[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Shoot, darling."

A gun was placed on the clown's head, as long as Jack pulled the trigger, the bullets would turn the green haired head into a rotten watermelon.

Shrouded by the shadow of death, the clown showed no fear.He still had a weird mask-like smile on his face, as if it wasn't him who was holding his head against the barrel of a gun.He stared at Jack closely, his green pupils were like two bright spots of constant size,? Jack couldn't see any emotion from his eyes,? Those eyes were blank,? A deep swirling vortex.If you have to say that there is any emotion in the clown's eyes that is similar to human beings, it is greed.Sheer, diabolical greed to the extreme.

He longed for Jack to choose, for the moment when the gunshot sounded, he could ignore his own life.

Joker wants to shoot himself.

"Shoot, why don't you shoot? I'll tell you what I've done so far. I distribute automatic/rifle/guns to the mentally ill,? Let them go to the downtown free/gun/shoot; I Distributing balloons to children filled with laughing gas, a dozen children almost died that day, half of the survivors were permanently disabled; I poured the poison into the Gotham Reservoir, if Batman didn't stop me, ?All Gotham residents will be poisoned to death by me,? But even if I failed,? Gotham people still cut off water for half a month; I kidnapped a couple,? Tell them who will tell each other's worst secret first Who would survive, so they turned on each other,? In the end I killed them all; a few times I almost killed the little blue bird - it's called Nightwing now - I threw him in a tank full of piranhas I almost bathed him in hot molten iron, I pressed heavy lead weights on him, sat beside him and waited for the sound of his bones being slowly crushed... The clown's laughter was distorted and sharp, "Why didn't you kill me? Is it wrong to kill a criminal who is full of crimes? Just shoot, this body is yours alone, and everyone in Gotham will live a happier life life, including you. Why don't you shoot? Shoot! Shoot now! Shoot! Shoot!"

But there was no gunshot. Under his disappointed gaze, the muzzle of the gun was slowly raised three inches, avoiding the clown's forehead.Jack pulled the trigger, the muzzle flame was so bright that the bullet hit the roof of the attic, sending a shower of rock debris.

"Why didn't you shoot?" The clown asked him with a smile, staring at him, his voice became louder and louder, and finally turned into a roar. No one could tell whether the clown was laughing or crying. The crazy roar distorted the picture that was exactly the same as Jack. Face: "Why do you guys show mercy to psychopaths? Why don't you ever try to shoot him straight up, blow his head off before he can shake his smooth tongue? Why do you all think evil people have tragic pasts Just to be forgiven? Why didn't anyone try to catch him and put him in the iron maid/girl for the first time?—why—why—why! why why why! why!!!”

"Because you are not afraid of me shooting. You are afraid of my heart and my choice, but you are not afraid of bullets alone." Jack turned his head away, avoiding his gaze, "The task given to me by the system is not to kill Kill any human. And the reward is to maintain my own independent personality, so I guess, if I pull the trigger, I will no longer be able to maintain a separate consciousness...I will slide towards you, be swallowed by you or merge...or become you. "

The clown fell on his back on the chair, hehe sneered: "Slide towards me...do you think I'm an abyss?"

"do not you?"

"I'm not. I'm just an ordinary person. It's just that I stared at the abyss for too long. It's like a famous saying: I have stared at the abyss for a long time, and I am also the abyss."

Jack was silent for a long time before he asked, "Joker, are you crazy or not?"

Just now he felt that the clown was not crazy, but now he felt that it was an illusion given to him by the clown, and the clown wanted him to shoot.He didn't know if the clown wasn't crazy at all, or if he was so crazy that he looked like a normal person instead.

The clown was weak, as if all his strength had been spent on the roar just now: "Is it so important whether I am crazy or not?"

Jack nodded slowly, as the clown said, it doesn't really matter whether he is crazy or not.Sometimes he is a poet, sometimes a gentleman, sometimes a good cook, sometimes a philosopher, sometimes a funny actor, sometimes a murderous buffoon, Jack doesn't know which is the real clown, maybe both.

——"Madness makes you forget all fear, and your only fear comes from yourself..."

Jack said abruptly: "Joker, are you afraid of me?"

"Yes, Jack." The clown admitted without any concealment, "Unlike you, I am afraid of you because I love you. You are afraid of me because...you are afraid that you are me."

Jack didn't answer.

"In fact, you have already had a hunch. I know what the system gives you, and your props will not be spit out for you. If none of this exists and it is all your fantasy, then it means You may be the tamed version of me who has lost my memory. Then there is a problem: I have committed crimes from before to now that are enough to hang me on the gallows [-] times, and you will bear the responsibility for it. What time is it?" The clown looked into the depths of the burning fireplace, and the pine branches were crackling in the raging fire, like lit fireworks sticks, "Look, Jack, I hate talking about this topic with you. It will silence you , and I just want to hear your voice."

Jack lowered his head and looked at his reflection in the soup bowl: "You once told me that I am not you, even if I wanted to be. But I have a strange feeling. Between us, there is a... huge gravitational force, Pulling us down toward each other. Maybe I have the same root as you, so we can attract each other, merge with each other, and the end result is you become me or I become you. So I have a guess."

Jack looked up: "My world without Superman, Green Lantern, Batman, and Joker is a parallel world with this world where Batman and Joker exist, and I may be you in the parallel world, right? ?”

"You can think so." The clown smiled, "But you're wrong about one thing."

"what?"

"In addition to 'you become me' and 'I become you', there is a third ending, that is, we love each other. Maybe this can't change anything. This is the fate of me and you: only one of us can live, or maybe Either they are alive, or they may die together until they die. It's still the same sentence, I love you, Jack, and I give you the right to execute me."

He picked up the golden revolver/gun again and handed it to Jack. It was cold and heavy in his hand. The embossed pattern on the butt of the gun reflected the distorted faces of two people, two identical faces.The golden eyes and the green eyes looked at each other across the air, and the two faint will-o'-the-wisps burned into each other's hearts.

"When you make up your mind, shoot me in the head with it." The Joker stroked the butt of the gun and Jack's fingers.

Jack opened the magazine: "There are two bullets."

"One to me, one to you. We distribute it fairly, and everyone has a share."

"You mean, before I kill someone and completely become you, commit suicide?"

"Yes, this is the tragedy of great heroes. If you are great enough, you will shoot yourself after killing me to prevent the next clown from appearing. I am willing to go to hell with you. If you are not enough Great, if you don't want to die for me, then I won, and the clown will live forever. The dragon slayer will eventually be a dragon." The clown looked directly at him, "Maybe you will think it's unfair, why have I committed so many crimes , I want you to be buried with me when I die. But this is why I gave you the gun. If you want to kill me completely, you must have the consciousness that you and I will die together. There are many people in Gotham, and they have This determination, but no one has ever come to me. As long as you make up your mind, I will help you skip all difficulties and obstacles. You are welcome to shoot me at any time, and we will go to hell together."

Jack stares at the revolver/gun: "Why do I kill someone and it becomes you..."

The clown leaned close to him and almost sprayed his breath on his face: "Didn't you notice it? When you shot the Ripper, you felt 'happy'. If the system hadn't set limits to brake for you , you blew his head off right away. Just like a person touches a drug and can’t quit for a lifetime, some people naturally like to use violence to make others suffer. Violence and crime are their drugs , They wet the bed, set fires, kill animals as children, and as adults they hurt and abuse people at will, and send people to make soap, unfortunately, you are that kind of person. 'Antisocial personality disorder', you know it yourself."

For a moment, the colorful image of lunch flashed in front of Jack's eyes, like a sudden dream.In the dream, he was lying on the hospital bed, and the restraint straps went around the edge of the bed, fixing him tightly.He looked at the snow-white ceiling, and turned his head suddenly. There was a person sitting on the edge of the bed, and his shadow enveloped Jack.Jack couldn't tell who he was, he was like his psychiatrist and his father, at last the vague man called him: "Jack, your neighbors have rumored that you have domestic violence against your wife, is this true?" ?”

Jack heard a voice coming from his throat: "No... I didn't hit her, never... never!"

The man seemed to sigh: "Jack, your father accused you of killing your mother, is this true?"

Jack heard himself inhaling, sucking in forcefully, until his ribs throbbed: "No, I just... had a dream..."

"What's in the dream?"

"Fire, flame...the world is on fire, I stand in front of...the flame, and heard that voice." Jack stared at the ceiling, "The sound of the flame..."

"The sound of flames burning?"

"No, yes... yes..." Jack trembled violently, as if uttering those words was an inhuman torture, and finally he said it, "Yes... laughter."