[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Jack can't do that."

Batman took off his helmet and upper body armor, revealing a body/body that is more toned than ancient Greek sculptures. He put one hand on his waist and asked Alfred to bandage his wound. Jason's words seemed to have not fallen through. into his ear,? He turned his head,? Didn't look at the other party: "But the fact is like this,? He shot at me."

"Can't someone else take him away? Ambushed you on the way?"

Batman glanced at him coldly: "You think I'm going to misread the Joker's unique way of making bombs/bombs? What's his favorite thing to use as a timer? What do you like to do with the leads, I know Very much."

"And so do your old friends in Arkham."

His eyes—damn, he showed the look that Jason has always hated,? As if looking at a vexatious child,? He shook his head, his tone was so cold that he shattered Jason's last illusion : "No, Jason,? Don't take chances,? It's Jack who betrayed us. I called you here to prepare you. He is very familiar with you, and he is very likely to attack you."

A suffocating silence spread between the two. Sometimes Jason felt that they were destined not to be father and son. It was just an adult who had lost his parents forcibly mixed another child who had lost his parents. The proof was that the two of them Always repeating such embarrassing moments,? Finally, Jason looked at him fixedly, and the flames of the young Robin in his eyes began to jump, so bright,? So dazzling: "I don't believe you,? I'll go find him."

"return!"

Batman felt that this moment was extremely familiar. It almost made his scalp explode. He wanted to pounce on him and stop his son. Now that Jack's situation is unknown, it is very likely that the clown has returned again. Unfortunately, this time he must not be allowed to go deep alone.But Jason was faster than he was, darting forward like a rabbit, disappearing into the elevator going up the Batcave.

"Why didn't you stop him?" He looked at Alfred who looked like a wooden man beside him.

Alfred sighed, this time, it was his turn to look at Batman like a child: "Master, let him go, Jack is also his friend."

Batman was silent, and finally lowered his head. The cold light emitted by the bat computer coated his curved spine with a layer of shiny fur. The picture of Jack appeared on the dark blue computer screen. The latter faced the camera sideways, looking straight up In the front, black and green curly hair is gathered behind his head. He wears a pair of scholarly gold-rimmed glasses. His long eyelashes are half down. His tall nose casts a shadow on his cheeks. The eyes are hidden in the deep eye sockets, as bright as a lion, like a ball of jumping magic fire.

Batman caressed the wound on his arm left by the explosion, and sighed deeply, deeply: "Jack..."

the next morning.

"We have received a threatening letter." Standing on the top floor of the Gotham Police Station, the wind blew his old tan coat, he handed a flat letter to Batman, "I'm going out Discussing the recent robbery with Detective Bullock, and this letter is on my desk when I get back, the office is on the fourth floor, and I was only out for 15 minutes."

Batman frowned, the envelope was blank, no stamp, no postmark, just a sealing seal on the back, a figure of intertwined belladonna flowers.Before he came, Director Gordon had already opened the letter and told him the general content of it. When he opened the envelope, he saw a few lines of beautiful and exquisite cursive English:

To Commissioner Gordon:

I have a good friend who came from afar, you can call him Mr. Bomb, he is going to Amphora Cinemas to attend the premiere of "Beautiful Agent" on the afternoon of the 19th, I hope you can take care of me Take care of me a lot.

Say hello to dear Bat for me.

Your long lost friend? walter siegel richard

"How's the Amphora Cinema?" Batman frowned tightly, and put away the important evidence by himself.

"The premiere will definitely be postponed. The evacuation work has been completed. I asked the explosion-proof personnel to go in and search, but there is no news yet."

Strangely, Batman disappeared without turning his head, but squatted on the gargoyle like a pitch-black bat. There seemed to be an unspeakable silence for a moment, and then he said: "Let the policemen come out, I will deal with it, and write threats." I have clues to the person who believed it. Tell the police to pay attention to the surrounding crowd, and the prisoner will definitely hide nearby to observe the situation, and arrest anyone suspicious immediately.”

Gordon nodded. Based on his accumulated trust in Batman over the years, he immediately ordered the explosion-proof soldiers to leave. The evacuation of the personnel has been completed. Not only the Amphora Cinema, but also the surrounding buildings have been cleared. The theater has established a circle of no-man's land in the center.Batman walked into the Amphora Cinema from the patio on the top floor in a Batfighter. Due to the hasty evacuation, some of the equipment hadn't been turned off. In the empty hall, there were only lights and the sound of machines running. Tombstones lined with crimson chairs stared ghostly at the man standing in the center of the stage.

"Jack!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the empty auditorium, also empty, "Listen, Jack, I don't know why you're doing this, but there must be a reason, and I can help you. Trust me Me, you are my friend too."

no respond.

Batman got the expected dead silence, he was not discouraged, but while looking around, looking for a place to hide the bomb/bomb, he persuaded: "You must have installed surveillance in the theater, don't be silent, tell me what happened What. You and me, it shouldn't be like this between us."

Still no one answered.

Batman still wanted to persuade him, but the despicable silence was broken by the sound he suddenly remembered. It was the beeping sound of the timer starting to count down. His heart tightened, he rolled up his cloak and rushed out of the door, smashing the glass of the French window and jumping out. Behind him, flames from the explosion almost brushed against his back, and the heat wave scorched the pitch-black armor.During the fall, he used a rope hook gun as a buffer, and rolled a few times on the hard concrete floor to relieve the impact on his body.Fortunately, the scale of the explosion this time was relatively small, far less serious than the one at the suburban villa last night, probably only enough to blow up a screening hall, and he was not injured by it.

He turned his head, and besides the billowing smoke from the window, there was also a figure standing on the roof. The other person was wearing a black raincoat. Under the harsh backlight, his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood. It was blurry like wearing a pitch-black mask.Batman saw the silhouette-like figure beckoning to him in the dense gunpowder smoke, holding the bomb remote control in his hand.Enduring the pain, he swung the rope hook gun, rushed to the roof quickly, and climbed over the iron railing, but there was no one on the top floor.

Jack melted into the world of Gotham like the wind, without footprints, smells, or traces to follow.Maybe this is the first time he's fooled the world's greatest detective, but Batman knows he's always been able to, Jack's a smart guy, he never sets his guard against him, he's able to catch up to Jack because Jack wants him to catch up.Now he doesn't want it anymore, so he doesn't leave a trace, as if he wants to cut off all the connections between them, very heartless.

"Going so fast." Batman stood where Jack was standing just now, and reached out to touch the low wall he was holding on to at that time. There was still a trace of body temperature on the cold tiles.

The bombing/bombing is still going on.

In one week, the police received a total of four threatening letters. Each threatening letter stated the location and detonation time of the bomb/bomb. Fortunately, the letters were delivered quite early. Every time, time was deliberately allowed for the police station to evacuate the crowd. Although some buildings were destroyed and some people were injured in the stampede during the chaos, no one was injured.

"What the hell is he trying to do?" Batman slammed his mask on the Batcomputer's console a little annoyed.He was sure that Jack stayed at the crime scene every time the bombing/bombing happened, but except for the first time, he didn't find Jack's shadow again. This man seemed to have really become the thick fog that haunted Gotham.

He can't help being irritable, the bombing/explosion made him confirm, the clown is not awake, he won't allow time to evacuate the crowd.The criminal is Jack.What made him angry was not what Jack did, but Jack's attitude.He seemed to be a different person overnight, completely refusing to communicate with him. He was sure that Jack had received the message and definitely read it, but he didn't respond at all, and all contacts fell into the sea.This is completely different from before. In the past, Jack would come to him no matter how painful and unbearable he was. He had a natural trust and dependence on Batman. Now this trust has disappeared, and Jack is rejecting him with all his strength. .

Why?Is it because of the psychiatrist?

No... It might indeed be a bad move to let the psychiatrist look close to his dead wife, but to make up for it, Jack must be caught, and the most important thing now is to find Jack's trace.It is impossible for such a big living person to disappear, no matter how cautious he is, he will definitely leave clues.

What on earth is he trying to do, write threatening letters, plant bombs, evacuate the crowd, hide at the crime scene... just to cause chaos?

He was sitting on a chair, rubbing his temples irritably. Suddenly, his communicator rang, and the bat computer reminded him that an unfamiliar signal was being connected.As if there was a strange feeling somewhere, he sensed who the visitor was from the string of unfamiliar garbled characters, and with emotions that he couldn't even explain, he connected the communication.

Long silence, silence, silence.Almost suffocating.After what seemed like a long time, a voice came from the other end of the communicator: "I saw my long-lost enemy again, and my wound suddenly bleeds again*." (from "Feder" by Jean Racine) "