewing wax, chewing is pain, swallowing is pain, pain all the time, this pain overwhelms hunger, over reason, overwhelmed with stomach acid colic, overwhelmed by the day The body's signal to eat.The brain and the body seem to be split into two unconnected existences. Every night Jack can hear them whispering in his ears, "Eat something,? Eat to live", "Don't" - every night One night, every night, every night.

Want to taste dessert again.Want to sleep well until dawn.Want to make more friends.Want to have the ability to be happy again,? At least some.

want to live.

forgive me.

"Don't...don't kill me!" Madam Shrike screamed in horror. He moved his body and wanted to get out of the bathtub filled with cold water, but he couldn't move his hands and feet flexibly. He was angry and said with puffy eyes: "I still have a secret! I can be your subordinate! I promise that I will be absolutely loyal to you, and I will do whatever you want me to do... The main thing is that you don't kill me!"

"I'm not interested," Jack said lazily.

"I can still...I can still..." Mrs. Shrike stared at a pair of goldfish-like eyes, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration: "Do you want to know that I killed so many people back then, and even the Wayne family directly wrote a letter to report, brother The Tan Police Station won’t even track me down?”

Jack's movements didn't stop: "It's nothing more than some big figures who used the chaos of the Shrike murder to cover up their troubles."

Back then, the Gotham Police Department hadn't pursued the Shrike murder case. The real reason was that Jack thought that the only people who could compete with the Wayne family in Gotham were the Romans or the Court of Owls who hadn't fallen yet.They can get a list of women who have given birth recently, and they also have the power to help Mrs. Shrike cover up the aftermath.

"Don't you want to know who they are?"

Jack smiled, "Tell me."

"Then you have to agree to let me go."

Jack still had a smile on his face. He grabbed Mrs. Shrike's little hair, pressed the latter face down in the water, and lifted him up again when he was about to suffocate. He only felt that his lungs were full of water, and he was panting half-deadly, and every time he took a breath, a small mouthful of water spewed out of his trachea: "I said, I said everything. Back then... back then, cough cough... Back then, I actually didn't It's clear, cough... who exactly sheltered me, but I have a guess, it's the Copperpot family."

"The Copperpot family?"

The most famous figure in the Coppert family is Oswald Chesterfield Coppert, also known as the famous Penguin.

Jack thought for a while, but he didn't take this little matter to heart. He left Mrs. Shrike and turned away.Mrs. Shrike was half submerged in the water. She struggled a few times with her hands and feet, but she still couldn't break free from the chains. Gotham's winter is too cold, and her body immersed in the water has gradually become numb from the cold. Even simple movements like bending and stretching are extremely difficult. If this continues, he might really die from the low temperature. Seeing that Jack turned around and left without thinking about it, he became anxious: "You said you would let me go!"

Jack glanced at him, his golden eyes flashed like a beast, and for a moment Mrs. Shrike thought he was about to kill, but no, the light only flickered for a moment and then went out.He lowered his head, took out the key to the chain from his pocket, and threw it to him.The key sank slowly to the bottom of the water, and the surface exuded a metallic brilliance, like a small fish scale.

Jack ignored Mrs. Shrike, who was desperately fumbling for the key in the dark, and walked out the door with long legs. Layers of dark lead clouds squeezed the sky, blocking all the moonlight, and the icy wind made the sky fall like silk The flowing clouds shattered, and from the depths of the velvety sky, fine snow like gravel floated.With such bad weather, there must be a terrible snowstorm tomorrow.Let's hope the homeless can find charity shelters instead of freezing to death on the streets.

He thought for a while, turned on the phone screen, and edited a text message like this:

Your dad was right.If you have time, go and see him in front of his tomb, he will be very happy.

Click "To: Jason".send.

Hope to sleep well tonight.

I went to sleep until the afternoon, only to be woken up by the alarm clock.

The weather was still too cold, Jack huddled under the light, soft and warm eiderdown quilt, and shivered with the cold when the heater was turned on to the maximum. No wonder the TV station said that this winter was the coldest in Gotham in 30 years.He stretched out a hand to turn off the alarm clock, and after resurrecting Jason, it was rare for him to sleep so comfortably that he was half asleep and half awake, and couldn't remember why he set the alarm clock, anyway, it wasn't for taking medicine.He didn't bother to think about it, rolled up the quilt and prepared to continue to sleep, when suddenly he patted his butt with both hands.Followed by a familiar voice: "Aren't you awake? Still asleep?"

"...I'm the same age as your Batpapa, please show me some elder respect." Jack wanted to cover his head with a pillow.

"You know you're the same age as Bruce? Why didn't you know that when you went to the amusement park to get water guns to feed the kids?" Jason patted him, "Get up, get up."

"I don't go to work or school, why wake me up..." Jack hummed.

"Did you forget to make an appointment with a psychologist for you today?" Jason knew from his expression that he really forgot, "Get up and get dressed, it's snowing heavily, I'll drive you there."

"Is it snowing outside?" Jack heard the sound of snowflakes hitting the glass at this moment.

"Well, but not to the extent of a snowstorm."

Jack lazily got up from the bed, put on a black wig, and put a flesh-colored foundation on his pale skin.He wore elegant silver-rimmed glasses with slender chains on the temples that snaked around his thin neck.He looked in the mirror, his brows and eyes still had the familiar outline, but the clown who lost his pale complexion seemed to have lost his soul. He changed from a lunatic feared by everyone to a gentle scholar, and even looked a little weak. Associated him with the Joker.He shook his head, discarding this impression, and rummaged in the closet.Going out to meet an ordinary person this time, he can't dress like an aristocratic crown prince attending a Nobel Prize dinner.

"The clothes have been sent to the laundry." When Jason came in with a plate of fried buttered bacon, Jack scratched his hair and said to him, "This is the only thing left."

He pulled out the suit from the closet—the red coat, the bright yellow vest and the dark green shirt, the colors were bright red and green, it looked like a palette dropped on the ground, or a plate of rotten salad.

Jason was speechless. Jack seemed to be unable to get rid of the shadow of the clown from the beginning to the end, but the red suit was at least much better than the flamboyant gay purple dress. He hated the clown's purple eggplant outfit since Robin , was simply doing violence to his eyes.He could only say: "Whatever, hurry up, the appointment time is coming."

Jack, dressed like a tomato, yawns and gets into the Maybach.

He fell asleep in the car for a while, and let Jason drag his arm into the counseling room as if he was sleepwalking. The heating in the room was turned on very high, making him drowsy again.Jason hit him twice before he barely woke up and looked around.

He was sitting on a large and soft leather sofa, surrounded by a few crayon drawings that were obviously drawn by children, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the consultation room, one could see the In the gray and white Gotham, the buildings, roads and crowds are like children's building blocks.He was watching with relish, when suddenly the door was pushed open, and a psychiatrist in a white coat walked in.

Unexpectedly, she was a rather young woman, wearing loose casual clothes, straight jeans exposed under a white coat, and a pair of small black leather shoes on the soles of her feet.The warm yellow wall lamp fell on the doctor's face, giving her skin a porcelain-like texture. Her light golden hair was as flowing as clouds, fluffy and curving, like golden seaweed, hanging down to her plump chest. She stood There, it is not only radiant, like a jumping, extremely dazzling flame, but also so delicate and beautiful, like a rose flower adorned with fresh dew.

Jason watched Jack's reaction calmly. The latter seemed to be shaken by the doctor's beauty. He stared blankly at the doctor's face for a while, and suddenly his more serious and tense expression relaxed. Missing him, he said dreamily: "Oh, this is really..."

Successful.

Jason heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. To be honest, pushing such a psychiatrist in front of Jack was a risk. Neither he nor Batman could predict what kind of reaction Jack would give, and it would be troublesome if he was stimulated.But now it seems that it should have a positive effect.

It is no accident that this psychiatrist can appear here. Batman used the bat computer to screen tens of thousands of photos around the world, and specially invited a suitable candidate from another country. In fact, she is not so beautiful. The reason why she looks brilliant It's because the rich Master Wayne hired several beauticians to make up and style her specially, and the money and physical effort had only one purpose, making the psychiatrist look more like a dead woman.

Jenny Napier.