Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Gotham.late at night.

When the sharp siren sounded, Jason woke up almost immediately.

He turned over and sat up, quickly put on his coat, put on his shoes, and rushed out of his room—the door lock had failed, and there was already a mess outside the door, with guards waving batons and guns and filing out together The mentally ill criminals were fighting, gunshots, screams, footsteps and laughter mixed together. Jason nimbly dodged a few iron bars swung at him, broke the opponent's arm and picked up a Hold it in your hand.

The guards quickly retreated in such an offensive. Those who tried to maintain order were killed, and those who surrendered were tied up and piled up in a corner. They may be humiliated and played, but they may also be released unharmed. , Both outcomes depend on luck.

Jason was already well-known in this area. Except for a few people who tried to take advantage of the chaos, everyone who encountered Jason wisely chose a detour, and the road to the nearest doctor's office was unobstructed.

And when Jason arrived, the room that was supposed to be guarded was already empty.

He wasn't surprised by this, even if it was only a little bit of surprise.He quickly found the doctor's key and access card from the empty room, and the access code was written on the post-it note affixed to the access card.

——Deliberately leave it to him.Jason came to this conclusion almost without thinking.

This matter is not like Laura's style, because the planning is too obvious. Although Laura is very smart, Jason has no doubt that Laura can definitely create exquisite and interlocking coincidences, but she will not have the intention to do this Do.

She is probably indulging in the joy of being accepted by Superman right now.

These thoughts flashed through Jason's mind, he grabbed everything he needed, turned around and rushed out of the room, heading straight for the cell that belonged to the clown.

hurry up.

Hurry up.

He needs to resolve the grievances between him and the Joker before Batman arrives, hoping that the Joker will allow enough time for his escape plan, and that the people left by the Joker outside the ward can entangle Batman for long enough...

Jason galloped all the way, the whole road was unimpeded, the feeling of running on this road was so smooth and easy, so he understood:

He wasn't alone in anticipating this reunion.

The manic laughter helped Jason locate the clown's location faster than the ugly and disgusting clown makeup face. Jason rushed into the door with a stride, stepped on the stool across the small table, and sat down. The clown, who was laughing convulsively in another chair, grabbed it and greeted him with a merciless punch.

The sound of the nasal bone breaking and two tubes of nosebleed splashed together, and the clown's wild laughter was forced to stop.

He coughed a few times, spitting out the blood pouring down his throat from the nasal tube: "Oh, my dear Robin," he complained vaguely, "the good show has just begun, why are you so enthusiastic?"

Jason broke the clown's ribs with a heavy punch before he could say more endless strange words, and then beat the clown up - he thought he would get a fierce resistance, after all, the clown is also a hand-to-hand fighter He was a good hand, but the clown seemed a little careless when he sparred with him, and for some reason, Jason felt that the clown was weaker than he showed.

Forget it, Jason thought, beat the clown until he's too weak to talk.

His idea came true very quickly, without difficulty, which made Jason even more suspicious of what was going on.

a dream?a hallucination?Or the beginning of some weird conspiracy?He pinched the clown's neck and pressed the bloody clown against the wall, paying attention to the surrounding environment vigilantly.

A silence.

Even the sound of the alarm disappeared, as if the prison had been completely separated from the other rooms in Arkham, and it was a world of its own.

While he was thinking, the clown finally found a chance to speak.

"Please do accept my apologies if I have offended you by the title I just called, my dear — the red hood," said the clown, who sounded sticky and haunted by the blood in his mouth. Evil guttural, "My friend—"

"Fuck you," Jason interrupted him in disgust, "there are only your enemies here, not your friends."

"Oh my dear friend, don't make the distinction so clearly. The clown's enemy is the clown's friend." The clown continued, "Besides, you chose the code name I used to use, Red Hood... almost reminds me of the one I used to be It's been a fantastic time, my friend, and it's a real honor."

"You're welcome." Jason replied with a sneer, "For the sake of losing your life soon."

He tightened his fingers and stared at the clown for a while, admiring the way the clown twitched in pain, blood loss and suffocation.In his imagination, this scene would make him extremely excited, but in reality, when the "clacking" sound in the clown's throat echoed in the silent room, his heart was empty and there was nothing.

Not nothing.

The joy of getting revenge and the ecstasy of successful revenge rise at the same time, but these two emotions are so small, like two fireworks in the sky, illuminating the entire sky in an instant, and then quietly ending.

Jason felt bewildered and anxious at the same time.

Something is wrong, something is too wrong, everything that happened today is so wrong, it seems that there is a force pushing him to come to the clown.

The attitude of the clown also surprised Jason... The clown never cherished his own life, let alone his life. The clown forced Batman to kill him all the time, but the clown's willingness to die at this moment His attitude is still very weird, because the person the Joker expects to kill him is Batman.

Not a Robin who once died at his hands, and then crawled back from hell, trying to avenge him.

Failed Robin.Former Robin.That's not what the Joker wants.

He stared at the clown and pinched his throat to prevent any more bombastic words from that hideous mouth.

Jason can fully imagine what the clown might say next, nothing more than laughing at his failure as Robin, telling him that bats never care about a dead Robin, and mocking him that even if Robin dies, bats don't care. Will kill the clown for revenge, because Robin is just a consumable. Not long after the previous Robin died, didn't the bat pick up another unwanted child from the street as an assistant?

And so on, blah blah.

Ah, Jason sighed silently, almost wearily thinking—

Lola has said this many times.

She knew exactly what the clown would say, what he would do, and even Jason's thoughts.

"I hate you, not because I was cheated by you, nor because you killed me. Of course, this is part of the reason why I hate you, but not all."

Jason stared at the clown's stiff eyeballs, and felt the stench of blood and mud coming out of his mouth again, and the breath of death lingered in his nose, that cold, damp and stale breath, he said: "I Hate you - because you opened up all the scars. You completely separated me from Batman."

He smiled strangely, strangled the clown's throat tightly, feeling his powerless struggle under his hands.

That face, painted over with absurd smile that always wears absurd smile, laughs even at such times, and everything is a joke, absurd jokes, bad jokes, jokes that can be guessed from the beginning to the end.

Now this joke that has enveloped the entire Gotham, created countless murders, and destroyed countless people can finally come to an end.

Right in his hands, the Joker is dying.

That's when Batman arrived.

His movements were light and quick, and he clearly knew exactly what was going to happen, before he even had time to stop other escaped criminals and maintain order in Arkham.

He came straight to the clown's cell.

He saw Jason tighten his fingers.

Before his mind could really realize what he was thinking in that split second, a batarang stabbed in the direction of Jason and the Joker.

——Then caught the bat dart with one hand.

Laura gently put the bat dart into the pocket of the windbreaker.

"Oh," she said dissatisfiedly, "the clown's life is very hard. He can't die by strangling his neck for a few minutes."

Batman suddenly turned around, but when Lola didn't intend to keep his hand, he would never move faster than Lola. With a fairly accurate speed and strength, Lola yanked Batman behind the wall.

When Jason turned his head, he saw an empty wall.

He was stunned for a while... He became more and more curious and confused about the current development of things.Where's Batman?He thought, why didn't Batman suddenly rush out to prevent him from killing the Joker, and then publish a "no kill theory" that made him sick?

But there was really no one behind him.no one.

Batman wasn't there, Lola wasn't there, and both were supposed to be.

"Hush." ​​In the monitoring room, Laura squeezed the bat's wrist tightly, "Don't talk, don't disturb him," she said briskly, "If you really want to save the clown, I promise you will rush in before he dies." of."

"The person I want to save is Jason Todd." Batman said coldly.

"But your bat dart was aimed at Jason's throat." Laura replied.

"..."

"Oops," Laura said again, "he let go."

Jason let go of the asphyxiated Joker.

He took a few steps back and looked at the clown lying on the ground whose life and death were unknown—if no one came to rescue him, he might really die in a short while, feeling a kind of almost absurd confusion.

who I am?He thought, where am I?What am I doing?

The answer to each question was a cloud of fog, and overly complicated emotions had hollowed out his thoughts.The top-heavy feeling of weightlessness made Jason almost vomit. He felt extremely cold for a while, and felt hot all over for a while.

The entire process of revenge went too smoothly, but his mind was not filled with hatred enough to ignore these things that were wrong.

Jason stared blankly at the clown. This criminal, whom he always regarded as the core of his hatred, was in his hands. He could copy the way the clown tortured him, or he could just shoot him dead. Indecision again—no, not indecision about whether the Joker should die or not.

It's that he hates clowns so much.

He hates the Joker so much that everything he's done since waking up is aimed at killing the Joker.

Jason even started to hate Lola for being so sharp and mean.

"You became Robin because you wanted to help Gotham as Batman's sidekick like Dick, and you were doing good, but mainly for your own ideals," Lola said. , you changed your previous principles - because of the clown. You did it for your own ideas."

"You want the bat to change for you, you want him to value you more than his principles, but you never change your principles for the bat." She said, "I like you so much, and I never asked you not to return What about Gotham?"

It's all fucking smooth, like someone has cleared every obstacle in the way of revenge for him, and no one is chasing after him to make him hurry up and kill the clown, so he has more time to think out of thin air.

Lola's words haunted him like a demon.

Have you figured out what to do?She said, I definitely agree with anything you do, bats are different.Are you sure you're ready to be kicked out of the Bat-family?

She also said a lot, but every word was buzzing, and Jason only remembered those few words that he could never forget.

——Do you want to kill the clown because you hate the clown, or do you want to kill the clown because you want revenge on the bat?

—or both?

Laura in front of the monitor smiled.

"Whatever it is," she released her grip on the bat's wrist.She gently held the bat's finger, like a little girl holding a timid father's hand.

"Whatever it is — it's not about justice. Justice is just the tiniest addition to this," she said.

Lola sighed, wondering why she was thinking so much?Kill if you want.

But killing or not killing is very important to people like them.

If you think this matter is very important, then you should think carefully and carefully consider it before doing it.

"It's a pity he won't kill the clown," Laura said. "He loves you a little more."

She turned her head to look at the bat. The bat just stood silently, staring at the painful Jason in the surveillance for a long time through the gray blindfold.

Laura shook her head: "If I don't catch up, you will cut Jason's throat to save the clown."

The bat didn't respond, just stood still.

Laura couldn't figure out why he was the one who threw the batarang without thinking, and he was still the one who showed the most pain and injury. Even Jason's pain couldn't compare to him... Wow, this bat is really good are you crazy.

But he was so sad.

His sorrow was taller than the mountains, thicker than the clouds in the Gotham sky, and there was a sense of despair in his sorrow, which made him appear vulnerable.

Vulnerable and tender.

Lola hadn't been able to find the common ground between Bruce and the bat before, but now she has.It turned out that the biggest difference between Bat and Bruce was that he didn't appear to be in pain at all.

Bats never show pain.He just inflicts pain.

Lola kind of understands why so many people love him even though Bat is so perverted.

Because... because he was in too much pain.

He suffers so much that even if you know that everyone around him is hurt by his pain, even if you know that his pain is always borne by others, you can still understand him.

No, Laura thought grimly, she didn't understand.

But she sighed and tugged at Bruce's black cape.

Bruce pursed his lips tightly and looked down at her.

Why didn't I find out before?Bat, Laura thought, with his chin and lips tensed like a tantrumed little boy, stubborn, obstinate, you can't reason with him at all.

"You're a terrible loser," Lola said.

"I'll keep it a secret for you, and then," Laura continued, "and then I'll take Jason home."

"..."

She tugged at the bat, forcing him to half-kneel on the ground, and then hugged the bat.

"Hug." She said, "Don't be sad."

Don't be so harsh.

"Be kind to yourself, Papa Bruce," whispered Laura. "I know you don't think so."

"..."

Batman half-kneeled in front of Lola silently, with his head slightly lowered, and a black cloak was spread behind him.

After a long time, he slowly raised a hand to put on Laura's back.

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