[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Amidst the dense fog, a figure slowly walked out of the main entrance of Arkham Asylum.

Jack's black and white dress was in tatters, covered with cuts from knives and bullet holes left by bullets, and the exposed skin was scarred and bloody.He was stabbed in the thigh with a dagger,? Walking with a limp,? As he moved slowly like a penguin, blood gushed out of the wound and dripped at his feet dripped all the way.

Batman walked up and saw that he was still holding someone in his hand, and the clown was grabbed by his collar, and he dragged him all the way out of Arkham, leaving traces like the traces of a blood-soaked mop dragged on the ground.The two of them had obviously experienced a fierce battle, with cuts and bruises all over their bodies, and blood all over their bodies, and they even looked the same in distress.

"How did this happen?" Batman asked.

"What else can we do? We couldn't reach an agreement, we couldn't solve the problem, so we took out the knife." Jack wiped the blood from his face, smiled at him, and then shook the gun in his hand: "First-hand advantage ,?I won."

"Why not call reinforcements?" Jason asked.

"Because it's between me and him, it doesn't feel good for you guys to step in. I'm having a good time anyway."

"You obviously had a great time flirting in there." Red Hood said with folded arms.

Jack didn't speak,? On the contrary, the clown half-lyed on the ground and sneered convulsively: "It's really pleasant. If you give me some more time, maybe I will fall in love with him. What a pity,? I fell in love with this lover Time is so short,? Just a moment."

While he was speaking, one arm was hanging down limply, the forearm had a completely abnormal arc, and it was obviously broken.He lit a cigarette with his other hand, and seeing his expression, those who didn't know thought he hadn't been beaten, but had just pushed a tube of heroin into his vein.

No one was surprised. The clown is such a virtue. You can beat him to the bone, but it's hard to make him lose his composure. As long as it's interesting enough, this guy doesn't even care about his own life.And when he was beaten unilaterally, he also had an expression of joy in it, which made people feel that he was happy even when he was beaten.He wins, you lose.

The clown licked off the blood from his lips, smiled and said to Bruce, "I'm sorry, little bat, I lost the fight, it's really a disgrace to our world, do you want to give your old buddy a comforting hug?"

Bruce took out the handcuffs blankly.

Batman applied pressure bandages to stop the bleeding from the hole in Jack's thigh, gave him some light wound care, and put him in the Batmobile.

Faced with such a disparate treatment, the clown whistled. Suddenly, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he brushed away Bruce's hand, rushed straight up, and hugged Jack from behind. The hug was only for a moment, because in the next second, countless hands held him down, and the Bat family pulled him off Jack.The clown didn't care. He recalled the residual body temperature on his palm, let out a cold laugh, and whispered like a prophecy: "Go, go... You will always come back, you will definitely come back to me. Because You are me."

Jack still didn't answer, just looked back a few times, waved his hand to say goodbye, and was pulled into the car by Batman.

He sat in the co-pilot, roughly bandaged himself, looked at the black shadows of the city passing by outside the window, and fell into a strange silence. Batman glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and found that he was not looking out the window Instead, like Narcissus in Greek mythology who took a selfie by the water, he looked at his own face, which was exactly the same as a clown, through the mirror.

"Bat, sometimes...I still miss him," he heard Jack whisper.This sentence was abandoned in the night by the high-speed Batmobile, but followed closely behind Jack like a curse.

In the dream, Jack returned to the world of black and white.

The sky is dark, the ground is white, there is nothing in between, there is no frame of reference, and I don’t know front, back, left, and right. After walking for too long, people even doubt whether they have moved.Time and space have long since lost their meaning.

He stopped shouting, he was the only one in this space, and no one would answer his call.He sat down without a word, lowering his body lower and lower, finally lying flat, in a chilling silence, only the endless darkness was real.In such a world, the scenery he saw when he opened his eyes was exactly the same as when he closed them, so he lowered his eyelids and lay down for a long time until he fell asleep again in a dream.

Waking up again, the blowing wind is carrying moist water vapor and a little bit of saltiness, and the surging snow-white waves gently caress the beach like a lover's hand. The sound of the waves is so grand and gentle.He opened his eyes, and there was a snow-white crescent moon hanging in the sky, and the mercury-like moonlight shone on the entire ocean. He sat on the nostalgic chair again, and someone held his hand beside him.

"I'd love to see you," Jack said, "but you've been locked up, why should I see you?"

"You missed me so much that you opened the box a tiny crack and closed it the next second. But don't worry, the devil hasn't been let out by you. You said I was never willing to change for you, and I was I think so." The clown squeezed his hand tightly: "And——I miss you too."

Jack turned his body sideways, slowly put his hands on the other's neck, and hugged him like silk floss tightly embracing.

People's hearts are always so weak, and they said on the surface that they would never see each other again, but they still opened Pandora's box because of longing, just to take another look at the devil who loves him the most in the world.Because a clean decision is definitely not a clean moment, but countless long days and nights that follow, and thousands of dream bubbles, like this every night, biting the heart and soul.

This gentle and bone-chilling tidal sound softens even the frozen sea of ​​hearts.He no longer thinks about whether this is a clown's trap, he just feels that everything in the world is not important, moral principles or other things are all left behind by him, the only real thing is this man in front of him, and his Embrace.

"That's it, let me rest for a while..." He whispered, not knowing who he was trying to convince.

Only when you have enough rest can you have the strength to say goodbye.

Time passed, and soon it was time to go back.

With one hand on crutches, Jack limped into the designated area. The wound on his leg hadn't healed yet, and he was still wrapped in a thick bandage. He looked up at the bat family in another world, During this period of time, they got along pretty well, except that Red Hood kept finding excuses not to go back to the Batcave and not communicate with him, there was not much displeasure and friction.

The Robins probably didn't expect that one day they would have a good talk with the clown, even when they parted, Damian didn't tell Jack, but directly said to Batman: "Should we make a deal?" , he stays, and we give you our clown."

Jason snorted, dissatisfied with his attempt to pick peaches: "Do you see the word fool written all over our faces?"

"The best heroes never mind their careers being a little more challenging."

"That's right, so leave it to yourselves to enjoy." Jason waved his hand.

Batman doesn't say goodbye to Damian, nor does he say a polite farewell.In the golden light that gradually engulfed them, he turned his head to look at Jack, but Jack didn't look back at him, he just pretended to be unintentionally looking into the depths of the Batcave, staring at thousands of black mist-like Bat, that's the direction of Arkham Asylum.His golden eyes looked so deep, as if there was an invisible umbilical cord still connecting him to that demented lunatic, or maybe he chose to miss him.

In the middle of nowhere, the clown's empty laughter came again, echoing in the ears, causing the temples to throb and swell like drums.Sometimes the clown is just acting insane, but other times he's like a wicked wise man who always takes jokes for prophecy, and who seems to have thousands of faces and none of them are kind.

All Batman knows is that the drum of fate is beating quietly.