[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

*The two do not share the body but exist independently of the IF line. The character design and timeline have changed a bit.

footsteps.

In the dream, there was a piece of velvety white, and the surrounding was silent, except for the occasional muffled sound of water and the regular beeps from instruments. Jack fell asleep in a chaotic dream, as if A fetus wrapped in warm amniotic fluid.The sound of footsteps from far to near beat his heart one after another.

Suddenly,? He heard the sound of cracking, the eggshell that had been covering him was broken, and the soft, sticky amniotic fluid flowed out of him, and the cold air rolled into his lungs again,? There was a violent cough, like a baby crying when it fell to the ground.Holding him up with both hands, as if holding a fish, Jack retrieved a sliver of consciousness from his blindness, and opened his eyes slightly, he was in a large room, the walls and floor were painted It became white, with cold white air rolling around.Right in the center of the room, stands a huge transparent cylindrical glass chamber, which has been shattered, apparently not long ago he was soaked in the hibernation chamber like a corpse.

The person who came was surrounded by heavily armed clown gang members, all wearing masks with bright red smiling faces. He didn't say a word, but just pulled out the nerve injection tubes connected to his spine and temples, like scissors To connect to the baby's umbilical cord.Then he picked up Jack, who was dripping wet, and Jack held onto his collar tightly, spit out the ice water in his mouth, and said suddenly, "You're a bit late."

"It took a while to tie the little bird to the rails to lure Batman away, and," said the Joker, squeezing his thigh, "you're still bossy."

Jack often dreams in the hibernation chamber about his horrific first meeting with the clown.

Jack still remembers the first time he came to Gotham, it was late at night in Gotham, it was raining heavily, the pale light of the street lamps poured on the ground, and the big raindrops hit his head and face, hurting his exposed skin.He stood in a daze on the street, observing his own reflection through the glass window on the side of the road.The man reflected in the glass, his skin is as pale as a shroud, holding a bone-bone black umbrella, wearing a hand-cut dark purple coat, the color scheme is like a rotten oil painting, and the black and green curly hair that is too long is soaked by the rain Get wet, weave strands into strands, and stick them to your neck dripping with water.

The first person to spot him was not Batman, but a member of the Joker Gang.The young man wearing a clown mask carefully surrounded him, as if he was about to die heroically in the next moment.

Suddenly came to a strange city, no cash or credit card in his pocket, and it was too late, he must have been unable to find a place to live, so Jack had no choice but to be surrounded by them and walked to the toy factory full of doubts. The man looked at each other—the other had almost the same face as him, but there was more cunning in the corners of the eyes, and the sour green eyes rolled bonyly, hidden under the shadow of the high brow and nasal bones, showing a A kind of dark horror and evil.

Both of them froze for a moment, the clown jumped down from a high place, and let out a series of upside-down laughter.Looking at the white and green psycho, Jack felt strangely unafraid, but he still followed the clown's footsteps and backed away slowly until his back touched the door.When the two get close enough to make them feel uncomfortable, Jack and the Joker have almost the same reaction: the knife and the pistol/gun slide down from the deep sleeves at the same time, covered by layers of lace.

No one spoke, they were all observing each other.

The clown suddenly burst out laughing. He clapped his hands, and the applause echoed in the lonely factory: "Look, what a rare visitor, a fanatical believer dressed like me..."

Before he finished speaking, both of them heard the sound of glass shattering.The clown raised the pistol/gun hidden in his cuff, but the muzzle was raised three inches, pointing at the black shadow that broke the skylight, and the black shadow's cloak spread out in midair, like a huge bat.

Batman!

Jack squatted down for the first time and hid himself behind the velvet curtain. Batman probably didn't expect the clown to become two, plus there were gunshots everywhere, the situation was too chaotic, and he didn't see why Jack went there for a while. .Jack crouched down, walked through the dense crowd with his head in his arms, and jumped into a pickup truck parked in the open space of the toy factory. Without a car key, he skillfully tore off a piece of wire, pushed the outer layer of rubber into the keyhole, Soon the engine ignites.Two headlights came on, illuminating the torrential rain that was pouring down Gotham City.

In order not to attract Batman's attention, he didn't honk the horn, but his driving skills are not very good, especially when driving this kind of pickup truck like a classic car, the sound of the tires rubbing against the floor of the brakes is much louder than the car horn.He turned the steering wheel and slammed into the rolling gate, but at this moment, someone opened his door and jumped into the pickup truck.The other party was still holding a left/wheel/hand/gun that looked like a work of art, and put the muzzle of the gun on his temple, and shouted: "Drive!"

Jack reacted by kicking him away, loudly yelling his first words in Gotham: "Get out!"

Fortunately, the clown is very resistant to kicks, he has been beaten by Batman a lot, and he has rough skin and thick flesh.This heart-pounding kick would have been exhausting for someone else, but he just paused for a moment, and then punched Jack, stretching his body to grab the steering wheel, Jack was furious, and gave him a backhand A few good kicks, each kick was so hard that it almost broke the clown's ribs.They punched and kicked in this confined space. If they were not afraid of ricochets, they would have shot each other in the head. During this fight, the pickup truck drove crookedly out of the toy factory, leaving behind Two rows of black tire tracks.

Half an hour after the car drove out, Jack let out a little surprise, and immediately slammed on the brakes, because he thought of a fatal question: I am not a villain who kills and sets fire, but a good citizen who abides by the law , I have a big conscience, why did I see Batman want to run?

Sitting in the driver's seat that smelled of leather, he wiped the blood under his nose. The punch the clown gave him just now almost knocked his nose out of order.The clown sitting in the passenger seat was clutching his abdomen, Yin Hong's blood gushed out from the bullet hole, staining the bright green silk vest red, his side waist was pierced by a stray bullet, that's why he was so anxious just now Retreat instead of playing games with Batman.Jack touched him, and the clown's face was slightly contorted by the severe pain. There was a layer of wet sweat on his forehead and cheeks, and the bright yellow shirt was soaked with blood and sweat. He took Jack's hand and said yes He said, "You save me, honey."

Jack withdrew his hand indifferently, saving Gotham City's most terrible criminals, listening to the fable like a frog carrying a scorpion across a river.

"You save me, if I die here, the 'clown' will be you." The clown said while leading his hand to dig his wound, he grinned as if he didn't feel pain, but Jack was killed The wet and hot touch made the scalp tingle.

"I'll hand over the ambulance for you."

The clown shook his head: "There are many doctors in Arkham who want to kill me. If you put me in the ambulance, they have ten reasonable ways to let me die in the emergency room."

"That's what you deserve."

"I'm dead, the next one is you. Although I don't know who you are, but you are a good substitute, they will anger you, resent you, and eventually you will be driven crazy by unreasonable anger..." The clown huffed Panting heavily, thick blood bubbles rolling in his trachea, "Gotham doesn't need us, but there must be a clown."

Jack was silent for a while, and finally reached out and picked him up, wrapping him in a thermal blanket.The clown wrapped his arms around his neck, clutched his dark purple dress tightly, his two slender legs dangled, and let out a low-pitched, tearing laugh. Every time he laughed, a sticky blood flowed from him. It slipped out of his muzzle and stained Jack's brand new Windsor collar shirt.

——So, no matter how you look at it, it was an extremely bad meeting.

"... Now an urgent news break, at 2:7 pm on February 14th, the notorious criminal 'The Clown' launched a terrorist attack on the Arkham Asylum, kidnapping a mentally ill patient in the hospital After fleeing the scene, many doctors and guards were injured in the riot/chaos, more than 50 people were poisoned to varying degrees, and 14 guards died. At present, the clown is still at large, and the death toll continues to rise. Go home, lock the doors and windows, and ensure your personal safety..."

Snapped.

The clown changed the channel, and casually threw the remote control aside, the actress's singing came from the TV, with a hoisted voice and a contrived and flirtatious coquetry.Awakened by his movements, the sleepy man sat up from the depths of the unkempt mattress, his curly hair as unkempt as seaweed fell to his shoulders.He is thinner than the clown, and his skin is also pale, with no elasticity stretched on the muscles, and the outline of the bones can be seen in some places.He was half naked, wearing only a white shirt, leaning against the pillow: "Why don't you continue sowing?"

"Is there anything to see, isn't it the corpse? When I dragged you out of the madhouse, you saw too much." The clown lay on his back on the pillow, and let out a series of upside down strange laughs. After the laughter stopped, In the dim room, only the singing voice of the actress remained, "If you have this time, why don't you think about playing with the little bat."

Jack stretched and buttoned his shirt back.Then I fumbled in my pocket for a while: "So, what's your idea? Throw Batman upside down into a tank full of piranhas, or tie Robin and Batgirl to bombs and let them choose to die who?"

The clown answered irrelevantly: "What did you dream about just now?"

Jack also didn't answer his question directly: "Did you want to kill me when you first met me?"

The clown didn't even turn his head: "I think about it now, all the time."

"I didn't see you had a gun hidden under your pillow." Jack said casually.

"I'd love to leave you alone in a hibernation chamber and freeze you to death. Love is always a by-product of fear, and falling in love with you is as bad as meeting you when I find out you're going to be me And I still have the feelings of a normal person..." The clown said as he lit a cigarette, his green eyes gradually blurred in the rising smoke, as if this devil-like guy was being sucked into his lungs by the smoke. When he turned into an ordinary person, "Oh, I really want to kill you."

The smoke dissipated, and the devilish soul returned to the body. The clown pulled out a pistol/gun from the drawer of the bedside table as if by magic. The body of the gun was covered with golden rose patterns.He put the pistol to Jack's head.Amid the strong smell of gun oil, the smell of dried blood and the scent of perfume, he smiled: "Maybe you are right, I should have shot you when we first met, but it is not too late. "

Jack raised his eyebrows in response, then closed his golden eyes, and licked the muzzle of the gun with his tender red tongue: "I bet you're not in the mood to smash my head with a single shot."

The clown squinted at him for a long time, and then heaved a long sigh.The pistol/gun was casually thrown on the table by him, and he sat up again, propping up his hands, looking down at Jack from top to bottom, and the dark shadow enveloped him.

The clown stretched out his hand, pressed Jack's pale wrist, and pressed him against the mattress, unable to move.He still had some kind of anger and desire to dominate, and this feeling of domination and being dominated made him manic, but he stared into Jack's eyes, those pale gold, empty eyes, as if growing dark on the corner of the black stone. Moss, soaked up the dark rain.

"Yeah, I don't want to kill you... because I'm not tired of you yet." The words echoed in the room, also empty.

Jack didn't answer, he was submissive, or put up with it, every morning they woke up together.The clown's body was pressed down deeply, and the metal buttons made a crisp sound when they collided. The two were silent, like two self-bound cocoons. They interlocked their fingers and embraced tightly.Outside the window, the world is quiet, only the sound of drizzle falling.

One inch of blade, one inch of velvet.