[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"How's the effect?"

Jason glanced at Jack, who had a good chat with the psychiatrist? The latter was happily telling jokes to the beautiful psychiatrist. It seemed that he slept well before coming here, and his face was always lifeless. Rarely has some vitality.He bowed his head silently, and replied a text message to Bruce: better than we imagined.

On the other side, Bruce rubbed his chin in thought for a moment, put his phone in his pocket, and looked at the old photos displayed on the bat computer,? In the photo was a woman with short blonde hair,? She was wearing a white apron,? Hot gloves,? Taking out a hot pizza from the oven, aware of someone being filmed,? She turned her head,? Showed an almost transparent smile to the camera.

Jenny Napier.

Jack's late wife.

Find a well-established psychiatrist,? Dress her up like the dead wife,? Send her to the crazy husband,? Doing this is somewhat murderous,? Bruce is very clear, this is definitely a radical choice, Even he couldn't judge Jack's reaction.So he arranged some gentle factors to reduce the excitement of the sudden appearance of his dead wife on Jack.The psychiatrist's appearance is not exactly the same as Jenny's, but he has made some similar dresses: blond hair, hairpins, jeans... Ke can't remember the faces of Jenny and his mother? These familiar elements will arouse the instinctive intimacy in Jack's heart .

If Jack's current mental state is not too bad,? Anorexia and depression have shown no signs of improvement, but have become more serious,? He would not use this method with too many variables,? In case one is not corrected,? It will be troublesome to turn into drinking poison to quench thirst.

The mental stress Jack felt came from the Joker.

In his life, he was shrouded in the shadow of the clown all the time, and the shadow of the clown was strangling his throat like a devil, tightening it tighter, making it more and more difficult to breathe.He saw Batman think of the clown, saw Jason think of the clown, saw himself in the mirror thinking of the clown, the pressure would only increase, until it finally crushed him completely.Rather than encouraging him to persevere in vain, it is better to find a place for him to escape.

Someone he doesn't think of the Joker when he sees him.

There are too few people who are included in the category of friends by Jack, and only Batman is the only one. If the category of friends is expanded to the category of close people, Jason can also make up everyone's head. His range of friends is pitifully narrow.After much deliberation, Bruce still pulled Jenny out.

Of course, all of this is done through the psychiatrist. She is a doctor of psychology from a prestigious university, and she knows who she is about to face, and she also knows the stakes of this matter.Jason will watch them as a third party. After all, the clown has a history of driving psychiatrists crazy, and no one wants to make a nostalgic remake of the classic Harley Quinn.

"How do you feel?" While Bruce was thinking, the brief counseling session was over, and Jason walked up and tugged at the hem of Jack's clothes, asking.

Jack showed a rare blurred look, as if he was in a complicated dream: "Well, she is beautiful, and... makes me feel very familiar..."

It should be a success.Jason let out a sigh of relief.

The relationship between Jack and the Joker was told by Batman. The news surprised him, but he wasn't particularly surprised. Maybe he had a premonition in his heart.The clown is a disgusting and despicable psycho, of course he doesn't want to see Jack continue to be influenced by him, the best ending is that the clown is completely crushed by Jack, and will never be resurrected in this body, so that Jack can return to physical and mental health normal people, everyone can live a happy life.

The reason why he didn't object was that he hoped that this woman, who resembled his late wife, could make Jack recall some normal love, understand that there is no future in the sick relationship woven by the clown, and now he withdraws and cuts off the relationship between the two of them. The connection between them can also be regarded as a timely stop loss.

If only he could love someone else.

A lot happened in Gotham in January.

First there was chaos in Arkham Asylum, and a bunch of well-known criminal madmen ran around, causing the vigilantes and the Gotham Police Department to struggle; followed by Amanda Waller's suicide squad, the group The scumbags who occasionally do some good deeds play some traditional arts by the way, and Batman breaks a few of their bones and throws them out of Gotham, and they are also troubled by Amanda Waller in the legal process.

The only good news is that Mrs. Shrike has been arrested and brought to justice.

"Mrs. Shrike is still alive?" Jack said slightly surprised.

Jason watched as he peeled off the plastic cake paper, cut off a small piece of chocolate cake, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it carefully for a while, and swallowed it, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, without vomiting or showing pain, just like He ate it like a normal person, and thought to himself: Maybe the good news should add the fact that Jack's condition has improved.

He had already decided to take a different path from Batman, and only occasionally went back to Wayne Manor to get together for Alfred's sake.There have been frequent incidents this month, and it has not been peaceful. They are in a hurry to deal with emergencies, and it is impossible to watch Jack all the time.When the two of them came back to their senses, they realized that the high-paid psychologist was not a vase. She was worthy of her doctorate in psychology. Jack's mental condition improved a lot, and his weight began to increase. No obvious effect has been achieved after management and management. Sure enough, professional things should be done by professional people.

"Mrs. Shrike was lying in the ICU of the hospital for half a month due to frostbite, and she just woke up yesterday." Jason took the cake he handed over.

"He recruited them all?"

"No, it's inhumane to record a statement right after waking up. It's suspected of extorting a confession. Detective Bullock and the others plan to wait for the prisoner to recover for a while. Anyway, they found evidence from 24 years ago, and DNA comparison can be performed."

Too bad, I didn't expect him to be alive.He shouldn't smugly reveal his plan like an evil big boss, if he tells Batman he'll be in trouble.It was a matter of violently beating juvenile offenders before, and my intuition told Jack that Batman knew that he did it, but he did not cause serious injuries, so he simply turned a blind eye to him.This time he really wanted Mrs. Shrike to die, and he didn't know if Batman would continue to be so kind to him.

What should I do? Do you want to seal it?

No, even if Mrs. Shrike told him, he could just say "just scare him", but if he wanted to kill someone to keep his mouth shut, he would have crossed the line.

Only then did Jack realize the disadvantages of making friends with vigilantes-you have to abide by the rules they set for you.When you want to do something innocuous, you're on the spot waiting for your bat friend to throw you in jail.

Forget it, just pretend to be pitiful when the time comes.

As Jack was thinking, he turned on the TV with the remote control, and the calm voice of the host came from the speaker: "...Recently, experts have noticed that bad culture is popular among school teenagers, such as 'stealing games' and 'puncture therapy'. The President issued a warning on this: We should strengthen ideological and cultural construction, be vigilant and crack down on illegal and criminal acts, and always reject any three-no books that beautify illegal acts, have zero tolerance for crimes, and never treat criminals and mental patients as fashion Star chasing..."

Jack snapped the TV off.

"what happened to you?"

"I'm too lazy to see the faces of my colleagues in Arkham." Jack snorted.

Jason didn't continue chatting with him, but got up to leave.The coming spring is the season of high crime in Gotham. He and Batman are getting busy day by day, and the time spent in the villa is getting shorter and shorter.Anyway, Jack ran to the psychiatrist if he had nothing to do, and he probably didn't feel lonely. Jason thought it was good. They couldn't tie Jack's friendship range to the Wayne's house and Arkham. One day he would have the shadow of the clown Friends outside the circle, it is also good to get in touch with ordinary people outside the circle as soon as possible.

Before he went out, he waved to Jack: "The cake is not bad, where did you buy it?"

"The dessert shop on the corner of Queen Maria Street." Jack didn't look back, lacking in interest.

He swallowed the last piece of cake, looked left and right to confirm that Jason was really gone, and then walked to the kitchen in plush slippers, opened the refrigerator door, and took out an apple, which was not sold by the supermarket for Christmas Discounted fruit.He opened his mouth, took a bite, and chewed mechanically a few times. The muscles in his throat contracted to swallow the chyme, but then he bent down and spit the chewed apple into the trash can.This was followed by severe vomiting, and his retching was so severe that he even wondered if his esophagus had ruptured.

no taste.It didn't get better.

No matter what I ate, I couldn't swallow it down, and the degree of pain increased day by day.The whole person is like a string stretched to the extreme, and just "eating" is to make up for the unbearable weight.

Just now, he suddenly developed an unspeakable hatred for Jason. He hated his friend's thoughtfulness. As long as Jason can take a step forward, maybe he can overcome this damn shame.Sometimes, he can't bear the tacit understanding between him and the members of the Bat family, and it's hard for him to bear that they treat him like a patient and don't give him care that would make him feel offensive. For example, Jason never asks what is his relationship with the clown, Like Jack wouldn't tell him the cake was stolen swag.

At that time, at that time... the beverages placed on the shelves, the bright red apples on the fruit stand, and the cakes displayed in the transparent window, as if there was a terrible magic power, bewitched him, his hands, his legs and brain.As if a despicable devil broke into his body, he couldn't help reaching out, hiding the stolen goods in his pocket, and then walked out of the door as if nothing had happened.After turning around a few blocks, he arrived at a place where there was no one else. He couldn't think about it, couldn't care about being ashamed. He couldn't wait to tear open the package and swallow the food.

Why steal.

Why can't I eat it if it's not stolen food.

I have never done any heinous and bad things, why should I have such a shameful disease.