[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

There was another silence,? There was only the noise of unstable current in the communicator, and Batman silently said to Tim who was sitting on the side with his lips: I will hold him,? You locate it as soon as possible.Then he coughed and said, "Jack, how are you doing?"

Jack seemed to smile slightly, and he couldn't hear it because he was surrounded by noise: "Bat, am I doing well?"

Batman was silent for a moment: "I believe you have a last resort reason, I can help you."

There was a sound of clothes rubbing on the other side of the communicator,? Then there was the sound of a lighter being ignited,? Batman could imagine how Jack took out a cigarette from his pocket,? Lighted it again,? Passing the cigarette to the same pale lips, this simple movement has a deadly elegance and sexiness, like a black poisonous snake.Jack took a deep breath of the cigarette and let it out with what seemed to be a long sigh: "No reason,? I do all this just for fun, bat, don't pretend to be surprised,? You know who I am,? And always You know me better than I do on this day of preparedness. I'm like this,? You should be relieved,? The boots are finally on the ground."

"I did guard against you,? Calculated you, I don't deny it, this is my duty. You made a big fuss, but you didn't hurt anyone. It proves that you still have a bottom line. It's just venting your emotions. Tell me What made you what you are now."

Jack sneered a few times: "Bat, I really wanted to kill you at my villa, at the Amphora Cinema. I wish you hadn't been blown to pieces. From now on, there will be no Batman or Joker in Gotham. Without the Wayne family, no one can torture me anymore, don't tell me you don't feel it."

"But I'm still alive."

"Yes, you're still alive. Why are you always alive, why are you never dead..."

At this moment, even Batman didn't know whether he was Jack or the clown. Jack's tone was no different from the clown in his memory, it was exactly the same, full of resentment and deep fascination.He was speechless for a moment because of the familiar tone, and still said: "Believe me, Jack, I asked the psychiatrist to dress up as your wife to make you relax. Your nerves are too tense and you are prone to problems." .Maybe it was self-defeating and reminded you of some painful memories, sorry."

"Jenny how did she die?"

Batman hesitated, "I don't know."

"Did I kill it?"

"I don't know, Jack. According to the files, you disappeared earlier than her, but your information is lost, and I didn't find much useful things. I only found your marriage relationship, a few Photos, and missing reports of you and her... nothing else. I swear."

Alfred turned his head to look at Batman's face. When he said "I swear", his expression, tone, heartbeat and rhythm did not fluctuate at all, as if he was completely unaware that what he spit out from his own lips was lie.In a sense, Batman becomes an accomplice to the Joker, who holds the past hostage and straps the noble hero to his dastardly chariot, forcing him to lie to Jack with a truncated truth.

"Don't swear, bat, all you can find out is what he left on purpose, presumably he has taken care of everything, and no clues will fall into our hands. Besides, I don't care about this anymore, I don't care about her Life and death have no interest,"

Batman glanced to the side, and Tim gestured to him to show that he was close to positioning, and told Batman to hold him back and not hang up.Batman nodded silently, and continued: "I know you are under a lot of pressure, and I don't mean to blame you. The buildings you blow up can be rebuilt, and the Wayne Group can help you reimburse them. Don't have too much psychological burden .Me and Jason have been looking for you again, tell me where you are now, and I will go there right away."

"Are you bringing the golden potion of destruction?"

Batman froze for a moment, and then he saw the broken line of the sound wave on the screen of the Batcomputer turned into an invariable straight line, a cold chuckle flew out from the communicator, and then it went blank.Jack has hung up.He sat on the chair and pondered for a while, half of his face was sunk in the shadows, maybe he was hurt by Jack's words, but when he raised his head, the expression on his face was the same as before.He put on his helmet and turned to look at Tim: "Did you find him?"

"Found it." Tim sent the message to Batman: "He opened a new amusement park on the outskirts of Gotham!"

In the afternoon in Gotham, the sun shines through the gaps in the clouds, as if throwing a lot of silver sand to the world.

The people who got off work were noisy, and the light from the street made the sky a warm yellow.The dusty white doves rise and fall, the singing of birds is heard from afar, the rumble of the factory is mixed with the whispers of the women, gradually turning into the most common and warm red dust, buried in the old soil of history .Jack took a deep breath of the cigarette and exhaled it. The smoke curled up, and the sky was shimmering and broken.Evening has not yet arrived, and the sky is still soft and silent to a heartbreaking sapphire blue, like a velvet dress worn by a beautiful lady in the Baroque era. The clouds on the edge of the dome were cut to pieces by the wind, like layers of gorgeous white lace.In the breeze with the inaudible scent of roses, he heard the sound of the waves faintly.

There was a sound of a large bird landing behind him, and he didn't look back: "Here it is? I finally understand why you like to stand on a gargoyle. Gotham is indeed beautiful from a height."

Batman stood on a steel bracket not far behind him, his black cloak hanging down softly.The scenery here is indeed very good, if you ignore how dangerous Jack's standing position is-

"It's too dangerous here." He said in a deep voice.

The "Eye of the Typhoon" Ferris wheel built in the newly opened amusement park in Gotham City is more than 190 meters above the ground.The ferris wheel stopped due to an accident, and the nearby crowd had been evacuated, and there was no one else in the playground except them.The cockpit under Jack's feet has risen to the highest point, and he is standing on the top of the cockpit, wearing a red suit he is not familiar with. Shen will slip on the soles of his feet.He didn't have any protective measures on his body, and the only half of his foot stepped on the edge of the cockpit. Batman carefully observed the swinging arc of the clothes, it was very light, without unnatural drape, and it was obvious that there was no vagina hidden under the coat.

"Don't go any further." Jack shook the only weapon in his hand at him, a beautiful and slender pistol with six shiny brass bullets in the magazine.

"You want to jump off?"

"Who knows?" Jack opened his arms, and the oncoming wind blew the hem of his dress fluttering, "Bat, I took a hostage in the amusement park, where do you think he is?"

Without waiting for Batman's answer, he raised his pistol/gun and aimed the muzzle at his chin: "Oh, here it is."

"What do you want, Jack."

"I don't know what I want to do," Jack said dreamily: "Maybe I just want to have fun, eat something, sleep well, find a job, and study some math problems. I want to live this life, no matter what It’s fine to use any means... even bombs. Bats, this is the funniest part, you might as well tell me a joke if you try your best to solve it, at least the latter will make me laugh.”

"You are just sick and need psychological counseling, which is not shameful."

Jack looked at him for a while, his eyes were as deep as a well: "I planted so many bombs in Gotham City, even so, you still want to persuade me to go back?"

"Even so."

"Sometimes I really want to hate you, but you never give me this chance." Jack stopped looking at him, but stared at the gradually sinking sunset, "You never wonder why I am a clown and why you are a bat Hero? Why do I have to endure the neurosis hidden in my head, he cries and screams in my ears, never dies, curses me forever. I have to sacrifice sleep for him, suffer side effects of medicine, just because I am his The jailer... I live for him."

"It's not like that, you are you."

"No..." Jack looked at the empty "1/2" on the system interface, and felt that the simple two numbers were like a dagger pierced into his heart. His heart burst, and bright red, hot blood dripped from the wound. blood, "you just think of me as a clown. Your friendship with me and your patience with me are all out of fear. You are afraid that the clown will come back. Bat, no matter how you explain, you can't deny that you want to control Me, otherwise why would you dress up that psychiatrist as Jenny?"

"I want you to relax, make new friends, and have a place away from the clowns."

"No, no matter how high-sounding you say, you definitely have an idea deep in your heart. That is to use my nostalgia for Jenny to make me empathize with that psychiatrist. If I can fall in love with her, things will change. It’s much easier to control, she will provide you with a steady stream of information, and even tell you what color underwear I wear!” Jack became more and more excited, his chest heaved violently, like a broken bellows. Gasp: "Batman, you know what I was thinking when I saw that therapist, I think you need psychological counseling more than me. Who would have such a desire to control a friend?! Why would I trust you, feel Can you stand up to a clown? After all, what is the difference between you to me and him to me?!"

Batman didn't speak, just looked at the emotional Jack quietly, Jack lowered his head deeply, and took a deep breath: "Why did I think you weren't crazy before, Batman?"