[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Want to go to Arkham? You need a boat first.

Arkham Asylum is located on a small island on the outskirts of Gotham City, surrounded by the sea, and only one viaduct connects Arkham Island and Gotham City.As a place where one man guards the gate and ten thousand men cannot open it, this suspension bridge is heavily guarded, and the lights on the sentry will be turned on every dusk, and the soldiers have the right to shoot and kill anyone who is suspicious and refuses to be arrested. people.

When the tide is high, the sea water will be extremely rough. A boat without a light on is obviously unable to cross the sea late at night. So the best way is, when the tide is low, take a boat from the north of the cross-sea bridge. Anchored on the coast south of Arkham Island.The southern coast is covered with black rocks, and guard posts are relatively sparse. The arrested internal manager on the forum even drew a red line directly on the map, telling them how to sneak in.

No one has tried this route so far. Few people dare to sneak into Arkham at the risk of being machine gunned down. The manager posted the post a year ago. The patrol route and time of the sentry soldiers are very different. It may have changed, and the loopholes have long been blocked,? His visit is tantamount to throwing himself into a trap.

Jack didn't know if he could reach Arkham successfully. Reason told him that the best way was to go to the top floor of the Gotham Police Station and wait for the talent, but he still couldn't help coming here.Arkham Asylum,? Some people think it is the devil's concentration camp, and dubbed it the highest palace of criminals.For criminals, the Detention Center is the primary school, and the beginning of all learning. The Juvenile Correctional Center is the middle school, Blackgate Prison is the university, and Arkham Asylum is the scientific research institute.

The most famous criminal masters are gathered here. In the Hall of Fame in the inner district, people who come to see each of them seem to be looking at a piece of history... Now, Jack is lying on the beach and staring at the prison from a distance. The Baroque-style luxurious noble mansion seems to be haunted by an eerie ghost. It is the eye of the city. An invisible and crazy hurricane is howling. Jack heard some kind of call from the wind. , a distant and extremely familiar call, like a mother's umbilical cord, connected to his spirit.

He has been here, he is familiar with this place, he has lived here, and this place used to be his world.

Relying on an amazing intuition that even scared him, Jack bypassed all the sentries and patrolling soldiers, and came to the high wall.He looked up at the high wall, took out small/small plastic bombs from his backpack, pressed them at the foot of the wall, and pressed them on several different places, and finally he came from a distance, took the remote control, and lit a cigarette , took a deep breath, and then decisively pressed the red button.

He has to admit that when he succeeded in making a bomb/bomb for the first time, and the power far exceeded the value calculated in the data, he also felt that he was a criminal genius and was ecstatic about it.But after the frenzy of joy gradually receded from his mind, it was fear that flooded his heart.

The answer is always close at hand.The only reason he couldn't find it was because, deep down, he didn't want to think about it.

The explosion distracted the guards, and he opened the gate of the Arkham Asylum with a self-made magnetic card. In the chaos, he disguised himself as a guard, and no one suspected him along the way, and he went all the way to the On the rooftop, there was nothing to report during the period, and no obstacles were encountered. The leaky security system of the Arkham Asylum was like paper in front of him.

When the shadow of Batman loomed over him, Jack was sitting with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette on the rooftop of Arkham Asylum. He had taken off his cheap police uniform and was wearing a thin shirt with a black The salty sea breeze blew his dark curly hair, and the drizzle wet his temples and long eyelashes.He looked at the flickering lights in the distance, and the lights of Gotham City were connected on the other side of the coastline, like a string of diamond necklaces hanging around the neck of a goddess.

He blew a smoke ring, and without looking back, he just said, "Bat."

As if back many years ago, in the dark consulting room of Arkham Asylum, when they first met, Jack called out like this.

Batman didn't speak, and Jack didn't get a response for a long time, so he could only turn his head, smiled at him with a cigarette in his mouth, then took out a few wrapped butter-like things from his backpack, and threw them to him one by one. Said: "Military mixed explosives, terra-ladder explosives, trinitroazetidine fusion explosives, nitrating agents, gasoline, ice/poison, heroin, LSD...to tell the truth Yeah, bat, I didn't think I'd make it. But it's what it is, I wanted to do it, I did it, and I made it."

He took a breath of the cigarette, and took out one cylindrical glass bottle after another from his backpack, in which liquids of various colors were sealed, some were black, some were shiny green, and he continued: "Then I started to make more dangerous things ...I made fear gas, three completely different versions, and I tried to make poison ivy pollen, it was hard, that was the only time I failed, I couldn't make the plant grow overnight, but I know, just give I've grown the plants long enough that I've been able to make the exact pollen. I ended up making clown venom, and that's what you see, I've made five of them, and I don't have enough materials, otherwise I could still make it. Bats, do you understand, so many dangerous things, things that PhD students in chemistry have been studying for several years have not been formulated, in my hands, they appear easily like an assembly line, and people say that sometimes it is not Pushing ourselves, we don't know what we can do, but there seems to be too much I can do."

Batman took the glass bottles he threw and said in a low voice, "Have you remembered?"

"No, not at all. I can't remember anything about the past memory." Jack sighed, "But if your previous photos are posted all over the streets and alleys, when you whitewash your face in front of the photos, what will happen again?" You know who you are when you look in the mirror. I know who you are, too."

Batman was silent for a while before speaking: "Jack, you have to calm down, it's hard to explain, but you're not a clown."

Jack smiled wryly: "I also want to say that I am not a clown, but the evidence is overwhelming. The court will not acquit me just because I have amnesia, and I will have to spend 800 years in prison for a crime I never remember. The fact is So bad, one day I was just an ordinary painter, the only thing that bothered me most was whether to eat stew or pizza at night, the next day I became the most terrible criminal in the city, and I had to pay for hundreds of bombings, poison gas I am responsible for crimes and terror/attacks. My enemies are everywhere, and most of them are willing to pay a huge sum of money for my life. The legacy left to me by the clown is only a few hundred years of unfinished sentences, maybe And an iron bed in cell 801."

He stood up with his hands behind his back, "Bruce, what are you going to do to me? Punch me a few times, throw me into Arkham, let the doctors feed me medicine, give me electric torture to wake up my mind? Or you Should you kill me to avoid future troubles? I don’t know if you have seen a poll on the Internet. The content of the vote was “Should Batman kill the Joker?” 8000 people participated, and 92% of them thought you should kill me. The lower 8% are more interesting, they think you shouldn't kill people, but you should beat me up as a paraplegic. Maybe you can do the job today."

Jack stood on the low wall of the top floor, looking down with smiling eyes. He always liked to stand on high places, and even stepped on the sky with half of his feet.This may be a kind of nostalgia, just like the child will involuntarily miss the birth canal that squeezed him, and falling into the waste bucket is another kind of birth for him.Jack died the moment he fell into the chemical pool, and his soul was imprisoned in the depths of the waste pool forever, and only the devil who got freedom from Pandora's box crawled out.

"I'm not going to do that, Jack. Believe it or not, I don't want to hurt you." Batman said slowly, trying to speak clearly so that Jack could hear him clearly.

Jack raised his head, and the drizzle splashed a thin layer of mist on him: "Why don't you want to kill the clown? Because of boring procedural justice?"

"I think he can be saved. He is different from other people. He deliberately makes himself look hopeless to laugh at me. In fact, deep down he is afraid. He knows that I can do it, and he knows that as long as He cries for help, and I will always reach out to save him, no matter how unworthy he is. So he always rejects me, with all his might."

Jack was silent for a long time: "Why do you always have hope, or is it because of a mistake that caused him to go crazy, so you don't want to admit that he is hopeless?"

"If he is really hopeless, he won't hand you over to me."

Jack stared at him blankly, his yellow-green eyes lit up again, like a golden rose burning at the bottom of the well, he was a ghost imprisoned in the waste liquid pool, because he had been refusing to come out of the water to face him. The world, that's why the clown is a terrible devil, but even after years of burrowing under the rocks, hiding behind the upholstered room, chewing the carpet and foaming at the mouth and going crazy, you must wake up and face reality that day.Maybe today, maybe tonight.

Jack whispered, "Are you laughing at me, Bruce? Laughing at me for rejecting you, but asking you to save me again and again?"

"Never," Batman said emphatically.

Jack looked at him for a while, and laughed as if he couldn't hold back: "Bruce, sometimes I really hate you, and when I realize that you can really save me, I will hate you even more. I think You want to trick me into the light of the flashlight. I want to tell you the good news, but the clown never dies, he will always come back, I can only put him in the box. Once I can't bear it, I will put him back Come out and let him face the reality instead of me, in a sense, I am complicit with him, even so, you want to save me?"

"Yes, I believe that you are a completely different person from him. You can deal with this. You can always turn to me. I can help you. You are not alone."

Jack opened his arms in the shape of a cross, then smiled at him, took a step forward, and fell straight down.Batman has been watching his movements, he moved forward quickly, grabbed Jack's wrist, the cold drizzle hit them, and the full moon in the distance watched the farce.For a moment, he seemed to be back at the ACE Chemical Plant many years ago. This is how he watched the clown fall from his eyes. At that time, he was too young and had no more experience. Acting with a sense of justice, he has not yet fully possessed the heart of a hero.

Jack looked up in the drizzle and smiled at him. Batman couldn't tell whether his eyes were green or gold. Maybe the color of the eyes didn't have much meaning, and he was too obsessed with the change of color and fell into the trap of sex.They are two people who cannot be separated.Batman didn't know whether it was Jack or the clown in this body, he only saw the clown's tricky smile on that face, and the clown briefly revived in this body like a ghost, and then His pupils brightened again, becoming Jack's eyes: "You caught me this time, Batman."

Batman smiled at him: "Yes, I caught you."

Batman pulled him up, opened his arms, and hugged him tightly.Through the ribs and chest, they could clearly hear each other's heartbeat. Jack was stunned for a moment, but turned around and hugged him.While they were hugging each other tightly, on the other side of the surging ocean, the bat light on the top floor of the Gotham Police Station lit up, and the bright beam of light pierced through the sky, piercing the thick clouds like a sword of heaven, far away. When you look at it, it's like the light of a flashlight.