[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Calm down, Jack." Batman made a push-down gesture. "I'm sorry for reminding you of bad memories, but it's not that bad,? We can talk about it."

Jack looked at him coldly: "Don't go any further."

Batman glanced at his foot that was only half on the ground,? With the current wind speed and the distance between the two,? With Jack unwilling to cooperate,? The risk of jumping up and hugging Jack is too great , easy to evolve into a falling accident.He weighed it in his heart, and temporarily suppressed this thought: "Don't be so excited, Jack, I never thought of hurting you."

"Yeah, you didn't, but neither did he." Jack licked his lips, "That's the funniest part of the me-you joke,? The clown is a nagging bastard,? He never wanted to I disappeared,? But you thought,? You even did, if it wasn't for him,? I would have died at Harley's hand that day, all you could do was mourn for me,? But you probably wouldn't regret it .He loves me so much, he believes I'm totally different from him,? But you don't believe it,? You think we are two faces of a two-faced man. He never tried to control me,? But you tried. As long as I refuse He,? He won’t appear again,? But I can never refuse you, you let your son watch me closely, you can’t wait to put bugs all over my room, Batman, you and him, who makes me more pain?"

"Stop it!" Batman cut him off. "I admit I've let you down, Jack. I used dishonorable means, but that's all I can do. I want to save you. I don't want you to fall. .I didn’t grab your hand at the ACE chemical plant, this time I don’t want to watch you fall again.”

He looked back at Jack, but the latter was not moved by him, but his face was ashen. The brilliance in his eyes was like a candle flickering in the wind and rain, and it was extinguished in an instant, and there was only suffocating darkness in the golden pupils.He shook his head: "No, Bat, the one you missed was the clown, not me."

He opened his arms, his dark green curly hair fluttered in the warm sunset, every strand of hair was smudged with crimson light, and for the first time there was a slight color of blood on that pale face.The twilight was thick, and a bright edge was drawn on his dress that was rolled up by the wind. The texture of this moment was like an oil painting in the Renaissance era.Batman saw him take a step back, just a step—

There is an abyss beneath your feet.

The process of falling was like flying, as if the heavy body had turned into a light feather, lifted by the wind blowing past the ears.Only after falling can we understand why people always have the urge to jump down when they stand on a high place. Perhaps human beings have longed for flying from the depths of their genes.When they stared at the sky of the exhibition plateau, they were heartbroken by the empty blue. The sky means freedom and not being bound by external objects. The sky is the hope hidden in everyone's blood.

Jack closed his eyes, the breath of the wind was like the smoothest velvet, and the process of falling seemed to be infinitely elongated, as if billions of years had passed or even a moment, in the dark depths shaped by his eyelids, the only thing he could avoid, time had passed Lost meaning.

Suddenly, a pair of hands caught him.

The familiar smell of sea salt perfume hits the face and lingers in the nose.It seems to be in the center of the golden wheat field again, with the breeze blowing, the golden wheat waves undulate gradually like waves.He remembered the voice that made him miss day and night again, almost bringing tears to his eyes: "You are back again."

He closed his eyes and whispered, "I miss you so much."

Batman saw his movement, rushed up the moment he fell, and grabbed his hand.He hugged Jack tightly with one hand, and swung the rope hook gun with the other hand, and the other end of the rope was put on the steel frame of the ferris wheel.The two hugged and fell, until the tight rope held them firmly, the feeling of weightlessness was over, and the overweight feeling made Batman's arm muscles sore for a while.He glanced aside, and the left/wheel/hand/gun, which was as beautiful as a work of art, fell down like a drop of golden tears.

Sighing in his heart, he slid down steadily and quickly with Jack in his arms, and landed on the ground in just a few breaths. Tim, who had evacuated the crowds in the amusement park with Director Gordon not long ago, appeared in time, leaned over, and looked at Jack. Closed eyes: "fainted?"

Before becoming Batman's Robin, he had carefully studied the Gotham vigilante, and also made a very similar clipping file for the Gotham knight's mortal enemy, even though the clown is an antisocial lunatic who should be shot a hundred times, But his origin, experience and criminal career are quite legendary. Tim has heard his stories throughout his teenage years, but when they meet, the clown is already another person.He looked at the face that often appeared in newspapers before, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch it. Because a layer of stratum corneum was burned off by chemical acid, Jack's skin had a strange texture. It was fine, but it was very thin. Dry and stretched like a sheet of paper.

"Let Alfred prepare the high-voltage collar and electromagnetic shackles, and I'll take him back to Wayne Manor immediately." Batman patted Tim's hand off, and hugged Jack horizontally.

Tim hesitated for a moment: "Maybe we should send him to Arkham Asylum, where the best psychiatrists in the entire southern United States work and can provide him with the best treatment."

"They won't babysit him at all, they just want to freeze him into a popsicle, or watch him stab a blade into his wrist." After Batman said this, he was silent for a while, probably thinking of making Jack Frozen into a popsicle also has his credit, "There are too many people in this city who want him to die, and he is one of them."

Maybe it's a good thing he died like this...

This idea popped up in the minds of the two of them at the same time.They looked up at each other, and read in each other's eyes the exact same momentary evil as their own, for which neither of them spoke, Batman walked forward with Jack in his arms, and the atmosphere was as solemn as a disciple holding him down. Christ the Son of the Cross.

Jack is dreaming.

He felt a destiny-like calling, walking like someone holding his hand in the dark. Finally he opened his eyes, and when he saw a turbulent sea, a silver full moon hung on the sky, like mercury. The brilliance of the sky illuminates the whitewashed waves, and the dark sea is like the folds of a velvet skirt, so bright and soft, and every wave has an unspeakable poetic flavor.The breath of the sea breeze blows towards the face, mixed with a slight salty astringency, which makes the skin slightly painful when bitten.He was sitting on a wooden chair, and the sea breeze blew his curly hair, as gentle as a lover's arm.

His heart suddenly calmed down, and the stormy emotions disappeared, replaced by a sense of serenity, completeness, and joy.After a short period of self-destruct, he suddenly began to love life, love this star like a broken diamond, the empty sky, and the most gentle sea in the world.

"You went to the human world and chose to come back to me." A familiar voice beside me said.

Jack was silent for a long time: "Why did this happen? I thought you were gone, and I could live a happier life. Why am I still in so much pain, more painful than loving you..."

"Because I gave you the illusion, Jack. In this world, nobility and happiness have always been two different things. There are very few people who can get pleasure from pure nobility. Why is the man who cuts meat and feeds eagles a saint, because no one can Do it." The clown patted him on the back pretending to be considerate, "Everyone just feeds the cats and dogs, puts a dollar or two in the donation box, and enjoys the satisfaction brought by these actions."

"Why, I can't understand it at all. I thought I was different from you, but I still..."

The Joker said with an expression that almost burst out of laughter: "Do you think other people are different from us? Or do you think other people have noble sentiments? No, Batman doesn't, neither do I, and everyone doesn't. Batman doesn't fight criminals out of justice, just Because it's cool to beat scum with my fists. I don't kill people to prove I'm evil, but it's fun to see the heads of living people smashed. Only you are serious, and at the end of the day, everyone lives just to have fun."

Jack was silent for a moment: "I will never agree with your idea."

The clown really laughed, and the laughter grew louder and louder, as if the whole sky was shaking from the laughter, he was out of breath from laughing, and seemed to be about to roll under the chair.In the end, he stopped laughing slowly, and hiccupped because of the pain: "To be honest, my dear, you laughed at me, you don't think you are a real person, do you?"

"I can talk, pant, cry, laugh and hurt, why not?"

The clown smiled and shook his head, forcing him to turn his face and look directly at himself: "Honey, it seems that you didn't listen to my words at all. I told you that I already knew that I was a character in the story. This character has lived for more than 80 years, and countless people have written different stories with me as the protagonist or supporting role. Sometimes I am an ordinary person who fell into the chemical pool, sometimes I am Batman's half brother, sometimes I Even his mother, Martha Wayne. But you think you're not?"

Jack froze for a moment, and a terrible thought came to his mind, like a cold snake slipping into his spine: "No, I'm not. I'm someone outside this world, I used to... I used to watch Through your comics, you and Batman's..."

"Whether you were in the past or not, you are now. Why do you think you can live a happy life?" The clown smiled and leaned close to his ear, his warm breath was all potted on his earlobe, he growled hoarsely snarling, growling, still laughing: "Has Batman ever saved Gotham in 80 years? Doesn't he know that Arkham lunatics deserve to die? No, he does, he knows what to do, But he can't, because those guys are watching us, and they want to sell Batman for money! Just draw Batman on the cover and sell it, how can they give Gotham sweetheart a wife to save Gotham The happy ending of having a child?"

Jack was speechless, and the clown's voice was low, his tone was like that of a funny actor standing on a stage, with a sense of humor that was deliberately created and tuned: "You think Batman is a hero? He's not, he's just a joke. He Come with me, we put on long, smelly farces side by side, just to please the people who look at us! Now this one's up to you, Jack, and you're a blast too, so you'll never get off the stage Go away and live a happy life that is meaningless, and you can only stand there all your life, stand there-"

He put his hand on Jack's cheek, and for a split second Jack thought he was going to kiss him, but no, the clown's thumb caught the corner of his mouth and pulled up, making Jack make a stiff smile.He stared at the corner of Jack's upturned mouth, and sighed deeply: "—laugh there."