[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

The long war between the Rebels and the Superman regime ended with the capture of Superman.

The connecting space of the two worlds is disturbed by the ripples of the dark multiverse,? It will take seven to ten days to stabilize to the point where it can be opened again.Aquaman reorganized Atlantis, Wonder Woman went to Paradise Island,? Injustice Bat and Batman put an end to the war: restore the pre-war law, replace superpower soldiers with police, deal with the heroes of the Superman camp, will not Yi Chaoren was imprisoned in the Red Sun Prison, upgraded the security measures of the Super Prison, re-established the state power that had almost disappeared, cleaned up the messy economy under the dictatorship regime, and returned the voting rights and voting rights to the people...

After this, there is another plan quietly proceeding: to build the artificial intelligence carrier of the Tower of Babel Project, "Brother Eyes".

(The Tower of Babel Project: From "Justice League: Destruction", Batman has reserved for each hero,? In case they suddenly defect, this plan is the "Babel Tower Project". But this plan was destroyed by Rashaw Go, nearly destroy the Justice League)

Five years ago, the Wayne Group of the Injustice World was affected by the news that "Bruce Wayne is Batman", and the stock price was greatly shaken. When the war ended, the property of Bruce Wayne When the freeze expired and the Wayne Group returned to the Unjust Bat, a large part of its property had shrunk, including Wayne Technology headed by Lucius.Under the attack of the injustice Superman, Wayne Technology is basically empty.The first time the Injustice Bat came back was to retrieve Lucius and form a new Wayne Technology. Taking advantage of this time, the two Batmen were going to write out a rough structure together, and fill in the details after Wayne Technology was reorganized. .

There is someone more suitable than them for the project of writing the brother eye program, but the two Batmen are tacitly aware of it, and no one mentions it to Jack.Another identity of Jack is there,? Even if he can write a flawless brother eye,? Batman will never use it.

But it's inevitable that the Unjust Bat will talk to Batman about Jack.

"How's your clown?" Unrighteous Bat pretended to be unintentional and asked casually.

"I'm not in good spirits, I asked Harry to watch him." Batman didn't look back.

"No condemnation?"

"There is a difference between him and a clown. He is not born evil, but he is angry."

"If we had had this kind of encouragement with our Robin, maybe Damian wouldn't be in jail right now."

Batman was silent, not answering the other's bitter teasing.

"How sure are you?"

Batman knows exactly what he means, "How sure are you that you're going to keep Jack safe for life": "One-and-a-half percent."

Too low, thought Bat Injustice.

"The clown has more influence on him than I thought, and I can't keep guarding him forever." Batman paused, "To fight the clown, he can only rely on himself."

While talking, the two walked through the corridor and turned into the studio. It was stated in the report that Harry gave him not long ago that Jack had been silent these days and had been sitting alone in the studio drawing.The thick twilight penetrates the transparent French windows, and under the reflection of the golden red sunset, the lake in the distance is like a smooth silk.The glass was filled with streams of dew, each drop reflecting the yellow sky like melted paint or tears from the setting sun.As the night deepens, the lights gradually turn on, like countless orange jellyfish, those lights connect with each other and merge into a river of shining warm light.

There was no one in the studio, only a portrait covered under a velvet cloth, Batman lifted the cloth, and on the canvas was a familiar man standing in the depths of the darkness, wearing an expensive dark purple suit, with dark green curly hair It hangs down to the shoulders, glistening with a seaweed-like texture in the pale cold light.That devilish smile floated on a familiar face, and the light of snake scales danced in bright green eyes.The clown in the painting stares at him coldly, behind him is a bouquet of blooming belladonna flowers.

Batman turned the painting around, and there was a line of small characters written on the back:

I can't hear your voice (I? Can't? hear? you).

The fog was thick, and the roads in Gotham were winding and winding. There was a drizzle not long ago, and the path made of bluestone slabs was wet and cold.

The tall birch forest was filled with fog, and the wet water vapor rose in the air, condensing into fine ice crystals.The shadow of the canopy looms in the deep forest, and the evening wind brings the cold wave from the south, crossing the white mountain pass and the tombstones standing deep in the jungle.The war is over, and the freed people hang colorful flags in the streets and alleys, like prayer flags fluttering. The autumn wind stirs the black and green creepers covered with frost, and the layers of leaves undulate like wheat waves.

In the depths of the vast jungle, the indigo lake was like soft velvet, supporting a light-colored gemstone. Jack exhaled a mouthful of cold air. In the gap between the tree canopies, he saw the ripples of the lake water shining in the yellow twilight.

Instead of Moriarty or Deadly Joke, he put on the Pale Knight suit, a spotless snow-white suit with a golden corsage on his chest, like a white waterfowl.He was sitting on a bench by the lake, the night had fallen, and the street lights turned on one by one.There was no one around, he sat alone for a long time, until the street lamp stretched his shadow long, then he raised his head as if awakened, sighed, took out a transparent bowl-shaped disc, and put it upside down on his nose and mouth .

He closed his eyes, and in the comforting darkness, the familiar smell of lemon sea salt perfume gradually emerged, like a hint of some kind of fate, or a lingering curse. Jack opened his eyes, and the phantom of the clown had already sat down. by his side.

In the breeze, the clown folded his hands and looked straight ahead. His curly curly hair fell down, and the dry ends of his hair slowly covered his neck.He turned his head, squinted his sour green eyes, and said with a smile, "Fear gas?"

"If you don't respond to me, I can only do this." Jack looked at him. "I called you in my dream, but you deliberately didn't show up and left me alone. You have never been so quiet before."

The clown responded with a sneer: "Come when you call, go away when you wave, what do you think I am? I am not something, you use it when you need it, and throw me into the corner of your mind if you don't need it. It's a person, I have a temper."

"You said you loved me."

The clown showed a specious smile, he turned his body slightly, held Jack's face in his slender, pale and cold hands, and said in a voice so gentle that water dripped out: "Yes, I love you, so I love you. Suffering from your anger, slander, your shallowness, your distrust and demand, your empty heart. I dare say that if I hadn't helped you, you would have been swallowed up, and there was no time to look at the world One glance. But you never appreciate it, you suspect me without evidence, attack me, accuse me of being the source of all misfortunes, when you have a problem, you immediately ask that bat for help, when he can't solve it, you You just started looking for me all over the world, and you always put me last, it's not fair—listen, this! No! Fair! Fair!"

Under the gaze of the clown, Jack drooped his eyes, the long, thick eyelashes drooping down, showing a subtle, stiff pleading.An ominous premonition arose in the clown's heart, he leaned back slightly, and shouted: "Oh no...you can't do this. You cheated!"

Jack lowered his head and said softly, "I admit defeat, please help me."

"You should be obedient and let me calm down before making this request."

"Sweet talk is too much trouble, I don't want to think about it. You just think we've had a good night, and I'll ask you that the next morning."

The clown laughed angrily at him.He stood up from the bench, circling with his hands behind his back like a trapped animal, like a rabid lion: "I've had enough of you, nothing good has happened since you appeared, you took away my freedom, personality and Dignity, you're ungrateful, bossing me around and messing with my body with psychotropic drugs, then the bat's going to put you to sleep and dump the mess on me. Why? We're supposed to be enemies in one body, I'm better off without you. Why are you so perfunctory and think I'll definitely help you?"

Jack sat on the chair, folded his hands, and spoke calmly.The words in his mouth were like bullets in a magazine, hitting the clown's pumping heart: "Because you love me, you can't live without me."

The clown stopped suddenly.

He stood still for a long time like a stone statue, his curly hair swaying slightly in the evening wind, and for a moment he was as lonely as an ordinary man.He turned around, two pairs of golden and green eyes looked at each other, their amber pupils reflected each other's small shadows, and finally the clown gave a wry smile, which was the first time Jack heard him wryly smile: " Jack, you are getting smarter and smarter, and I can't stand it. Look at you now, you know how to blackmail me. But you are right, I can't live without you. "

Jack was silent.The clown sat back beside him again, sighed and said, "Ask whatever you want, you have begged me for mercy, what can I do for you?"

Jack lowered his head, fiddling with his slender fingers, and suddenly a little metallic flash appeared on the lace-covered cuffs. It was a gray-black left/wheel/hand/gun, and the butt and body of the gun were full of complicated Golden rose pattern: "Joker, if I were your personality, why did you create me? As you said, my appearance is not a good thing for you."

The phantom of the clown lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled gray-white smoke. Look carefully at his demeanor and movements, which are exactly the same as Jack: "Actually, there is no purpose, but you were born, and I am a little interested, so I rescued you , let you grow up gradually, and finally be able to exist independently. At that time, I felt that the world was meaningless, and heroes were Sisyphus who pushed stones. Ring's hope, how funny that would be. Maybe he'll stand up and run for mayor, maybe he'll be a symbol of hope in Gotham, maybe he'll walk in and out of the Batcave, maybe he'll be given a new code name,' Oracle', 'Prophet', 'Batwing'...whatever, he's going to be a member of the Bat-Family anyway! But he's going to be eaten by me anyway, that's the finale of the burlesque, the most The funniest gag, I'm going to quibble about in the last scene - it's all meaningless. Because hope is false and darkness will always return."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you before this, even if I want to die with you?" Jack clenched the left/wheel/hand/gun in his hand.

"You want to be a hero here?"

"Who knows?"

Jack said lightly, he turned the gun over, the black muzzle pointed at his chin, the cold and hard texture pressed against the mandible, bringing the pungent smell of gun oil.He remembered the stories he had read before. Swallowing a gun is the most efficient and painless method of suicide. The strong kinetic energy of the bullet will destroy the brain tissue in an instant without causing any pain. A time of remorse for the suicidal.He closed his eyes and put his fingers on the trigger. He thought he would tremble, but no, it seemed that after a long time or even a moment, the silence around him made him think that the phantom of the clown had disappeared, so he licked his lips and said softly Asked: "Aren't you going to persuade me?"

"No need, whether you pull the trigger or not is your own choice." The clown's voice sounded like a distant ringing sound carried by the evening wind, "No matter which path you choose, they all have meaning. "

Jack was stunned, he laughed, put down the revolver/hand/gun, and chuckled a few times: "You are like this, I can't hate you."

"There's no need to express 'I'll say I love you later' so cryptically."

"I want to live a few more years."

"I also want you to live longer."

"Will we fall in love?"

"I will fall in love for a moment."

The laughter rolled in Jack's throat, so distorted, it was like a hoarse sob: "Joker, I want one more thing."

The clown looked straight ahead without looking at him: "What do you want?"

Jack caressed the handle/gun like a lover's white wrist: "I want a bullet that can kill you."

"You already have it, it's in your hands."

"No, it's just something that can kill your dick, I can only let you die with me, but, even if you lose your life, you will come back countless times, Gotham will always have a clown. But I want A bullet that can break your spirit and kill you completely, you know what that is." Jack moved closer to the clown, the illusion created by the fear gas was too real, the warm breaths of the two of them seemed to be intertwined, Jack whispered, as if uttering a malicious curse: "I want your real name."

The clown was not surprised at all, but showed a secretive smile. He possessed himself and pressed close to Jack's ear. The smell of sea salt perfume became stronger and stronger, almost making people dazzled.A few words spit out in Jack's ears, with a chuckle wrapped around him, Jack grabbed his dark purple sleeves, the delicate lace on the cuffs made his wrists itchy, but this was nothing compared to the warm breath sprayed on the pinna , and now his fingers were trembling.Accompanied by the clown's answer, he showed a wry smile: "Sure enough."

"Surprised?" The clown laughed.

"No, I just had a hunch." Jack shook his head, "Sometimes I hate my intuition very much, because it's so accurate."

"It's just about time." The clown sighed, the effect of the fear gas gradually disappeared, and his figure became thinner and thinner.The time he appeared this time was shorter than the last time. It seems that Jack's body is developing resistance to the fear gas. Once the fear gas fails to work, Jack will no longer be able to use this method to meet the clown. This is the most regrettable thing between them. One of the most fascinating places, maybe they will never meet in reality.

I know that this is the best, but I still feel a little reconciled.

Jack was silent for a while, and at the moment when the clown finally disappeared, he said, "Come to my dream at night, we should have a kiss."

The clown laughed: "Is this a belated sweet talk?"

"No," Jack shook his head, "this is a sincere invitation."

The clown left, and Gotham's lakeside regained its tranquility.

Jack sat on the bench by the lake, letting the evening wind blow his clothes, he felt like he had become a thin kite, the string was broken, and he was dangling in the high clouds.The night was dark, the moon hung over the treetops, the mercury-like moonlight streamed down, and the soft glow drew a fluffy bright edge on the gentleman by the lake.

The wind was mixed with the approaching smell of blood, bandages, gunpowder, and anesthetics. He could guess how this Gotham knight would stop by and fight for justice on the way here, defeating those street gangsters wielding knives and guns.The super-powered soldiers of the superman regime have left, and the police station that took over the order on the streets is obviously still in chaos. In this short handover gap, crimes are growing.He didn't turn his head, but moved his lips: "Come?"

"What's going on, Jack?" Batman said in a tone that tried not to disturb his emotions.

"I talked to the clown." Jack stretched out his finger and tapped his temple, "I can finally confirm that I am one of his personalities."

Batman stood up and looked at the lake. Under the cover of the street lamps and the moonlight, the calm lake looked like a deep black block, with occasional silver ripples.He patted Jack on the shoulder and motioned him to raise his head and look towards the center of the lake. Then he pointed to the monster-like lake and said to Jack, "Jump down."

Looking at the water lines and waves, Jack froze: "What did you say?"

"I let you jump into the lake, Jack, since you are the personality of the clown, you must be able to swim. Because the clown can. He can even soak in the sea for three hours, swimming directly from Arkham Island to Columbia. Tan," Batman said.

Jack seemed to wake up suddenly, his eyes gradually widened, he was at a loss.Batman grabbed his arm and made him stand by the lake, with his toes touching the wet lake water. A gust of clammy steam hit his face, making Jack almost unable to breathe. The nightmare from the past seized him again, making him stiff His hands and feet were firmly tied to an invisible cross.Batman crushed Jack, almost pushing him into the water, but at the last moment, his movement stopped, and Jack fell to the ground like a survivor, gasping for breath.

"You're afraid of water, you can't swim because your mother died of water. The Joker doesn't have that problem," said Batman. "No matter how messed up your memory is, you remember it, and that's the proof, yours." Mother existed, and you, not a clown."