[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

Chapter 59

In the end, the clown was sent to the police car extremely rudely.After he left, Batman quickly left after receiving a phone call.If Claire heard correctly, the call should have been made by Officer Jim.

Probably somewhere in this city, another lunatic is doing the crime... Claire shook her head.Make yourself more comfortable lying on the stretcher in the ambulance.When she thought of Batman's injuries that were the same as hers, yet he was running around in every corner of the city to save people with such pain, she couldn't help feeling unspeakable admiration.

No matter who he is, no matter what his original intention is, Claire admires his courage and determination.

She closed her eyes in such emotion.When she woke up, it was already the next morning.

Gotham City obviously has something big going on every day—

Prosecutor Harvey Dent is dead.

His body was found in the early morning, along with many other bodies representing the city's top justices, including three who were identified as police officers.They didn't know what happened last night, but many people seem to have an answer: Batman killed them.

They said: that's who he is.

At Harvey Dent's memorial service, Officer Jim said: "A hero, he may not be the hero we expected, but he is still a knight and shines."

And that night, all the people of Gotham City gathered together to witness that the bat projection that once irradiated the tallest building in Gotham City was shattered by the righteous party represented by Officer Jim.

Yes, Claire was among the crowd witnessing this scene.

Standing on the high-rise of the central building, she couldn't explain why she was obsessed with witnessing this scene.She didn't even want to believe that Batman would be the one to kill Inspector Harvey.She'd like to believe there must be something hidden in it, and Batman carried it on his back...he's not a murderer.

Claire knows this.After all, even for such a vicious criminal as the clown, he did not represent the law to decide his life and death under extreme anger.How could such a person be an unprincipled murderous demon?

"Who's there!" Claire suddenly turned around and asked the person in the shadow behind her.After a long silence, a hoarse voice came out, slowly out of the shadow under the bat: "It's me."

Claire silently put away the knife hidden in her hand.Her tense shoulders relaxed, and her expression returned to calm.The recent personal experience of the chaos and order in Gotham City has also made her regain her guard against people.

Batman stepped out of the shadows and walked slowly to the edge of the floor.In the condescending overlooking, he witnessed the collapse of his bat logo more clearly.After the projection on the opposite building flickered several times, it finally went out.

The bats that once gazed at the city from high above have also completely disappeared.

"Aren't you going to tell the truth?" Claire heard herself asking, "I don't believe you did what happened last night."

Batman didn't answer her question directly, he just said after silence: "These must happen."

"Because sometimes the truth is not kind."

Claire turned her head, and the crowd at her feet gradually dispersed.After witnessing the defeat of Batman, and witnessing the ceremony to officially declare a clean break with this dark shadow of Gotham, which makes it difficult to define good and evil, it seems that they can draw strength from it and draw the energy that can make Gotham thriving.

When Claire raised her head again, the Gotham knight who was only one step away from her was gone, and he disappeared into the vast night as if he didn't know when to come.

After the last conversation with Batman, Claire was in the hospital to rest and recuperate.Perhaps because people in Gotham City are always injured, the medical level of the hospitals here is more reliable than that of the cities outside.The serious injury that she clearly needs to cultivate for two or three months, has healed quickly visible to the naked eye in less than a month of cultivation.

And when Claire is free, she realizes it's time to leave.After some hesitation, Claire finally didn't wait for the clown's trial, nor did she ask about the result of his trial. She realized that such waiting was meaningless to both her and him.

She only had a one-way look at him through the TV screen.

It can be seen that the life of the clown in the police station is not easy.After he was imprisoned for a long time, the oil paint on his face has not been washed off.The blood-stained clothes dried up into mottled marks, which froze on his satin shirt.He turned his head impatiently at the camera, and showed disdain for one difficult question after another from the journalists.

It is not difficult to see from all this that the clown's contempt for Gotham has not changed in any way because of his arrest, and even intensified.

Claire stared at him for a long time.for a long time.She pulled her backpack, there was nothing but a few thin clothes for joy.It's no different than when she came.But before coming here, Claire thought that she would be accompanied by someone when she went back...

Before leaving, Claire returned to the old house where she and Hill once lived.When the old residence appeared in front of my eyes, this feeling seemed to be a little different from the one I came a few weeks ago.Claire found the keys to the room in the battered letter box where the keys were kept, at least some of which hadn't been changed.With that in mind, she opened the door.

In this room that has not been lived in for a long time, dust is everywhere, and countless dust is raised with the action of opening the door.So much so that she coughed hoarsely in suffocation.After she got used to everything, she wasn't sure why she came here.

In the end, Claire silently walked through every corner of the room, and put down a letter with no addressee on the dusty desktop.

She had a premonition in her heart that this letter might never be opened, because the person she really wanted to send the letter to was no longer the person she wanted to find.And obviously, he's not coming back here.

She left quietly, closing the door gently and slowly, as if she was afraid of disturbing the person who belonged exclusively to this memory.

Compared with their last time, which was a thrilling separation between life and death, this farewell in reality is obviously much more bland, like a drop of water flowing into a silent lake, and the ripples caused by it are no longer known to anyone except the drop itself.They are flat, almost boring, and have no fun at all.However, as one of the parties involved, Claire felt that such plainness made her even more sad.

She didn't think she'd ever come back to Gotham again.

Never coming back.

*

After two months:

"So you didn't tell me the reason why you went to Gotham until the end, do you need my comfort?" Harris asked in confusion.

At this moment, his high IQ and social barriers are once again unmistakable.Facing Claire's depressed mood since he came back from Gotham, he couldn't hide his confusion even more.

The chestnut-haired young man touched his forehead helplessly: "Maybe you should go to a psychiatrist? I mean better than Dr. Lecter."

Claire nodded helplessly: "Very well, I will accept your opinion!" She expressed perfunctory to Harris' unhelpful comfort.

Then Harris nodded with satisfaction: "Very good."

"But obviously, what I'm more curious about is your opinion of Batman. Do you think Batman can represent justice?"

"I think it is possible..." Claire said uncertainly.

"No one can represent justice. The prefix of the people's vigilante is the people. His identity is wrong in the first place. In this world, there should be no existence that is prior to the law. If he can represent justice, then whether every person who wears a mask Can they all represent justice?" Harris tapped his fingers on the table, making no secret of his disapproval of Claire's ideas.

Claire shook her head helplessly: "Batman is different from other people. He doesn't kill people. He just helps the police? He helps them catch those criminals. The law still punishes them."

Harris touched his chin: "So you think Batman's principle of not killing people is correct?"

Claire nodded: "There is no doubt about it."

After seeing her answer, Harris finally just shook his head but stopped rebutting, just like every time in the past, when their opinions differed, he would choose silence instead of his own answer.

Claire had no choice but to change the subject as Harris hoped: "Maybe you are willing to share with me your recent life, I want to know how you get along with Hannibal?" illness.

The young man raised his eyelids and glanced at her, the emerald pupils that looked a little like Hill revealed a hint of deep thought, then Harris lowered his head: "You know, I seldom go to Dr. Lecter's now. I'm controlling myself and The number of times he met and interacted."

"why is that?"

Harris stirred his own coffee silently. After a long time, Claire heard his voice so soft that he could barely hear him saying, "Because Hannibal has such a great influence on me."

He raised his head, his eyes were wide open, but the emotion inside was extremely empty: "If I continue..." He tightened his lips again, as if he was afraid of revealing any secret.

[But what happens if you keep going? ]

Claire looked at Harris questioningly, but her friend did not continue to answer her.

作者有话要说：M16扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2016-06-1508:26:25

Thank you, Big M, for the feed. A little spoiler: The clown is locked up, but his role is not over, just temporarily withdrawing from the scene.