[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Jack opened his eyes.

He sat in a plush armchair, in front of a roaring fireplace, a dark brown felt carpet with long silk tassels at the corners.A small round basswood table sits next to the armchair, and a few old Victorian books are scattered about, with gold-painted daisies adorning the spines of the books.The yellow sunlight in the afternoon passes through the small carved windows and casts the shadows of swaying flowers on the floor.

safe house.

"Are you awake?" The clown sat on the armchair next to him. When he saw him wake up, he closed the book. "I've figured out all the tricks, and I'm pretending to be smart, but how does it feel to be turned back by a little man?"

Jack stared at him closely: "Is that what you said?"

The clown raised his eyebrows.

"What you said to Stephen,? Actually you said it, I am a father,? I know how much a father can sacrifice for his children...I won't say those words." Jack pursed his lips,? "The memory I saw at that time was your memory. You killed your father, mother, and wife, and you were finally brought to court. Your consciousness is eroding me."

The clown laughed out loud. He collapsed on the chair, trembling all over.In the end, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and once again taught him like a teacher: "Do you think I am the most evil in the world? I am omnipotent? Why didn't you see another option? ——You actually don't know What is a father, because you have no children at all, and you are the one who killed the father, the mother, and the wife, not me."

Jack looked at him coldly: "I have never done such a thing, no matter how much you confuse me,? I will..."

"No, no, no..." The clown stood up, shouted in a strange way, and at the same time he raised his palms up, danced, and circled around Jack with great interest, like a primitive man dancing around a campfire As if, the heels of expensive brogue shoes kicked on the solid wood floor, making a crisp sound, and in the rhythmic sound, he began to read his poem again, "Who will believe my poem in the future, if it is full of Your highest virtue? Though, God knows, it's only a cemetery where your life and half your true colors are buried.*"

(from Shakespeare's "Who Will Believe My Poems in the Age to Come")

He walked behind Jack, patted him on the shoulder, and kneaded it a few times like a massage: "Jack, why have you never thought about it, I have no superpowers, let alone magic, I am just an ordinary person, and I share the same with you." A brain. But I can see your memories and you can't see mine?"

Jack chose to remain silent. No matter how much he behaved like a psychopath in front of the road killer, he was still a normal person trembling in front of the real neuropathy.

The clown had expected his silence long ago, and was not angry at all: "You have always had the answer in your heart, but you dare not face it, just like the bat that dared not face it and he will never grow up. You dare not look at me You are afraid to see your name, your wife, your child... You don’t even dare to think deeply about why it is 1/2 instead of 2/3, because you are afraid to find out that you are me!”

"No. You want to seduce me, so that I will be corrupted by you." Jack shook his head,

"I said, Jack——I'm a normal person, I don't have super powers, I don't know magic, I'm not an evil god who will go crazy at a glance. I don't have the ability to corrupt you! Don't deify me!!" The clown became annoyed, as if looking at a student The stubborn teacher repeated to Jack over and over again what had been said badly, "This is the reason why you will come back here and why you will never be able to resist me! You can't lie to yourself, you are in your heart It is so agreed in the depths - you are me!"

"No...no, no, no!" Jack stood up and snarled at him, as if this would make him less panicked, and the two identical faces faced each other in the afternoon light, as if caught between two people. With an invisible mirror. "Clown, why do you agree that you and I are not alone?!"

The clown looked at him with loving eyes: "Because only in this way can you live."

This time it was Jack's turn to froze.

"You said that there has always been a huge gravitational force between us, like two double stars revolving around each other, and the final result is to fall towards each other. So we all have to resist, but you thought you were the only one resisting, but I didn't do anything? Or do you think I'm the source of gravity? I ask you, Jack, why do you think so, have I ever hurt you and caused you pain so far? If it wasn't for my efforts, you would be It will hit me on the first day! Now you are yelling at me?!" The clown roared, his face was ferocious and distorted, like a ghost crawling out of hell, "I tell you, Jack, everyone in the world If they can condemn me, they can insult me, hate me, kill me, and spit me! They can quarter me, hang my body on the gallows to dry, even 100 years later. Tombstone spitting! They all qualify, but you don't! Only you have to love me! Because I hate everyone equally, but I love you! I am protecting you!"

After he said all this, he suddenly slipped down like wax tears, and Jack hurriedly caught him—he didn't think he should hug the clown, but he did so subconsciously.It was as if he understood that the clown's words were untrustworthy, but he was still moved by him for a moment.The clown was held in his arms, and his bones were hard under the big purple suit. At this moment, he changed from a ghost to an ordinary man, pale, thin, weak, and slow, like a handful of Chai Xin after burning, when the raging fire extinguished, Only dead white ashes remained, and no one could see that the devilish power had been burned in this body.

The clown was hugged by him, and he smiled hoarsely, like ridicule and relief.He was very thin and dark bruises circled under his eyes, which were covered by eyeshadow, making him look even more haggard.

"Why do you love me?" Jack asked him.

The clown grinned, this time with a sneer: "What nonsense are you talking about... Honey, if I don't even love you, who can I love? If this is a love story, you should now say 'I love you too ' is."

"No, I won't say I love you. If I guess correctly, once I say this, it means that I agree with you, and you will devour me then." Jack lowered his eyes.

"...Hey, ha, ha, ha, ha...hahaha! Hahahahaha——!"

The clown screamed and laughed like a sharp knife, slowly peeling off his skin from top to bottom.Jack could feel his body vibrating, all the muscles and blood trembling, the strong heart muscle beating against the ribs, his chest became a drumhead, the clown was lying in his arms, still laughing, the laughter grew louder and louder. Bigger and crazier, happy laughter echoed throughout the safe house.

The clown suddenly pulled his hair, grabbed the back of his head, and kissed him while smiling. His lips were as dry as two pieces of sandpaper. This kiss had no lingering meaning, but was full of bloody smell.

"Yes, yes! Smart boy, I love your smarts so much! You guessed it, I will eat you! We are like praying mantises, you reject me out of fear, but you will one day I will overcome it, and on that day, when you admit that you love me, it is also your death date!" The kiss was over, as if the strange lingering and affectionate just now were illusions, the clown's eyes were still burning with the flame of the devil, he Sneered viciously at him, "This is the best story, we fell in love to make sense, but neither of us can change the ending. Either you eat me or I eat you."

Jack opened his eyes.

There was a snow-white ceiling in front of my eyes, and the cold ticking sound from the instrument came to my ears, followed by a quarrel between an adult man and a teenager.

"Jason, you shouldn't have taken him out. You're too reckless in this matter, and you should leave it to me when I get back."

"Leave it to you. If you come back later, more than one innocent child will be killed!"

"I know you want to deal with this case as soon as possible, but you should never take Jack out. If something goes wrong with him, you have no effective countermeasures. When he commits a crime, you will also be guilty."

"But there's nothing wrong with him."

"That's just a coincidence, Jason! He's the most terrifying criminal in Gotham, and it's not time for you to face him yet."

"Enough, Batman, I'm not a child anymore! You don't have to protect me as a child, I'm your Robin!"

'Gotham's scariest criminal' laying aside: "…"

No, why did the father and son quarrel when they woke up?

Or else just keep quiet, it would be embarrassing for Batman and his son to find out that they were arguing red-faced in front of an outsider.

But Jason, what are you doing, Jason, when you told me, "Batman would do this", "I will definitely inherit Batman's cape", the tone and demeanor is called a respect, love and admiration, and then You fight with Batman as soon as he's in front of him?

But what Batman said is true, Jason, is there any difference between releasing the clown and attaching a bomb/bomb that exploded to you?

Oh I'm a clown, that's fine.

Jack was not speechless for a long time. He had known Jason's character for a long time. To put it bluntly, he was rebellious, but to put it bluntly, he was twisted, very twisted.When he was Batman's Robin, he was impulsive and irritable. He was reprimanded by Batman for breaking the criminal's collarbone.But contrary to most people's impressions, Jason's personality is not bad, he will apologize when he is reprimanded by Batman, and he will work hard to save his mother. The deep thing is that he once ran around for a child who lost his parents. After all, he still has a soft heart.

Clown, look what you've done, you ruined everything.

Hearing that the two were quarreling more and more fiercely, according to Wayne's father's glorious tradition of kindness and filial piety, it seemed that they really seemed to be fighting in the hospital bed.Jack glanced at Jason's thigh quietly. The little boy—15 years old is still a little boy in the eyes of Jack, who is almost twice his age—was still wrapped in gauze, and he was injured and wanted to follow Batman. The quarrel is worthy of being the Robin brought out by Batman, and he has the demeanor of the future President Mi.

So he hurriedly made some noise, lifted the curtain separating the two hospital beds with his hand pierced with injection needles, and said with a smile: "I said, the Dark Knight of Gotham—your Robin has been working so hard for so long, Solving a case without relying on anyone, no credit but hard work, how much to praise others."