[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

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Although the Laughing Bat never appeared in this world after Jack lost his memory, his shadow still hangs over everyone's heads and never dissipates.

In order to prevent this laughing pale monster from making a comeback, everyone in the Justice League decided to use the speed force to build a warning device, which is used to monitor the relatively imperceptible tiny fluctuations in time and space, and can issue an alarm in time when there is an abnormality, at least for the heroes. Time to prepare and fight back.

Of course, as Murphy's law says, as long as bad things happen with probability, they will happen.One day, the casing of this device for monitoring time-space fluctuations was shattered by external force, and lost the shackles of the pipes. Under the action of the high-speed centrifuge, the violent speed force formed a golden vortex that lasted for a short time, and everyone within the range was swept away. went in.

In short, they crossed over again.

another world.

Days of torrential rain washed over the dark Gotham, as if the coal dust in the air had been washed away, the lights of the Batmobile pierced the night like a dagger, flashed by, only the sound of the engine roaring in the street echoed in the alley.Bruce clenched the steering wheel, suddenly the red light of the call prompt flashed, representing a signal from Wayne Manor requesting access to the Batmobile,? He stretched out his finger, flipped the switch, and said, "Penny one, what's the matter ?"

Alfred thought about his words for a while: "A special guest came to visit,? He said he hoped to see you before dawn."

"Hesitating is not your style. Who is it?"

"Okay." Alfred held the communicator, and glanced at Batman squatting on the window sill: "It's you in another world. He said that he strayed into the chaos of time and space and got lost with his friends on the way. Please You help find someone, his friend status is very sensitive, once someone finds out, there may be problems."

After digesting the news, Bruce on the other end of the communicator stepped on the accelerator and said in a deep voice, "Tell him I'll be there soon."

Alfred sighed, put down the communicator, and turned his head to look at the strange bird-like Batman. The latter had apparently braved the heavy rain and rushed in the middle of the night. The rain on the originally waterproof and fireproof cloak formed several thin lines, dripping It fell on the expensive baby cashmere carpet, and the rain was mixed with bright red blood.Alfred conveyed Bruce's meaning to him, and then extended his hand to him: "Master Bruce, come in first, I will help you treat the wound."

Bruce did what he said, and just 8 minutes later, the sound of an engine sounded at the door of the Batcave.Bruce got off the Batmobile and came to the living room of Wayne Manor via the elevator. He saw that all members of the Bat Family had arrived, and surrounded by everyone was another self.The other party was sitting on a chair, with a snow-white bandage wrapped around his abdomen, and his helmet was removed and put aside, revealing a face exactly like his own.

Holding the teacup with the Superman logo on it, Nightwing pointed at the two of them back and forth, and said, "Need an introduction? Bruce Wayne, Batman; Batman, Bruce Wayne."

"Don't be kidding!" the two said in unison.

"Well, well, the same lack of humor."

Bruce ignored his own son's teasing. After the two briefly checked the known information, they determined that their worlds were not too different, and almost all the important events that should have happened had happened.After the verification, Bruce was the first to ask, "Who are the friends who were involved in the turbulence with you?"

"Jason Todd and Jack Napier, we were involved in the turbulence at different times and directions, and it is likely that a large-scale deviation occurred, and they were scattered in various isolated corners of Gotham City. Their identities are very sensitive. And I haven't contacted me until now. The 'Hermit' network has failed in this world, I can't locate them, I'm worried..."

The Robins looked at each other, of course they knew Jason Todd, the guy in the red hood standing in the crowd.But the other name was very unfamiliar to them, and Damian raised his palm first, interrupting Batman: "Who is 'Jack Napier'?"

Batman was silent for a moment before replying in a low voice: "Joker, it's the clown."

Before dawn, the second visitor from another world was on the roof of Wayne Manor. He was like a pitch-black owl, covered in rain, and the light blue light on the exoskeleton flickered on and off with his breathing. .

When everyone saw the shadow of the owl, they immediately became vigilant, because he was so much like Talon.You must know that the Court of Owls does not deal with Batman very well, and the sharp claws they raised once tried to abduct Damian as an assassin.Only Batman opened the window, letting the owl land silently on the window sill, the golden round glasses went out, and the black mask popped up, revealing a face exactly like Jason Todd.

"I didn't expect another world, I'm a dog for the court of owls." Red Hood said sarcastically.

"It's better than a shiny red motorcycle fetish/fetish/fetish." Jason retorted.He looked around, two Batmen, and two—no, the Joker must be in Arkham Asylum, Jack might be here.But he didn't see Jack, so he asked, "Where's that guy?"

Batman frowned: "He's not with you?"

"No, he hasn't contacted me." Jason tapped on his arm as he spoke, and a palm-sized quantum screen popped out, "I remember that the brooch I gave him had a small transmitter on it, but I Can't get his signal at all, the transmitter may not work."

"Wait a minute, you gave him—a clown brooch? Is he still wearing it?" Red Hood keenly captured the key message in his words.

Jason raised his eyebrows: "It's not normal to exchange birthday gifts with friends. Bruce, do you have any news?"

"No." Batman shook his head, lost in thought.

Generally speaking, Jack knows that his identity is sensitive. When enemies are everywhere and he cannot contact his companions, he will most likely not support it alone. Instead, he will seek help from Batman in this world, unless he thinks that Batman from another time and space If you are not trustworthy, you will hide yourself in the depths of the city as much as possible, so as to stay away from danger.But why even lost the brooch?Jack is unlikely to throw away the birthday present his friend gave him. If he knows that there is a transmitter on the brooch, then the transmitter will find him, it is someone he trusts.

Could it be that... has he fallen into someone's hands?Or seriously injured, immobilized, or in some other trouble?

"Got to get someone ASAP," Batman said as he stood up, ready to send Jack's photo to those present.

Suddenly, Bruce stroked his chin, pondered for a while before saying: "Wait a minute, I know where the electrical signal may be blocked, and the person you are looking for is likely to be there."

"where?"

Bruce said in a deep voice: "Arkham Asylum. The most advanced electromagnetic shielding device was installed not long ago."

When Batman got this answer, his face suddenly changed: "Oops...for such a long time, it's very likely..." He pondered for a moment, grabbed Bruce's hand, and said to him: "The two of us can go find him, if I estimate That's right, the picture may be a bit... unsightly, so you should be mentally prepared."

Arkham Asylum, Room 801.

The surveillance window on the cell door was opened, striped lights were reflected on the floor, the lights were too dim, Batman vaguely saw a man sitting on the narrow iron bed, and another lying on the floor, it really was here!

He asked the guard to open the door with a key, and what appeared in front of him was a bloody scene. Jack was wearing a dark uniform, holding a blood-stained dagger in his left hand, covering the upper half of his face with his left hand, and the blood on his forehead flowed down. Cheeks dripped down, and the man on the ground was wearing an old yellow prison uniform, lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.Obviously, nothing happened in this cell that he imagined. On the contrary, he experienced a fierce battle. It was obvious that Jack, who came with a gun and a knife, won. He walked up and shouted: "Jack."

"Bat?" Jack closed his eyes, blood and tears were mixed in the crevices of the eyelids, and he frowned in pain, "Sorry, my eyes are hurt, I can't see you."

"You come out first, I'll stop the bleeding." Batman held out his hand to him.He felt a hand being held tightly by him. The hand was wet and slippery, covered with sticky blood. The lamp in the corridor was broken, and the light was too dim. He could only see half of the other party sinking in the darkness. in the shadow.

Bruce passed them, and was about to help the clown lying on the ground up. He touched the other's head. The clown's hair was wet and sticky, as if it had been soaked in semi-coagulated blood, with a A pungent smell.Suddenly, he felt something was stuck on his palm, and he turned his palm over to see that it was green.

He squinted, put two fingers together, and brushed along a strand of hair. His fingertips rubbed off a large piece of uncured green paint, and the hair underneath was black. ?? He turned his head and saw the man in the blood-stained black dress walking out of the prison door with the help of Batman from another world.The light was too dim, and the dress, gloves and leather shoes covered his whole body, leaving only his face, also hidden in the shadow of the brim of the top hat.

"Wait a minute, he's—"

Before he finished speaking, Batman punched the fake Jack hard, and the heavy punch was directly on his stomach, making the latter bend down like a shrimp, and the top hat on the latter's head fell off. Coming down, revealing the algae-like black and green curly hair underneath, he knelt on the ground and sneered after a long time: "I thought you would recognize me at the first time, what a pity. Is this what care makes chaos?"

"Next time you should cover up the smell of paint," Batman said coldly.

The clown smiled and spat bloody saliva on the ground, glanced at Jack who was dead or alive on the ground, and continued to fill the narrow cell with his horrible laughter: "It's a pity, that guy won't wake up. You understand , bat, there can be many bodies, but the soul... can only have one."