[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Thinking,? Jason, never stop thinking.

Think about Batman, think about what Bruce Wayne would do.

Thinking back to many years ago, the figure of Batman emerged in front of Jason's eyes. When he was wrapped in a black cape, he rarely saw the front of Batman.Most of the time he followed Batman, like an assistant and like a child protected by him.He easily accepted the statement that there are two personalities in Jack,? In his opinion, the dual identities of Batman and Bruce Wayne,? Let Gotham's Dark Knight also show two sides,? Between these two different identities The conflict between them created his contradictory character.Jason is the sidekick of the grim Batman and the son of the gentle Bruce Wayne,? Batman will let Jason go head-to-head with those lunatics,? Bruce will protect him under his wings - as if Jason has two fatherly.

It's just that Batman has a hard time dealing with that himself.

Batman's two identities rarely overlap, and Bruce is consciously or unconsciously avoiding this.Only occasionally, Jason would talk about Batman with Bruce,? He still remembered that it was early in the morning,? The first ray of light passed through the clouds and the French windows of Wayne Manor, casting colorful shadows on the expensive cashmere carpet.He drank the black tea brought by Alfred, and asked Bruce who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows: "If you have to sacrifice one person to save a hundred, what would you do?"

"Save everyone." Bruce didn't look back.

"Are you cheating? There is no such option."

"This kind of premise full of absolutes does not exist, Jason,? There is no absolutely isolated trolley problem in the world." Bruce sighed, "Heroes exist to save everyone."

"Only Superman can save everyone." Jason laughed.

"I don't mean 'a hero who saves everyone',? but 'a hero must demand that he can save everyone'. When you become a hero,? you know you can never save everyone, what you can do We can only work hard on this premise to save as many people as possible.”

Jason lowered his head: "Even if you sacrifice yourself one day?"

"Jason, you're only under 15 years old, there's no need to talk about sacrifice."

"I'm not too young anymore."

Bruce shook his head: "No, you are still young, that's why you take the sacrifice very lightly. What I want to tell you is exactly the opposite: you should cherish your life, which doesn't make you greedy for life and afraid of death, but rather Let you face death correctly. For us, death is easy, but life is difficult. Don't flirtatiously 'sacrifice yourself', think more before making a choice, and find other ways to break the situation. 'Save everyone', This 'everyone' includes yourself."

Heroes are not as glamorous as one might imagine.

In the face of the pervasive and absolute evil, the initial sense of justice will be quickly wiped out, followed by long and endless pain, blood and fighting, midnight awakened from the bloody nightmare, layer upon layer of scars, from behind The insults and accusations that come will cut off the few soft spots on the hero, turning him into a dark wall that has become more and more silent.

And what hurts the hero the most is negation, the lack of hope.No matter how many times you put criminals in jail, the evil will always return, someone will always fall, someone will always commit a crime, and when the clown dies, there will always be another one, and it will always be worse than the original one - the city doesn't seem to be worth saving at all.In the face of the absolute evil of human nature, he will deny himself, thinking that he is a Sisyphus pushing a stone up a hill. Everything is just an endless loop.

This is a road full of pain and tears.

However, this is the path I choose.

Save everyone!

Jason took out a pressure bandage and wrapped it around Jack's side waist. The pressure bandage had a thin metal layer, which would automatically sense and contract against the skin, creating a vertical downward pressure to stop the bleeding.However, pressure bandages can only be used in emergency situations. It will cause poor blood flow while stopping bleeding. In severe cases, the extremities of the limbs will turn black and necrotic.Jason was worried that the pressure bandage he was carrying wasn't long enough, but fortunately, Jack's waist was quite thin.But the situation is still not optimistic. Jack injured the main artery, the pressure bandage will not last long, and the liver and kidney toxicity caused by the stabilizer, he must seek medical attention as soon as possible.

The air-raid shelters had serious water seepage, and the supporting structure had been in disrepair for a long time. Now it was blown up by a bomb, and it was even more crumbling. The huge concrete walls and load-bearing columns above their heads formed a relatively stable triangle just right, but they were only relatively stable and could not hold on Too long, and once the structure collapsed, both of them would have to be buried alive in the ground.The situation was urgent, and an adult man had to be taken out. There was no time for complete hemostasis. Jason could only tear off a corner of the cloak and tie it near the heart of the wound to reduce blood flow. At the same time, he put the tattered cloak Stuffing it into his mouth, he took out the sewing needle and thread.

The aorta was opened, and the bleeding could not be stopped by suturing, and Jason knew it in his heart.There was no time for anesthesia, so the 15-year-old boy was suffering from bleeding and severe pain for sutures. He first twisted up the two skins and sewed a few rough stitches, and sewed the skin flaps together with thick stitches. It was big, and there was still a lot of blood pouring out from the gap, as if a water bag had been poked a few times. It was the first time Jason discovered that he could bleed so much blood.

Then he took down a burning log, and the light from the flames lit his eyes, green and velvety.

He pressed the burning wood on the wound, and there was a moment of shocking pain, like a heavy hammer hitting the brain.There was a strong burnt smell in the air, Jason bit the cloak in his mouth tightly, and sticky blood froth came out when he breathed, trying to stay awake, the skin flaps were glued together in the high temperature, and the ruptured blood vessels were Burnt and closed.This method of hemostasis is completely drinking poison to quench thirst, like sticking broken things together before using them, regardless of whether it will shorten the service life of the items.

There was darkness in front of him. Jason was sure that he passed out two or three times in just a few minutes. Finally, the fire finally stopped the bleeding. He tore off Jack's relatively thin shirt, tied it to the wound, and then carried Jack up. , he was an underage boy supporting a grown man who was two heads taller than him, the situation looked a bit funny.

Go...go where the wind blows.

Jason gritted his teeth, the cloak had already been bitten into several holes.

The air-raid shelter is a product of the last century. Not long ago, the bat computer found the data from the pile of old papers and transmitted it to his communicator.In addition to the well that was buried in Stephen's house, there are four exits from the entire air-raid shelter, showing a square on the map. He went to the only one of the four wells that was not in the residents' homes. This well is located in the center of the small town of Yankee. Not far from the market, on the left is a dense residential area. Since the tap water system was connected to every household, no one has used this old and dirty ancient well anymore.

Jason dragged Jack across the collapsed ruins for an unknown amount of time, and finally came to this exit.There was waist-deep cold water at the bottom of the well, and the messy algae floated on the water surface. The wound on his thigh was soaked in cold water, and it hurt very much. He stood at the bottom of the well and looked up. From such a distance, the mouth of the well seemed to hang The bright moon in the sky is like the moon he saw through the window crack when he looked up many years ago when he comforted his seriously ill mother and sat beside her who was sleeping soundly.And the icy and pale cold light it cast failed to fall on him in the slightest.

"Bat... Batman..." Jason called out, he had lost his memory after being injured and walking so far.He didn't know whether the person who appeared at the mouth of the well was a hallucination.

Jason opened his eyes.

The sound of medical instruments ticked, and the bytes on the display screen jumped.

"I... Where am I?" Jason said as he wanted to sit up from the hospital bed.

Batman walked into the ward silently, like a pitch-black bird: "Gotham Mercy Hospital. Lie back."

"Where's Jack?"

"beside you."

Jason looked in the direction of Batman's finger. The notorious buffoon was lying on the hospital bed next door with his eyes closed.He was wearing a breathing mask, with several syringes tied on his arms, and the injection tubes were densely patted on the back of his neck. A row of large or small needle holes followed the outline of the spine, and finally disappeared under the large hospital gown.The ribs on the chest are protruding, supporting the thin flesh one by one, rising and falling with the rhythm of breathing.Under the dead white skin like a shroud, bystanders can see the light blue blood vessels bulging stiffly. Too many drugs were injected, and the walls of the blood vessels were so hard that they almost clump together, twisting and entangled like snakes. dead body.

The bright red blood continued to flow along the pipeline, flow into the dialysis machine on the side, and be transported back into the body.

Batman felt that the clown in front of him was a little strange, maybe because he didn't wear makeup.

At this moment, he was lying deep in the soft mattress, as pale as an empty shell that had lost his soul.Without the bright lip color and ferocious laughter, the feeling of horror and fear was also taken away.Without that, he doesn't look scary, there's nothing special about him.The world seems to be the most wonderful irony of everyone. It turns mediocre people everywhere into the most terrifying criminals in history, and turns clowns back into skinny ordinary men.

"What's wrong with him?" Jason frowned tightly, and he didn't understand why Jack suddenly started to have a nosebleed.

"The accumulated toxicity of the drugs has damaged his liver and kidney functions, and the stabilizer you gave him, made him have to undergo hemodialysis." Batman said succinctly, "If the situation is more serious, he will have to undergo regular dialysis. If it continues to develop..."

Neither of them said the next thing, but from the eyes of each other, Jason understood the unfinished meaning: if it continues to develop, for the sake of Jack's health, the drug has to be stopped. Release the clown from this body.