[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"No serious trauma."

Batman was sitting in front of Jack's bed, looking through the medical report in his hand.The paint on the latter's hair and skin has been washed off, but the roots of his hair are still faintly green. He hasn't woken up yet,? Still dreaming drowsily.Damian pinched his face firmly,?to skin that felt normal to the touch,?not like a clown,?pale, smooth and dry,?like softened marble, the disturbed The parting hand was slapped away by Batman, and he said unsatisfactorily: "It turns out that the clown looked like this before he was disfigured..."

"Haven't you already seen his restoration image?" Ye Yi said, and squeezed it.For a long time, clowns have deliberately dressed like overturned salads. They are green, white, purple and yellow, and their colors are more vibrant than modern oil paintings. It is rare to see such normal-colored clowns.

"Seeing images is not the same thing as seeing real people."

Jason stood aside, folded his arms, and said, "Why are you still sleeping without serious trauma?"

Someone finally grasped the point,? Batman took a breath: "There were no obvious signs of fighting at the scene, and all the wounds were knife wounds. I suspect that he hasn't woken up since he came."

"It turned out that it was Snow White,? We dwarves can only wait for a passing prince to kiss him awake." Damian said.

"Where shall we find him a prince?"

"Prince of Crime..."

When Damian spoke, everyone invariably thought of the other names of the clown and the prince of crime. They looked at Jack lying on the bed, and silently dismissed the idea.

Batman ignored the children's nonsense,? He rubbed his chin in thought,? Since there was no obvious trauma other than flesh and blood,? Why didn't Jack wake up?It has been a full six hours since he jumped into the world. Even when he was in his worst health, he had never been so sleepy before.He thought for a while, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and said to Bruce: "Please lend me the laboratory."

"what are you going to do?"

"Pharmaceuticals."

In the darkness, there was a voice from far to near, which became clearer and clearer.

"You said this medicine can make the clown heal?" Jack heard someone say so.

"It's not a cure. It can only be used to separate the two personalities of the clown and Jack, allowing them to exist relatively independently. Then fix Jack, like a pin that fixes a butterfly specimen." Another person answered the first person in this way.

The first person pondered for a while: "Is this useful to the clowns in our world?"

"It's difficult. It's not the medicine that made Jack appear, but Jack appeared first, so the medicine can fix him and make his existence relatively stable. It's just a pin, and the most important thing about the specimen is the butterfly." The person who answered seemed hesitant After a while, he added: "It was the clown who first made this medicine, and he wanted Jack to appear."

"Hoping someone who can replace him? That's unreasonable."

"If it's the clown you know, it's really unreasonable, but he has other reasons..." Before he finished speaking, he noticed the movement on the hospital bed, and immediately walked over to check, "Are you awake? Open your eyes." Come on, let me see your pupils."

Jack opened his eyes, and just raised his head, a familiar nausea and dizziness hit him like a bullet, and he lay back on the pillow again, with a unique bitterness of chemical synthetic drugs in his mouth, and he felt someone poke him away. He illuminated his eyes with a flashlight, and he let out a long sigh when he saw the familiar golden color.A series of vague voices rolled out of his throat, and he whispered: "You clearly know that eye color has no meaning..."

"I need to prove it to them," Batman said, patting him on the shoulder.

Jack licked the corner of his mouth. Since Dionysus factor repaired his body, he has not taken psychoactive drugs for more than half a year, so much so that he almost forgot where the bitter taste in his mouth came from. And the discomfort symptoms caused by taking medicine every time: "Are you going to start taking medicine again?"

"If you may stay in this world, you need medicine to help you separate yourself."

"How long are we going to be here?"

"About half a month." It will take time to recollect the Speed ​​Force, detect the fluctuations in time and space, and determine the anchor point of the original world, otherwise they are likely to fall into another time and space.

Jack responded and closed his eyes again. He still needs to rest.On the other hand, Damian looked up at the red hood. Through the helmet, he couldn't see the other person's expression, but he has never been very considerate, so he said provocatively: "He is gentler to the clown than to you."

Red Hood snorted, turned and left.

The red hood kicked Jason in the lower abdomen, and the latter immediately bent down to relieve his strength. At the same time, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, resisting the two bullets fired by the opponent, and the bullets hit the hard exoskeleton There were only two thin and shallow white marks left.

"Two hundred dollars." With a cigarette in his mouth, Jack rattled the shackles on his wrists. It's been a long time since he enjoyed the complete package of collars, handcuffs, and fetters. "Bet on our Jason here." win."

"Then I'll offer 180 dollars. Our Jason is definitely stronger." Ye Yi put a roll of bills on the table, and leisurely lay down on the railing, "I didn't say, look at your Jason." Doesn't look too strong, but hopefully he doesn't break his collarbone."

"Gambling and using brothers as beasts are not what heroes do." Alfred said and cast a disapproving look.

The old god Jack was there, and he blew a smoke ring: "It's okay, he has that kind of power. It can be done without an exoskeleton."

Before the words fell, the two heard gunshots. Red Hood took advantage of the gap in the battle to stab the tip of the dagger into the buckle on the elbow of the exoskeleton. Since it was not a serious battle, the battle suit was not charged. The lock of the strong electromagnetic connection was pried open immediately, the exoskeleton fell off, and Jason's tiger's mouth was cut with a deep bloody gash by the bullet of the red hood.

Red Hood chased after the victory, kicked Jason back two steps, and was about to knock him off the training platform with all his strength. His injured arm would definitely not be able to lift a knife, so it was enough to guard against his intact right side.

"Wow, it looks like your Jason is going to lose." Ye Yi immediately gestured, "I'll buy you a movie with two hundred dollars."

"Not necessarily." Jack shook his head.

Jason withdrew his right foot and stopped on the edge of the training platform. He grabbed the handle of the knife with his injured hand, and the cold light from the tip of the knife swung a beautiful circle in mid-air. Red Hood had to rush Brake the brakes, and finally the cold sword tip was dangerously on his throat. If he took another step forward, his throat would be pierced.Jason shrugged and gestured: "You lose."

Nightwing rolled his eyes and tossed the bill to Jack.Jack didn't count, and handed the roll of banknotes to Alfred as they were: "Please bring four cups of hot cocoa, this is a tip from Master Grayson."

Alfred glanced at Ye Yi: "Come right away, sir."

Jason stepped off the training platform, took off his mask, looked at Jack and Nightwing, and asked, "Where's Batman?"

Ye Yi replied with a smile: "You are playing 'Gotham Knights heroically rescued the kidnapped rich second generation with our Bruce, Batman is absolutely impossible to be Bruce Wayne'. By the way, how did your hands do it? of? I clearly saw that you were injured."

Jason opened his injured palm to him, the wound on the tiger's mouth had begun to heal, no more bleeding, only a pale pink scar remained: "A little self-healing ability."

"Cool, but seriously, how did you survive him in the first place?" Nightwing's eyes flicked back and forth in front of Jack and Jason, the relationship between the two is one of the most interesting parts of the Bat-family One, you need to know that there is a murderous feud between the red hood and the clown. If it weren't for Batman to deal with it, the clown would be chopped up and fed to the fish by the red hood as soon as he caught someone, but the clown and jay in another world Sen's relationship is not so tense, and even looks good.

Jack took a puff on his cigarette and laughed: "The clown was going to kill him, and he suddenly announced loudly that he was transgender, transvestite, gay, vegetarian, Zoroastrian, member of an animal protection organization, or Latino and black So the clown was so frightened that he let him go, and before he left, he knelt down and kissed his shoes, begging him not to tell about it."

"Don't listen to him farting." Jason picked up the hot cocoa and handed it to Red Hood and Nightwing, "Actually, this matter—"

His words were interrupted by a loud phone ringing. Jack took out his phone from his pocket. The screen showed that the caller was Batman. What's up?"

The mobile phone is just an ordinary mobile phone without any modification. Although the hands-free is not turned on, Jack knows that everyone present can hear the voice on the other end of the phone: "Jack, is it convenient to come out?"

The other party's tone was too serious, and Jack had a premonition that something big was about to happen, so he extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "What's wrong?"

"The Joker has taken the guards of the Arkham Asylum hostage and is negotiating with the police." Batman paused, "He said he only has one request, and that is to meet you."

Jack was silent for about half a minute: "Tell him I'll be right there."

Jack put on the black suit again.

He put on a snow-white French shirt, a dark slim waistcoat, a white silk bow tie and a delicate rose brooch, and a pure black cashmere coat. Lace and finished off with a sombrero.Red Hood crossed his arms and said sarcastically, "Are you dressed up for the prince's ball?"

"In order to let you spend less time arranging the remains when the body is collected." Jack said while smoothing his hair.

"He won't necessarily attack you."

"I'm not confident," said Jack. "He already knows I was once the Joker, and he'll hate me more than he hates everyone in the world, because there can only be one Joker in a world. And I'm the one saved by Batman, light." That was enough for him to tear me alive."

"Don't be nervous, Jack, signal if you have any problems, we'll rush in and sweep him into a sieve." Jason patted him on the shoulder.

Jack nodded. He got off the passenger seat and walked slowly into the gate of Arkham Asylum. He walked through the long corridor scattered with bullet casings and corpses. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty and messy space. To the entire Bat family on the outskirts of the lunatic asylum, the transmitter he carried with him continuously transmitted radio waves to them, like the string of a kite.

"You are here." He heard a voice from the depths of the corridor, like a demon whispering in the abyss.

He walked into the living room, and the clown was sitting in front of a table. He was still wearing Jack's most familiar clothes: a deep purple coat, a bright yellow vest, and a green silk shirt. His seaweed-like black-green hair was neatly combed. , that white plaster-like face was painted with a bright red smile as usual, he held a left/wheel/hand/gun in one hand, and a card in the other hand, he looked Jack up and down, showing an extremely mysterious smile , and then pointed to the chair beside him: "Sit down."

Jack looked in the direction of his finger. It was not a chair, but a guard with a bent body. The clown was also sitting on such a chair—on the back of another guard.They were all still alive, covered in blood and unable to move from fear.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Jack didn't say anything for the guard, he just sat on it without putting all his weight on him.

"I want to hear you talk about yourself."

"You don't need to talk to me about this. When I came to this world, I was washed unconscious and had to rely on drugs to separate again. It is definitely because of you." Jack paused, "Although I don't know how you did it , but you have the ability to connect to the other you in my head, and may even have read my memory."

The clown grinned and lifted his chin with the dagger: "No, Jack, I didn't do anything to you, that's the point of the joke. You're going to sleep because of the will of the world, and there can only be one Joker, because there's only one Batman. Need me to explain where the joke is?"

Jack said in a deep voice, "It's because they still think I'm a clown."

"Bingo! You got the answer right, maybe I can give you a kiss as a reward." The clown shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly and sneered, and continued after a long time: "No matter what you do, whether you take your medicine on time or correct your evil ways, you have It doesn’t matter if you didn’t kneel on the ground, crying and begging for repentance, or you shed all your blood to make up for the mistakes of another self. In the eyes of the world, you are still no different from me. If the sun represents With absolute morality, you who stand on a tall building are no closer to the sun than I who am buried six feet deep."

"I don't care what the world thinks, it's just a matter of a few pills. I'm more interested in you. You once said, 'There can be many bodies, but only one soul'. What do you mean?"

The clown seemed to smile: "This question is worth a lot."

"Is it enough for me to make you a cup of hot cocoa?"

"Well, Jack, you know the world is linear. For those of us without superpowers, countless worlds are like non-intersecting, irreversible lines, but we are different. We are an isolated line." Joker Suddenly tapped the corner of his mouth, "A cigarette?"

Jack lit a cigarette for him, and he held the cigarette with his red lips, and took a deep breath: "Once upon a time, maybe in a certain world, there was a person who had the ability to turn his memory When thrown out, this memory wanders through the gaps of the multiverse and is captured by the next host. A person’s memory is like a drop of water, but this memory is continuously accumulated and becomes what you see—the sea.”

sea ​​of ​​consciousness.

"It can't be done." Jack clenched his fists.

"I admit that although the difficulty of this operation is similar to spitting out the entire digestive tract from the esophagus to the rectum without any external force, endless time and endless world mean exhaustion of violence. , Anything can happen, and it is expected that viruses or prions will appear.” The clown approached with a smile and blew a smoke ring on Jack’s face: “The sea will not be more or less because of a few drops of water. And change, so, in fact, I am the same person in your mind. Are you going to kiss me now?"

Jack pretended to be inadvertently dialed his brooch: "You know they installed transmitters and bugs in the brooch, right? They can hear our Batman conversation."

"Then you should be glad that I didn't ask you to take off your clothes the first time I saw you, otherwise Batpapa would complain about the late-night channel 'Clown Symposium', which is open to cute little Robins who are underage. Maybe You should be sorry, it's easier and more enjoyable than chatting with me?"

"If you hadn't picked up my shirt with the barrel, I'd think it might have been mine."

The expressions of Red Hood and the others who were eavesdropping became a little strange.Bruce glanced at the motionless Batman beside him, but couldn't see any surprise on his face, so he asked in a low voice, "Are they...?"

Batman deadpanned: "Flirting."

Jason is as old as Batman, and they have already heard about the relationship between Jack and the Joker.The expressions of Red Hood and Nightwing seemed to wish they had never heard this obscene voice, but the youngest Damian listened with relish.

The clown waved his hand: "I don't care if they listen or not, I don't care, for those stupid heroes, the only thing I care about is when I can pee in their urns. But you are very interesting, Jack, you love me. "

"I thought you'd love Batman."

"That's complicated. If you want to be an interesting person, the first dogma to obey is that you have to show your hate as passionately and sincerely as you love it."

The clown stood up and walked over to Jack. He pressed too tightly, and his warm breath sprayed all over Jack's ears. Jack still had no expression. Transmitter and bugging system, he stood up from the human chair instead, kicked the two guards lightly, and whispered: "Get out."

The guards ran away as if they had received an amnesty, and disappeared in an instant.

"He turned off the bugging device." Tim said as he looked at the flashing red prompt on the screen.

Jason glanced at his watch leisurely: "Shall we go in again every 15 minutes, or wait for them to come out by themselves?"

"Is 15 minutes enough?"

"I think five minutes is too long."

"Stop talking nonsense." Batman made a gesture and interrupted the Robins' chat. "We can only wait for Jack's signal. He has a sense of proportion and can grasp it."

The Robins looked at each other, and finally shrugged and stopped talking.

On the other side, the clown stood beside Jack, put his hands on his shoulders, and said in a secretive tone like a devil's bewitching: "What do you want to say to me? Do you want to throw yourself into my arms, or pour out your love to me?" You mean? You miss this face very much, how long has it been since you talked to him?"

Jack nodded and said in a low voice: "I really miss him. Sometimes I really hate him. He would rather be sealed in a box than change for me. Even if he knew I couldn't bear it, he would leave me alone. Here, but..."

The lace on Jack's sleeve moved, and a small left/wheel/hand/gun slid out soundlessly and rested on the clown's chin. He looked at the picture with himself and the devil in his mind. With the same face, he said coldly: "But you are still not him. The sun doesn't care whether I live in a tower or imprisoned underground, but I care; the sea really doesn't mind if it has a few drops of water, but I do." .”

"Speaking beautiful words and being chaste is like a Shakespeare-like drama."

Jack pushed the barrel up: "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, you hate me, there is another me, you hate us so much, you hate us so much, you are talking sweet words, just But trying to make me think you're falling for me too, when you're not—you're just jealous."

The smile on that face disappeared, and the sour green pupils were hidden deep in the eye sockets, like a ball of cold magic fire.People say the clown looks like a devil when he laughs, but he's actually scarier when he's not smiling.After a short expressionless expression, he raised the corners of his mouth again and put his hands on Jack's waist: "Honey, don't think so, we are the same person and will love you for the same reason."

Jack looked him straight in the eyes and continued to say slowly and calmly: "You are not, there are countless you in countless worlds, but none of them are special, even if you tell jokes about the sun and towers countless times, you can't change one The truth is that Batman is always higher than you. In my heart, my Mr. J is also special than you."

"But can you bear it? Don't lie to yourself, in fact, you can't bear loneliness. You want the person who loves you the most to be by your side, even if you abandon all moral principles for him." The clown ignored his gun and turned to Touching his face, even though Jack knew that he hated him, he was still terrified by the tenderness in that movement. He is really the best actor, who can vividly interpret the deepest hatred and silky love: "It's better to say that you don't mind being a mess or a mess at all, as long as you yourself are satisfied. Look inside yourself, why are you so obsessed with our differences? We are the same person."

He raised Jack's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, a sudden sharp pain spread in his lower abdomen, as if pierced by a bullet, he immediately pushed Jack away, took a few steps back, and bowed his head Looking at it, the orange vest on the abdomen has scorched marks from the passage of electricity.

"Talking about this with you will only be endless. But I finally know one thing." Jack shook the small electric shock device in his hand and said, "That is, only in the same body can we not to hate each other."

The clown clutched his belly and smiled slowly: "I knew that no matter how fancy the process was, we would end up fighting each other and talking with knives."