[Comprehensive British and American] The vest system of the son of hell

"Hey...Little Pudding, we have already broken up, can you stop appearing in front of me so frequently? It will make your incumbent misunderstand that you still love me and want to chase me back—"

Harley Quinn looked at the clown who made another high-profile appearance, not only with a calm expression, but also with a sarcastic and sharp tone.

Hearing the words with a smile, he looked nervously at the clown and the clown girl: "Honey, I--"

"go away!"

The clown pushed away the laughing point leaning towards him, and walked straight towards Harley Quinn.

Poison Ivy felt the crisis, and made a guard posture: "Joker! Harley is my girlfriend! If you dare to hurt her, I will definitely not stand by!"

"Me and her have already ended, you can take it all if you want!"

With a strange smile, the clown passed Harley and Poison Ivy, and walked up to Matthew: "Hey, did someone tell you that you look hot?"

"You're not the first person to say that to me."

Matthew looked at the clown as calmly as possible.

The little scandal grinned, and the corners of his heavily made-up mouth curved strangely: "Tell me, which one am I?"

"I don't remember exactly."

Matthew deliberately made a regretful expression.

Intuition told him that when talking with the clown, he must not be caught by the clown.

Because the clown's madness is not only the body and mind, but also comes from the core of the soul. His soul is crazy. He enjoys this kind of madness and infects everyone around him with his madness.

Anyone, once caught emotionally by the clown, will be driven into madness by him.

Batman is hardly an exception.

The Joker is obviously not satisfied with Matthew's answer.

He tilted his head and stared at Matthew with wide eyes: "Why can't you remember? What happened to you?"

"Why should you care what happened to me?"

Matthew asked the clown: "Our relationship is not good enough to ask each other's past intimacy."

"All right……"

The clown accepted Matthew's rejection, smiled strangely, raised his gun, and aimed at Matthew's heart.

"What are you doing!"

Matthew looked straight at the clown.

"What did you say I was going to do?"

The clown asked Matthew with a smirk: "You refused to get to know me just now, obviously you are going to become my enemy. Since you are an enemy, you should look like an enemy, right?"

"Yes, you are quite right."

"So I'm pointing a gun at you now to give you a chance to perform your magical tricks. If my information is correct, you are a black magician, a member of the Constantine family..."

The Joker grumbled, his long, thin finger on the trigger.

"My dear Matthew, how are you going to stop me?"

"you--"

"The countdown begins, five—"

"Little Pudding, don't do this!"

Harry came back to his senses and looked at the clown nervously.

Poison Ivy also looked at the Joker.

They feared that the bullets fired from the clown's gun barrels contained unknown toxic substances.

The smile on the side looked at the two people who suddenly entered into a confrontation, narrowing their eyes with pride.

For a while, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Except King Shark.

The innocent and honest animal is looking up at the red balloon that Matthew bought him.

"Four!"

"three!"

"Little Pudding, maybe we should sit down and have a good talk!"

"two!"

"Well, I apologize to you on his behalf, or—"

Before the words were finished, Poison Ivy pulled Harry and ran behind Matthew.

They and Matthew are just a temporary alliance, and they have no obligation to live and die together.

however--

boom!

The gun went off...

There is a string of colored stripes coming out of the gun barrel and a retractable multicolored flag with "surprise" written on it.

"Accidental?"

The clown asked Matthew with a wide smile.

Matthew looked at the colorful flag that popped up speechlessly: "I thought you wouldn't play such a nasty trick on people other than Batman."

"True, I wouldn't play such obvious nasty tricks on anyone other than Batman, but you—"

The clown dragged his voice maliciously: "Do you think you are an ordinary person?"

"What do you mean?"

Matthew looked alert.

All the conversations I had with the Joker, who was under the dominance of lucid dreams, while working as a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum are running through my mind at this moment.

Those crazy words with obsession, as if...

"What do you think of me?"

Matthew asked the clown.

He doesn't expect the Joker to answer the question truthfully, but he asks it anyway.

He needs answers, real or perfunctory.

however--

Facing Matthew's eagerness, the clown shook his head.

He said, "Why should I tell you?"

"because--"

Suddenly realizing that his emotions were being controlled by the clown, Matthew quickly took a deep breath and said slowly, "I want to know how crazy you have become."

"Crazy? I've always been a standard lunatic, a sober lunatic, and I'm proud of being a lunatic, unlike you..."

The clown looked at Matthew, his fiery eyes wanted to burn two holes in his body: "Do you really know who you are? Or, don't you really want to know what you look like in my eyes?"

"I……"

Matthew clenched his fists.

At this moment, he must muster all his self-control to resist the temptation of the clown.

"I know what I really am..." he said, "I've been seeing my reflection in your eyes too."

"But you can't see what I see unless I tell you, hahaha! Hahaha!"

Without any reason, the clown laughed wildly on his back, his smile was sharp and ironic, full of deterrence.

"I know you're looking for me! And I know you're trying to stop me! You're worried that I'll destroy the peace in Metropolis! You think I'm crazy!

But am I really crazy?Are you really righteous?You are nothing but a bunch of dolls trapped in a bottle by the gods!

Use your hysterical and stupid performances to please those cold-blooded gods who are superior and don't care about the life and death of the world! "

"Maybe you are right, but compared to metaphysical gods and fate, I want to protect the beautiful present that I can see..." Matthew said, "So—"

"what?"

"What are you going to do with the Mets?"

"What do you say?"

The clown smiled ferociously, and his face with exaggerated makeup showed an exaggerated expression: "Want to know what I will do to Metropolis? It's very simple, let Batman come over immediately! As long as Batman shoots me, I will hide me before I completely die I will tell you everything!"

"That's impossible! Even if the little bat is cornered, it won't shoot and kill people, especially not you!"

Harry blurted out, "Little Pudding, you're clearly embarrassing Matthew!"

"Is my request really embarrassing for you?"

The Joker looked at Matthew with interest: "Don't you want to know how long Batman can stick to his no-kill principle? Will Batman who broke the no-kill principle turn into a real monster as he feared? "

"I do not want to know."

While speaking, Matthew took out King Solomon's magic book: "Since formal channels can't let you express your intentions, I can only consider using magic channels."

"You want to use magic?"

The clown's eyeballs rolled wildly, like an earthquake.

The laughing point also followed the laughter: "Haney, he doesn't seem to know that using magic on a madman is doomed to get nothing."

"Yes, I'm a lunatic, a lunatic who doesn't know what he's doing or saying most of the time, your magic may work on me, but it must be very small... so small that you doubt you Did you cast magic...hahahahahahahahahaha—"

The clown laughed more and more exaggeratedly, wishing he could laugh his lungs out of his mouth.

Harley Quinn also persuaded Matthew: "Don't use magic on him rashly. If magic can control him, he is not a clown."

Instead, it was Poison Ivy, seeing Matthew taking out King Solomon's magic, her eyes lit up immediately: "I think you made the right decision, Matthew, even if your magic can't make the clown confess, we can still take advantage of this opportunity Eliminate Gotham City's super-sized criminals once and for all, no?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Poison Ivy, only Batman can kill me because—"

The clown twitched his lips and smiled: "Other than that, no one or any weapon can kill me! Hahaha! Hahaha!"

"Clown! You!"

Poison Ivy showed an expression of disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, her expression became painful.

The clown's gas attack was successful.

The body of the poison ivy changed color together with the plants all over the body, and the breathing and sanity began to be uncontrollable. When he opened his mouth, what flowed out was——

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

"Poison ivy!"

Harley Quinn quickly supported Poison Ivy: "Little Pudding, I have to temporarily form a team with Batman and the others due to the situation. When the prison escape is successful, Poison Ivy and I will become your subordinates again!"

"You want to use such a clumsy lie to relieve me of the pain of poison ivy?"

"This is not a lie, this is the truth."

Harley Quinn looked at the clown: "Little Pudding, we used to have countless sweetnesses, we did evil together in Gotham at night, don't you believe in my evilness?"

"I--"

"Of course he won't believe you! You bitch!"

The point of laughter suddenly joined the topic, affirming the fact that she is the clown's girlfriend to the clown girl: "You are in the past tense! Don't use the past feelings to instigate our relationship—ah!"

The laughing point was punched away by the clown again.

But the clown didn't hit her because of Harley Quinn or Poison Ivy. He kept his eyes on Matthew: "Honey, have you figured it out?"

"You really think magic can't let me get the information I want from you?"

Matthew asked the clown.

Clown: "Actually, I want to know more than you what I will say after being hit by truth-telling magic. Come on, use your best magic method on me! Remember to record the whole process, and give it to me as a souvenir when I wake up -"

"This is—"

"Matthew! Don't trust him! He's digging a trap!"

Harry reminded Matthew loudly: "I know his methods too well! You will be caught!"

"maybe……"

Matthew raised his hand, and a dark spell condensed in his palm.

"Wow, are you going to use magic on me?"

The clown's facial features fluttered with joy.

Harry frowned anxiously: "Don't fall for his tricks! You are not his opponent!"

"It's useless, he has already started chanting the spell, and the casting process is irreversible, hahaha! Hahaha!"

The clown laughed more and more proudly.

Harry was getting more and more nervous.

The laughing point has also returned to the scene at this time, and he announced triumphantly: "Harry, you are destined to be just a past tense, and I am the woman who can accompany him through the rest of his life."

"Are you sure? Come on you!"

Harry didn't take the joke's declaration to heart at all.

Of course, she won't sympathize with the jokes either.

After all, this is the life that Xiaodian himself chooses.

What's more, she has more important things to deal with right now - the clown plotted to take the poison ivy, which was laughing uncontrollably, to an open area with dense vegetation, so that the poison ivy could absorb enough power of green plants.

Be careful, Harry made a grimace towards the laughing point unexpectedly, "Goodbye!" Holding the poison ivy, he rushed behind the smiling point.

Humor:"……"

She wants to stop Harley and Poison Ivy, but the Joker has been enveloped by Matthew's dark magic, and she must stay and help the Joker.

If it can be done.

The laughing point chooses to rush to the clown who is covered by dark magic: "Honey, I—"

"I do not need you!"

The clown, who was actively shrouded in truth-telling magic, pushed away the laughing point that came on his own initiative, and walked towards Matthew staggeringly: "Now that I have been hit by truth-telling magic, everything I say to you is true. Believe me , in my vision, you are incomparably beautiful, more beautiful than anything else."

"'Anything' you're talking about doesn't include Batman, right?"

"He is not 'anything', he is the most important existence that is worth pursuing with my whole life, and I don't know why I want to pursue him, maybe it's just because he occupies all my soul."

The Joker looked at Matthew affectionately: "What about you? Is there an existence in your life like Batman that is important enough to occupy all the soul and meaning?"

"What do you say?"

Matthew again rejects the Joker's question.

He asked the clown, "Why am I so beautiful in your eyes?"

"Does the answer to this question matter?"

The clown grinned and said to Matthew: "How many people will try to figure out why they like the blue sky when they like the blue sky? Some things are born like this, there is no reason and no reason."

"Like you're the clown and I'm the devil?"

"Yes."

The clown hugged his arms affectionately, and shouted: "I like your beauty, because your beauty is the beauty from hell. It makes me burn, and my whole body burns."

"Then can you tell me—what is the weapon you have prepared for the Metropolis?"

"I'm under the magic of telling the truth. I can't lie to you, but I can refuse to answer your question."

The clown looked at Matthew: "Truth magic can only guarantee that I won't lie to you, can't it?"

"So you're refusing to answer my question now?"

"Or you can use your magical means to torture me. I know that magicians have many methods in the field of extorting confessions..."

The clown said, "You said you were a devil, and devils don't need to worry about human morality."

"You're right. I don't need to worry about human morality. I can use any means I can think of to extract a confession from you."

"But if you kill me, Batman will be your enemy! Hahaha! Hahaha! Don't you think this situation is funny?

Obviously I am a bloody bastard full of crimes, but when I was killed by forces outside the law, Batman, the running dog of the law, wanted to bring justice to me!oh!What a ridiculous and absurd situation!Come on, quickly extract a confession from me!Finally killed me! "

The clown laughed wildly with excitement.

He's always been crazy and inspired when it comes to torturing Batman's soul.

"Perhaps you are right, but all I want now is for you to share your plans."

As he said that, Matthew began to condense dark magic in his palm again: "Don't worry, I will let you tell your plan but at the same time grasp the final measure, I will definitely not kill you!"

"Can it really be done?"

The clown looked at Matthew ferociously.

he sees—

"No! No! It shouldn't be like this! You cheated! You cheated in this way! No! No!"

The clown let out a hoarse roar.

He saw the transparent Janu standing behind Matthew, with two faces that could see the past and the future at the same time.

"You're such a cunning bitch!"

The clown sneered coldly, and then said his plan: "The thing in the warehouse is a dirty bomb, and I have placed it in a hidden corner of the metropolitan area. The moment the engagement banquet officially starts, the dirty bomb will be on time." Explosion, with more than 100 small bombs filled with nerve paralyzing gas arranged around it. I know this is a very funny plan, but unfortunately my plan is destined to be prevented by no one."

"why?"

"Because the fuses of these bombs are delicately handled, any mistake may cause an explosion! By the way, the bells of the engagement banquet are also connected to the bombs."

"you!"

Matthew was stunned by the clown's meticulous arrangement.

"Okay, honey, you already know all my arrangements in Metropolis, what means are you going to use to prevent the tragedy from happening?"

The Joker triumphantly announced, "Or you should put me around the bombs, so I can take to the sky with my surprise arrangement...into the dark cloud that hangs over Metropolis forever—"

"You're a lunatic."

"I was originally a lunatic."

The clown said cheerfully.

Matthew -

After a very short thought, a difficult decision was made.

"I will temporarily restrict your freedom of movement until the crisis in the metropolis is completely resolved."

"Really? Do you really have the ability to restrict my freedom?"

The clown's eyes lit up with excitement.

He loves to torture Batman, and of course Batman's friends.

"I'm a magician..." Matthew said, "Magicians always have unusual methods."

"Then why don't you catch me now?"

The clown held out his hands, with an arrogant smile on his face with exaggerated makeup: "Throw me into prison! Pain will make me crazier and happier!"

"Haney! I'm in jail with you!"

Laughing burst out, hugging the clown.

however--

The clown turned his head and whispered to her, "Get out!"

"But--"

"This is a happy time exclusively for me and him, you are not eligible to participate!"

"Haney..."

"roll!"

The clown yelled again.

Smiling unhappily, he let go of the clown, but smiled proudly at Poison Ivy and Harry who had finally returned from detoxification: "The person he loves is already me, and you are doomed to get nothing!"

"He loves you? Stop kidding."

Harley, who had completely given up her feelings for the Joker, looked at him mockingly and smiled: "The person he loves the most will always be Batman, and nothing else is worth his madness, whether it's you or me."

"Harry, I don't think she wants to understand you at all." Poison Ivy reminded, "Let's hand over the clown to the police with Matthew."

"Turning it over to the police will only make him escape again..." Harry said, "I suggest sending him to the Metropolitan Branch of the Interstellar Laboratory. It houses the lunatics and monsters created by Leopard."

"But Luther might let him go anytime—"

"It doesn't matter, at least until the end of the Metropolis, Leo will not let the clown go free."

Harry said confidently.

She knew Lex Luthor was a capricious bastard, but she knew better about Luthor's feelings for Superman and Connor.

Luthor won't betray Superman until things in Metropolis are over.

……

Matthew quickly sent the clown into the cage of the interstellar laboratory. When he left, he asked about the progress of the laboratory's research on the mysterious Holy Grail ooze, and got an amazing answer.

"These liquids may come from the age of mythology, to be exact, the original state of the monsters in mythology."

"So they can..."

"Yes……"

The second person in charge of the project told Matthew seriously: "Combining Mr. Lai's black box is a one-time wish gem, we have reason to believe that when you open the black box, you are thinking of monsters in fairy tales."

"Even if the one who actually opened the box was a ghost-like existence under my control?"

"Ah."

The scientist nodded and said: "In fact, it is precisely because the ones sent to open the box are non-conscious life forms under your control that the Holy Grail was opened in the box, and the original liquid that created mythical monsters flowed out of the Holy Grail.

We have reason to believe that your situation is an unplanned and idiosyncratic case even for the mysterious forces that created these black boxes. "

"There is no way to restrain it? I mean a one-time wish gem."

"No..." said the scientist, "although we still have two unopened black boxes in our hands."

"I see."

Matthew understood the helplessness and heaviness of the scientists. Immediately after leaving the interstellar laboratory, he told the relevant information to Superman, Batman and Luthor who were accepting congratulations from the guests who arrived at the engagement banquet in advance.

"The clown is currently imprisoned in the interstellar laboratory?"

Batman was very surprised.

Matthew knew why Batman was surprised. He deliberately evaded and replied: "Compared to the Gotham Police Department, the combat effectiveness of the Metropolitan police is obviously very regrettable. They can't stop the clown."

"but--"

"The liquid flowing out of the Holy Grail is the original state of the mythical monster, so it has such a great destructive power..." Matthew added, "The black box itself is the key to solving the trouble of the black box."

"That--"

"By the way, I would like to inform everyone that the clown planted a dirty bomb plus a hundred nerve-paralyzing gas bombs in the metropolitan area, which exploded when the engagement banquet was scheduled to officially begin."

"what!"

The guests who heard the bomb announcement all exclaimed.