[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

8 minutes later, Arkham Asylum on the outskirts of Gotham City.

"What's the situation now?" When James Gordon lit a cigarette and walked into the dark, he heard a voice coming from the back of his head.He turned his head without any surprise, and saw Batman coming out of the shadows, the latter wrapped in a pitch-black cape, like a pitch-black crow perched on a branch.

Commissioner Gordon rubbed his temples with a headache, and his eyes were dark blue from lack of sleep: "Jack's detention of the clown has expired. After a year, he reappeared, and he even asked to talk to you by name."

He threw Batman a walkie-talkie,? After a brief rustling mechanical noise, came a voice that made Batman PTSD,? The iconic joking tone and deadly coloratura,? Everything was damn familiar, He can imagine the man on the other end of the walkie-talkie flicking his tongue fancy: "Hello, little bat,? I'm sure,? You must be very lonely in a year without me. But it's okay, your old buddy from Hell is back—don't pretend to be surprised, you know I always will,? Jack can't keep me.”

"What do you want, Joker?" Batman said in a low voice, his eyes illuminated by rows of alternately flashing red and blue lights.

Almost half of the police and special forces in Gotham City are here,? Batons, body armor, explosion-proof shields and submachine guns are distributed to everyone,? Snipers on tall buildings aim at every glass in Arkham Asylum,? Shoot The permit was urgently issued by the Mayor of Gotham City.Escaping from the iron wall composed of hundreds of people is tantamount to fantasy. Maybe the clown never thought of escaping from the beginning.He sneered at Batman: "You don't have to say some stereotypes, I came back to this cursed city, just want to relive our good times with you. Listen, let's play a game, the rules of the game are as follows: Next, I will open the first floor of the Arkham Asylum that I am holding hostage, and release five guards, all of them are strapped with time/time/bomb/bombs, and the countdown is 60 seconds. I guess this time is only enough for you to dismantle one bomb / Play, then, make your choice."

As soon as the clown finished speaking, in the eyes of everyone, the door on the first floor was opened.The heavily armed police stepped forward with the explosion-proof shield and walked into the lobby on the first floor of Arkham. In the lobby, there were many guards with blood on their faces, all bloody and bloody, and their personnel were unknown.

However, when the heavily armored policeman and Batman walked into the hall, their eyes were not attracted by the wounded on the ground, but they first saw a black figure hanging in mid-air, like a pitch-black bat hanging upside down, The top of the tall hall swayed.

"Oh my god, the clown tore open the human skin and hung it there..." The shape was too ominous, combined with the clown's notoriety, this was the only thought in everyone's mind.

Emergency doctors in white coats tore through the crowd, rushed in, and loaded the injured onto stretchers.The injured guards, without exception, were wearing helmets and body armor. Judging from their equipment, they should be the guards guarding the inner area. Most of them passed out, their faces were pale and bloodless.Batman saw that some of them had severe fractures, several strange bends in their arms and calves, and some of them were simply disfigured, with bloody wounds all over their faces.A large amount of blood spread on the floor, casting dark shadows on the dark marble tiles. According to this terrible amount of bleeding, even if someone was lucky enough to survive the clown, he would die in the ambulance due to blood loss.

Before he had time to think about it, the people the clown was talking about pounced on them. A few unlucky bastards, they were weeping bitterly. They were strapped with time/timer/bomb/bombs, and a red countdown was displayed on the palm-sized display screen.Batman didn't say a word, he didn't think about dismantling the bomb, but pulled out a special knife from the universal belt, and cut the rope tied with the bomb.The military product newly developed by Wayne Group has a blade so sharp that it is only nanometer thick, and it can even cut ultra-high molecular weight polyethylene mixed with thin steel wires.

The police brought the explosion-proof barrels, and Batman threw the bombs into them one by one, and then retreated collectively, waiting for the bombs to explode.

However, they waited for a long time, until the countdown ended, no one heard the muffled sound of the explosion, Batman's brows gradually frowned, as if he had thought of something, he opened the lid of the explosion-proof barrel, and set the /time/explosion/ The bullet was taken out.The display screen had been turned off a long time ago, and it was pitch black. He touched it with his hand, as if he had touched a switch, and the screen automatically flipped over, spitting out a... a small wooden cuckoo, pushed by a spring, once They came in and out all at once, and called "cuckoo" and "cuckoo".

The policemen in full armor and loaded with live ammunition looked at the funny cuckoo toy. For a while, there was only mocking "cuckoo" cries in the room. The scene was a bit indescribable...embarrassing.

There was still a note in the cuckoo's mouth. Batman picked it up, and there was only one line of English written on it:

Fool?who?falls?for?it.

Batman flicked the rope hook gun violently, and under everyone's gaze, he rose like an elevator to the sky above the hall, next to the bat-shaped shadow.Then he saw the shadow's real body—it was just a rough kite, with a hat, T-shirt and stockings hanging on it. Under the low light conditions, it really looked like a skinned kite hanging from a distance. Corpses in the sky.

He descended and heard the policemen discussing the mess in the treatment room—in order to deal with various emergencies, the treatment room kept a large amount of blood plasma all year round.

Plasma - Wounded - Wounded Guards - Ambulance.A series of clues rushed into my mind like lightning, revealing the plain truth in the blink of an eye.Jack's technique is not very clever, but he can play psychological tactics. When they rushed into the room, he drew their attention to the kite, and then let the guards who were strapped with toy bombs harass him. The links were interlocking, so that he had no time to breathe, and could not conduct careful observation and thinking, so Jack was able to escape among the unremarkable wounded.Batman gritted his teeth and pressed the micro-communicator next to his ear: "Penny One (Alfred's code name), investigate all the ambulances that came to Arkham Asylum tonight, locate them, Jack pretended to be injured The guard in one of the ambulances, we have to find him."

Alfred's voice was full of surprise: "Jack?"

"Yes, Jack. He knocked them out, faked injuries, and used a lot of medical plasma." Batman paused, "But no one died."

On the other side, in the ambulance.

Jack sat in the driver's seat, took off his helmet, and casually tossed his seaweed-like black-green hair. Honestly, it hadn't been cut in a year and a half.Several doctors were knocked out by him and thrown in the car. He took off his body armor and camouflage uniform, opened the car window, and sang a nursery rhyme hoarsely in the sea-smelling evening wind. The singing is like the screech of boiling steam, with a penetrating strange magic: "Tom is the son of the piper, and he learned to play the pipe when he was very young. But there is only one song he can play, That's 'over the hills, away'. Over the hills, away. Wind, take my ribbon..."

Batman reacted quickly, Jack drove the ambulance into a hidden corner, and then stepped out of the ambulance, thin white mist floated in the air, a familiar autumnal atmosphere.

The night fell, and the iron-gray sky was like a sponge saturated with water, gradually spitting out light rain.As the evening wind blows, the dark green ivy gradually rises and falls, and there is a faint fragrance of rotten flowers that is as intoxicating as wine.The sky is clear and dark blue. It changes color with the waxing and waning of the bright moon. The mercury-like moonlight is cut into pieces by the carved railings and turned into crystal-clear debris. The light came up and shone on Jack's black-green hair, like a silent bloom slowly undulating, slapping his cheeks and the side of his neck.

Jack took a deep breath of damp air and sighed, "Freedom..."

after one day.

Gotham City is an ancient industrial city, and the smell of coal dust in the air is quite strong.Jack was sitting in the waiting area of ​​the airport, patrolling the policemen coming and going, people with luggage passing by, passengers walking in a hurry, without exception, with their heads bowed, like a docile flock of sheep.

The sky over Gotham City is full of haze, lead clouds weigh heavily on the horizon, and the clouds and tides are churning, embellishing the horizon, constantly breaking and regenerating. In the gloomy morning, bells are heard from the high tower in the distance. The Victorian blue brick and stone walls, It is covered with dark and damp moss and creepers, and when the wind blows, it becomes a layer of green waves.The white dove rises and falls, and the eyes of the dove are as black as the sky.The street is muddy, but the windows on the side of the road are spotless. Behind the oak-colored glass windows, there are gorgeous oriental porcelain and exquisite Persian cashmere carpets on display. Young and beautiful Spanish shop assistants are busy in the small shop.

The sky is gradually brightening, and the lights are turned on one by one. This is a humid and calm autumn, and the sun is like a round of molten iron extinguished behind the horizon.The sentinel on guard held up an umbrella, and the rainwater beat on the umbrella surface, making muffled sounds like weeping.

Jack was wearing a pitch-black wide-brimmed top hat, a gray-black cashmere coat, black lambskin gloves on his hands, a clean white silk bow tie on his chest, and a silver rose brooch with thin gold threads Glasses, under the glasses is a pale face, black hair covering the pale neck, beautiful sapphire blue pupils, high nose bridge, thin lips, three-dimensional and deep facial features, some black under the eyes, showing A kind of eerie beauty and handsomeness, like an old vampire who has slept for thousands of years.He crossed his two slender and straight legs, and was reading the new "Gotham City Daily Morning News". Today's front page published a new report: "After a year, the clown escaped from Arkham Asylum"

Jack looked at his watch and put down the newspaper.At this time, the sweet voice of the announcer came from the radio: "Passengers who are taking flight H625 and headed to the metropolis, please pay attention, boarding starts now..."