"Let Jack disappear?" Unrighteous Bat had expected it, but wasn't surprised. "With all due respect, the clowns and Jacks I know are better controlled than Jack."

Batman was silent for a while: "Who do you think is more mentally abnormal, Jack or the Joker?"

"Joker. But since you ask, it's probably Jack."

"Yes, according to various brain data,? Jack suffers from severe schizophrenia, and his tendency to violence is more serious than that of the clown. After Fu used psychotropic drugs, his desire to attack increased to several times the original level, and replaced by Is the activity of the frontal lobe decreased,? This means that the clown has become more aggressive and more willing to hurt others, and his sense of shame and guilt—that is, the ability to empathize—has dropped to almost 0,? Worse than the clown , None of his brain reports passed the test, and all of them were marked red." Batman put the golden injection back into the box, and the aluminum plate automatically lowered down, covering the red and yellow warning signs tightly, " I think we've all measured the brain activity of clowns, and we've been surprised by the results."

Batman and Wicked Bat looked at each other, needless to say, they knew they had done the same thing,? used the same method to study Batman's sworn enemy,? intended to heal him or bring him to court.They ended up observing the same,? Very surprising and not surprising phenomenon.That is, from a pathological point of view, the brain imaging of the clown is not as highly active as they thought, and when he hurts others, the conduction rate of neurotransmitters does not change greatly, without any obvious excitement There are no signs, the joy that killing brings to the clown may not be obvious.

The conclusion drawn from this phenomenon is that the clown does have mental problems, but he is probably not as crazy as he appears to be.

"The clown has a clear understanding of things and a strong logical thinking ability. He has not completely lost his empathy for the same kind. He can effectively control his actions and distinguish right from wrong. He knows what he is doing, but Just do it, he is not a devil, he is an ordinary person who fell into a chemical pool and damaged his brain." Batman said slowly.

Injustice Bat frowned tightly: "Our report has no legal effect, and more than 45% of the data is illegal data. If it goes to court, it will not be the clown who will be sentenced first, but us who violated/violated the privacy of citizens, and Hospitals that provide us with information."

And the doctors at Arkham Asylum.Batman continued the sentence in his mind.If the clown's immunity for mental patients loses its validity, the doctors who once issued the psychiatric certificate for the clown will also be implicated. Maybe two-thirds of the psychiatrists will be fired for malfeasance or academic misconduct, so they will definitely defend the clown desperately , tried his best to prove that he is a mental patient without discernment ability and cannot bear any criminal responsibility.

"The clown must have expected this, so he brought Jack. Jack spent half a month reviewing the university's advanced mathematics textbooks, one month later began to read the most cutting-edge mathematical theories, and four months later he submitted an article to an academic journal and successfully published it; It took him seventeen days to contribute a master-level violin performance, and the piano was even shorter, taking thirteen days; it took him less than half a month to learn French, Japanese, Latin and Spanish respectively, from the sound to the sound. Not allowed to be a diplomat directly... These are not all. He has a terrifying learning ability, and he may be even more emotionless than the clown. Killing has a fatal attraction for him. If I let him degenerate, the clown will Give me and Gotham something more terrifying. I have to." Batman paused, and skillfully reported a bunch of data: "One more thing, Gotham can no longer afford the casualties caused by our mutual temptation. I had to choose between two clowns, so I chose the one I was more familiar with."

Unrighteous Bat silently looked at the display screen of the Batmobile. There was a light green broken line jumping on the dark blue screen. This was the heart rate of Jack lying on the automatic emergency system. He looked away after watching for a while: "Killing Jack doesn't count as a violation of the bottom line?"

"It doesn't count. He is just a split personality, a collection of mixed memories and fantasies. He does not exist independently of the main personality. He does not enjoy the basic rights of citizens, and his death is not replicable. Just like Clark." Batman paused, and finally slowly pushed the remaining words out of his throat, "The Joker suffers from the same schizophrenia as Harvey Dent, and Jack is just his other half face."

The Unrighteous Bat lowered his head and handed Batman an exquisitely crafted coin. One side was printed with a relief of Medusa without pupils, and the other side was corroded by strong acid. This is the coin of the Two-Faced Man. Knowing where Harvey Dent of their world is now, he disappeared in the first year of Superman's regime, and may have been secretly executed.He tossed the coin to the other party and said, "If, as you said, Jack is the other half of the clown's face, then do you think he is the 'good side' or the 'bad side'?"

Batman takes the coin, and it glints silver in the light, illuminating his eyes: "Jokers don't have 'good sides' and 'evil sides,' only 'evil,' and 'more evil.'"

in a dream.

"That big bat is probably thinking of a way to deal with you." The afternoon sun fell through the slanted skylight of the attic, and the air was filled with particles and dust.Amidst the birds chirping up and down, the clown slowly poured him a cup of scented tea.

Jack lowered his head and took the steaming cup of tea. The clear green tea water was mixed with a few rose petals, and the bright red colors fluttered with the water waves, like the blood pumped from his heart.He saw his own face in the rippling ripples, like a gradually melting oil painting, with various colors wetly mixed together.He had the exact same face as the Joker, save for the phosphorescent red gold pupils.

Before coming into this world, Jack Napier saw his reflection in the mirror, what was he like?How tall and how heavy is he?Is he thin or fat?What color are the eyes, hair and skin?How long is your hair, is it straight or curly?Does he look more like a Westerner or an Easterner?Are there any signature features on his face, such as moles, birthmarks, or scars?

……Can not remember.

Jack bowed his head deeply, and he found sadly that he could not remember either Jenny's face or his own.In memory, he and Jenny looked like broken TV screens, with only noise and snowflakes flickering.

Under the constant bombardment of doubts, even though Jack knew he shouldn't think about this question, he still couldn't help asking the ultimate question about his identity: Who am I?

Does Jack Napier Exist?

My wife and unborn child, are they figments of my imagination?

Is all this... real?

These few simple questions were harder than the most complicated mathematical conjectures. His extremely clever brain was spinning rapidly, like a top whipped by a whip.But soon, it slowed down, and Jack had never been so sleepy, short thoughts draining all his strength.He pulled his muscles tiredly, and smiled wryly: "Batman doesn't kill people."

"You are not human." The clown said with a grin. "Now you enjoy the same treatment as that stupid big man in underwear/pants outside Batman. Batman doesn't treat you as human. No way, who told you It is unique, when your death is not reproducible, you will not enjoy the basic life protection benefits of the "no killing principle". This is why, I will always maintain my identity as an "ordinary person" and open this game first The great shooter of a gun is the common man."

Of course, Jack knew that the "great shooter" in the mouth of the clown was the criminal who shot and killed the Wayne couple in the alley.He said: "As long as I haven't fallen, Batman will not give up on me."

"Yes, Batman will save you, he will always save you, and he will reach out to anyone who asks for help within his reach. No matter how much he hates me, it is not worth saving you. Because he is hero."

"You love heroes."

"That's right, I'm attached to them, I admire their morality, so I can see how evil I am. I think if you don't look at the white dove in the sky, you don't know how to be a maggot rolling in the mud How painful."

Jack lowered his head as if he couldn't bear to listen: "Why are you doing this? You clearly know what is good and evil, you have the most basic judgment, and you can control yourself, but you just drive yourself crazy, you want to do bad things, and you want to be the worst. Evil devil, why?"

The clown snorted, and his devilish laughter lingered in Jack's ears like the worst curse in the world.He held Jack's face in his hands, and answered his question with terrifying tenderness: "Jack, look at me, what do you see?"

Jack stared at him closely, with pale green will-o'-the-wisps jumping in his golden eyes: "Madman."

"Yes, I'm a lunatic. I'm the most evil lunatic in Gotham. I'm so crazy that it doesn't matter whether I have mental illness or not. In Gotham, I have many names, 'devil', 'devil', 'Advocate of Evil', 'King of Gotham'." The clown said slowly, like a teacher teaching stupid students, "But, do you think if I become a hero, will it impress you?"

Jack froze for a moment.In the comics he had read in his previous life, there was a world where the clown became a hero. In that world, the hero and the villain were reversed. The Justice League was a criminal syndicate, and Luthor and the clown were all decent people.But to be honest, in the comics and animations about crime syndicates, the hero clown, also known as the laughing man, has not left much impression on people, and they all die very early.

"Jack, that's the joke. If I were a hero, I'd be out of the crowd. No one would be interested in me. But when I'm a criminal, I'm the brightest person on the road to being a villain. I I was so bad that everyone remembered me, so I will always be bad, always evil, and always hopeless." The clown sat beside him, skillfully fiddled with his tongue, "I'd rather die than be an ordinary person. Man, I have to stand on stage and tell bad jokes loudly, give the middle finger and spit on idols of heroes, knock over their holy altars, piss on them and in the urns of their loved ones, and I know I'm like A joke, a buffoon, flaunting his claws at noble people, and then they'll turn me over and beat me to the ground... But I gotta do it, somebody gotta do it. What do I do to do it It's all right."

Jack was silent.

"Look at you, you think about the ultimate philosophical issues like a child, and worry about losing your green hair because of this kind of thing. Even if you are my personality, what's wrong? Is my name Make you so ashamed and painful? Oh no, I forgot, you have forgotten what shame is, has the pain been reduced to the lowest point by you? "

"Clown..." Jack raised his head slowly, "When I fell into the water, who was standing on the water looking at me?"

The clown leaned against him and shrugged exaggeratedly: "You only care about these insignificant details? Besides, why do you ask me? That's your memory."

"You can look through my memory, and I suspect...you see better than I do."

The clown was silent for a rare moment, then took out a cigarette and lit it, his eyes drifted away in the rising smoke, as if absent-minded: "You are right, your brain is different from yours, it never Don't guard against me, you will open up your memory to me occasionally. When I am bored, I will look at your memory, like flipping through a travel promotional coloring page, and this coloring page is also scribbled, written Full of bad scribbles, honestly they're so thin, I don't understand why so little memory has made you...but I'll give you a word of advice, you better not think about who's on the water, it's definitely a Answers you don't want to know."

"Is it my father?"

"Your artist father who took care of his mistress and gave birth to an illegitimate child, how is it possible? Jack, don't dream, do you think he will pay more attention to you and your mother?" The clown folded his arms and shook his shoulders violently, as if listening Here comes a hilarious joke.He put one hand on Jack's shoulder, and pressed down firmly with the white lambskin glove, "You think this is all we should talk about?"

Jack was silent for a long time, during which the clown didn't make any move.Finally, Jack raised his head and drank the rose tea in one gulp. The warm tea slid down his throat. As expected, the sweetness of the tea was just right, which was Jack's favorite taste.He put the teacup on the table, and the porcelain cup collided with the porcelain plate. With a crisp sound, he turned to look at the clown, and the phosphorescence in the red gold pupils danced.The clown twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "Do you think of any presents for me now?"

Jack shook his head: "'It's fate', 'It's destiny', 'We must devour each other', 'The ending is written'—you have repeated it many times, and I have heard it countless times, you Every time there is a different argument, but it is always a set of old-fashioned fatalism. My ears are numb from hearing your bad words. But I already understand what you mean, no matter who I am, lost in a world Whether it is the soul or your imaginary personality, my identity and origin are not important."

He took a deep breath, as if to convince the clown and himself, and said, "The important thing is that I am here. I am here now."

The clown held his hand and said with a soft smile, "According to what you said, do you want to be a hero?"

"You love heroes."

"Yes, I love heroes." The clown wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him, "because they will all become martyrs."

Jack sat on his lap, interlocking his fingers. In the smell of sea salt men's perfume, Jack suddenly remembered his childhood. At that time, he was holding a straight black umbrella and wearing a black mourning suit. , holding a bouquet of blooming white roses in his arms, the black priest stood on the high platform, reciting a eulogy in a voice full of lifelessness.Now, he repeats silently in his heart: "...Our Holy Father lives in the kingdom of heaven, and his name is sacred. His kingdom comes, and his wishes are fulfilled, or it may be like the kingdom of heaven in the mortal world. Give me daily food, forgive me Our sins. We forgive the sins of others, lead us from temptation, keep us from evil... Amen*."

Amen.

(*From the well-known American manga "The Watcher", it is the eulogy at the funeral of the laughing craftsman)

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