[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Father?" Damian approached the priest kneeling under the cross of Christ,? Asked, "Did you see anyone passing by here?"

The priest didn't even look back: "I only saw you."

Damian walked up to him and looked the priest up and down. He was tall, about 1.9 meters, with an ordinary face, dark red curly hair, obviously not given to Dick five years ago The one who gave the funeral.However, he understands that personnel changes in the church are common, and after the Greek gods appeared in real form, other sects withered under the power of the gods, and a large number of believers converted to Greek gods. Gotham is not a religious atmosphere. It is not a surprise that the former priest left the city,? So he said, "Why are you still praying so late?"

"Because the kingdom of heaven is near, we should repent. ("The Bible · Matthew")" The priest still knelt, folded his hands, and kissed the silver cross pendant.

"Repent?" Damian raised his head, "It's not me who should repent,? It's my father."

The priest tilted his head slightly and glanced at him.Damian realized that he was out of control, and tried his best to put on a cold expression, as if he didn't care. The priest seemed to have seen a lot of people like him, and sighed: "Say what you want,? It doesn't matter. Shameless,? God will forgive you."

Damian looked at the cross hanging high on the top of the church. It seemed that after five years, he saw the dead Dick's face again.Dick, lying among the white roses, had a serene face, clean and spotless.His father was holding a black umbrella with a straight handle. He didn't seem to have slept well. His face was pale, his lips were pale, and a few strands of black hair were wet from the drizzle, and the water was sticking to his face. He didn't look at him, as if He was not in his eyes.Damian clenched his fists and said loudly, "Will God forgive everyone?"

"Yes."

"Even if you kill someone, can you be forgiven?"

The priest turned his head back and stared at the marble floor: "Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future (from Oscar Wilde)."

"This is a total sophistry. Some people are full of evil. How can they deserve a future? I've had enough of them. Those lunatics who always create chaos and take lives, why should they think they should be helped?!" Damian growled He was talking, halfway through the words, but suddenly stopped. At the place where he was standing, Dick's coffin had been laid out, and he took a step back, as if he was afraid or missing something.Finally he lowered his head and looked at his own reflection on the black marble tiles. Five years later, he was as tall as he remembered Dick, and he murmured for a while.He said softly: "Yes, I should repent, I did an unforgivable wrong thing. But, before that, I want to hear the cries of those lunatics when they go to hell, otherwise I will kneel before God to repent !"

The priest didn't respond, just sighed.

"What are you sighing for? I know you don't think Superman is charitable enough, but he brought retribution to the most deranged criminals, and he created a world where there is no crime and Batman is no longer needed at night. This is our ideal!"

"No, Superman has no ideals, he's just fear. He's a god among men, and never felt the pain of loss until the Joker took it all from him. He's scared like a child, squandering the power in his hands, it's a Tragic, no one could stand against him, educate him, the world let him go, like a child's toy, and he was stuck on the day Louise died."

The argument that Damian had heard from Alfred was now uttered by this priest again. He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Whether it is fear or other things, we have ended crime and war, created There is a new order, which is definitely not a bad thing."

"You are not the parents of human beings. Even if you were, human beings have already passed the age of being led by their parents, so they will resent you and hate you. They may not hate centralization, but they definitely hate control. And dictatorship is means control."

"But human beings are as stupid as children! Always repeating crime, war, chaos, taking lives, making broken families cry, wasting energy on meaningless things, going in circles, detours, repeating The cycle that has been repeated before never learns from history, and the stupid things that happened in the past are still happening over and over again!"

The priest taught like a patient teacher: "Maybe you are right. People are always like this. They keep repeating, bumping into walls, and crying for the same pain. Repeat wars and kill each other. But don't Disdain for that, don't look down on them, don't keep saying 'human beings', that's too arrogant, you have to look them up, see their beauty, know their ugliness, know that people have done bad things like devils, and have done Jesus-like good deeds. You can’t define them as hopeless and arrogantly come down to save them. See the truth and still love it, that’s what heroes do.”

"You mean Superman is too arrogant? Do you know what he's done for humanity—"

"He is not human. So he can't see the truth clearly, and the powerful force makes him confused. If you can fly, you don't understand how big the world is to people who can only run; if you can live without the earth, You don’t understand how wonderful it is for humans to be able to breathe air; when you have the ability to enslave all people, it’s hard for you to love them. Anything that hasn’t been touched is superficial.” The priest paused, “He Grieved by his power, he clearly lost to fear. Now, he's nothing like Batman except superficial power."

Damian murmured, obviously he knew what the priest said was right, Superman had killed too many people, and it was ridiculous that Batman's sense of morality, which made him sick, was the reason Superman was still alive today.But he still argues: "At least he's a better father than Batman!"

"When you stand praying, if you have a grudge against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father who is in the heavens may also forgive your transgressions." ("Bible·Mark")" The priest is still Sigh slightly, "You have to forgive him, maybe he doesn't love you as much as other parents give their children, but this is all he can give you. He lost his parents too early and didn't know how to be a father. He tried his best to I love you, but the method is clumsy."

"Enough! I don't want to hear the 'I don't love, I just don't know how to love' argument anymore!" Damian jumped up suddenly, roaring as if someone had said something to his heart, and walked around the church anxiously Back and forth, like a trapped animal, "You know what? Did you see the look in his eyes? He hates me! He doesn't think I'm his son anymore, he excludes me, thinks I'm hopeless I feel like he's trying to reform me and save me is the worst thing he's ever done in his life..."

"Don't think this way. He loves you. He lost his family and threw himself into darkness. You are his son. You saved his family. Love you so that he can be saved. He needs you more than you need him." Father Looking at him, the pale golden eyes sparkled with sparkling light: "Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous; love is not boastful or arrogant. It does not seek its own benefits, is not easily angered, and does not calculate The evil of man. Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. ("Bible · Book of James")"

Damian was silent. He took a few steps and stood behind the priest. The huge circular stained glass window cast his shadow like an elongated cross. The dark shadow enveloped the priest. The latter was still kneeling, Steady as Mount Tai, sticking the cross to the forehead, staring at the hanging crucifix.Damian patted him on the shoulder and said softly: "So you can also read the Bible? In your world, are you a priest?"

"No, it's just an ordinary criminal who was imprisoned in Arkham Asylum because of dissociative personality disorder." The priest smiled.

"Why don't you run away?"

"I can't escape, my leg is injured. If you pursue too closely, you will be caught up sooner or later, and your hiding place will be exposed. It's better to see if I can trick you." The priest said, pulling off the red wig on his head , "It doesn't seem to work."

"If you can restrain your desire to be a teacher, maybe it is really possible to hide it. You want to persuade me, but I have heard enough persuasion over the years. It is not your turn to criticize the Bat Family! Since you are Father, then give you time to repent, Superman is coming soon."

"You know I'm not the clown of your world?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I didn't kill you immediately, and left you enough time to repent?" Damian continued another sentence in his heart: and this is the church where Dick's funeral was held, I don't want your blood to stain here.

"Come on, if God sees us as two, then I haven't done much wrong, and there's no need for a long story. If we are one, God will never hear my confession. He should have said it before I said the first word. Burn my tongue. You said I was too talkative, so I will give you another piece of advice."

Damian picked his ears: "Do you want me to leave Superman? I'm tired of hearing this too."

"No, I want to say, when you can end something quickly, don't delay, like now, I'm telling you a meaningless truth, just to buy time and let them pick me up. "Jack stood up from the ground. At the same time, the searchlight shot into the church. It was brilliant in an instant, as if an angel had descended. Thousands of white beams of light were the sword of judgment. The black bat machine hovered over the church. Besides, put down a rope ladder.

Damian was still about to speak, but Wonder Woman jumped off the bat machine, kicked him hard on the chest, kicked him upside down, hit the marble wall, his chest felt sweet, and he spat out a few mouthfuls Blood.He felt dizzy and dizzy, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to the top of his head. After struggling for a few seconds, he finally opened his eyes with difficulty. Looking at the figure running towards the rope ladder, he couldn't help shouting: "Why? Protect him, Wonder Woman!"

"Because he once protected us." Wonder Woman didn't even look back at him, "The Wonder Woman of this world has tarnished her name, maybe I will fall in love with a man as a woman, but I will never forget, in this world Before, I was a warrior and hero of Paradise Island. I will challenge her!"

Jack whistled and took off the priest's black camouflage robe, revealing the purple suit underneath.He ran a few steps, jumped up and grabbed the tail of the ladder, and tried to climb up, his black-green hair flying in the howling wind, like algae floating in sea water.But at this moment, he suddenly felt a bone-piercing cold wind, and a terrifying coldness slipped into his spine like a snake. He was held hostage by a huge ominous feeling like a frightened cat. .This ominous premonition was only forewarned for a second in advance, and the next moment, the rope ladder slipped from his palm, and he was grabbed by a giant hand.

Someone grabbed him by the collar and lifted him into the air.Jack dazzled, and it took him a long time to see the person in front of him clearly.

Injustice Superman with a yellow light ring.

All the hustle and bustle went away, he smiled at Jack, his blue glasses were as clear as a child's, and for the first time Jack saw an expression similar to "gentleness" on that tyrant's face, he seemed to have turned back to the planet The little reporter of the daily newspaper, turned back into the embodiment of humility and hope.The normal and creepy smile made Jack feel very familiar, and it took him a long time to realize that he had seen the exact same look on the face of the clown.

The next thing he saw, Superman put his hand lightly on his shoulder.Jack didn't feel any pain, really no, he only heard the sound of the bones in his shoulder breaking, and in the voice, there was another extremely familiar call: "Jack—"

"—let me out."