The clown pulled the lapel of his coat and turned around twice to show Batman his new suit. Putting aside the bombs, this was indeed a new suit, completely different from the one he performed on the stage last time.
different.
But when he finished scrolling, he realized that the scene he was looking forward to did not appear at all.
When seeing the Joker carrying explosives, Batman will usually retreat immediately, make a tactical defensive move, and then shout: "Joker! Stop your evil plan!"
At this time, Bruce raised his head and glanced at him. When the clown's eyes met his, the two of them were stunned for two seconds at the same time.
The clown looked down at himself, then looked up at Bruce, and then looked down at himself again, as if he suspected that he had some hallucination.
He let go of his clothes, wiped his nose with his arm, sniffed hard and said: "No, no, you are not Bruce, you are Batman... You are Batman now, I can smell that painful smell...
"
The clown wrinkled his facial features together, came close to Bruce, and smelled hard. He said: "Yes... yes... that smell of fear from bats, a smell of blood, a stench, I was two kilometers away."
You can smell it everywhere, and no one else in Gotham has this smell..."
Suddenly, the clown jumped back and shouted at Bruce at the top of his lungs: "Batman! How could you do this?! Why don't you wear your suit? Why are you staying in front of the hospital! Instead of on the roof of the building?"
!”
He pulled his coat open again and shouted to Bruce: "Look at me! I got a lot of explosives! Enough to blow up half of Gotham!"
The clown spat and waved his arms, just like Bruce describing the scene of the mushroom cloud after the explosion.
He swallowed, limped over to Bruce, put the bomb into his eye, and said, "Do you think this is a prop? No! Smell the gunpowder on it. This is freshly produced.
Big delicious bomb!!”
However, Bruce seemed to be completely immersed in his own thoughts. He was like this when he just came out of the hospital. This is a very typical stupor state of re-experiencing trauma.
Patients suffering from stress-trauma syndrome will show a very obvious sluggish state when they experience or think of a scene that is the same as the traumatic experience. Re-experiencing and stupor are typical manifestations of trauma syndrome.
Bruce, who had just come out of the hospital, recalled that when he would return to the empty Wayne Manor again, he felt very resistant because it reminded him of the day his parents died.
The weather in Gotham is very similar every day. It is gloomy during the day and rainy at night. Although the Waynes died on the spot, their bodies were still sent to the hospital for autopsy. When young Bruce left the hospital, he was just like this.
Sitting in front of the hospital.
Because whenever he thinks about it, when he returns to Wayne Manor and faces those familiar scenes, there will be two people missing in the scene, and that is his parents.
The death of a loved one is inevitable and must be experienced in life. However, even if some relatives have been gone for a long time, the process of their going to the hospital for hospitalization, rescue, doctor's declaration of death, issuance of death certificate, etc. will still be clearly imprinted on people's minds.
In my mind, so does Bruce.
This stress state needs time to relieve, but the Joker has no idea what happened. He suspects that he has met a fake Batman.
He took off his coat, shook it vigorously, then crumpled it into a ball, and said in front of Bruce: "Look! Bomb! Say it after me, bomb-bomb-!!"
"Don't you recognize it? Have you forgotten? Don't you remember the three workers who were killed in the chemical plant before, and the car repair shop owner who was killed by me before?"
Seeing Bruce who was completely unresponsive, the Joker was shocked.
He took a deep breath and stood there with his hands on his waist. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he jumped excitedly and said, "Oh, I see, it must be a problem with the clothes. Just wait for me!"
After saying that, the clown disappeared in an alley next to the hospital with a "swish". After a while, the sound of a truck rang, and when the clown ran over again, he had changed into another suit.
"bat
Xia, look, this is the outfit I often wore before. You should recognize it now, right? It’s me, the clown! Jack, the greatest comedy artist in the world!!”
The clown sniffed hard, swallowed, then pulled the corners of his clothes, handed them to Bruce and said, "Look, there's blood on it...whose blood is it? I can't remember."
Already."
Then, the clown knelt down, put his face next to Bruce, looked at him expectantly and said, "Have you remembered?"
Bruce moved his head slightly and glanced at him, but then turned his head back.
The clown pursed his lips, then opened his lips to reveal his teeth, which looked a bit ferocious.
He bent down, squatted on the spot, stamped his feet vigorously, and ran away again. After a while, he changed into the work clothes that truck drivers often wear.
"Now, you should know each other, right? This is the clothes I wore when we first met! Look at me!"
The clown circled, waved, and took off his coat and waved it vigorously in front of Bruce, but Bruce didn't give him any response.
Finding that this method didn't work, the clown started to use some force again. He grabbed Bruce's arm and tried to pull him away, but Bruce's limbs were a little stiff and his reactions were slow. The clown was so tired that he began to breathe heavily.
, and did not move Bruce ten meters away.
But he didn't give up at all and insisted on dragging Bruce to the side of the hospital building.
Bruce was trapped by some imaginary horrific scenes, but that didn't mean he didn't have instinctive reactions. He stood up and walked over with the clown's power, but as soon as he reached the side of the hospital, his breathing rate began to increase again, and then
, found another step and sat down.
The clown bent over tiredly, holding his knees and gasping for air. His messy hair blocked the view in front of him, making it difficult for him to see the surrounding environment clearly.
Finding that Batman's state was completely different from what he imagined, the Joker suddenly paused, gradually stretched his facial muscles, and revealed a sarcastic smile.
He took a lighter from his pocket and turned it around in his hand, put his other hand in his trouser pocket, and staggered towards Bruce who was sitting on the steps.
He sat down next to Bruce, opened the lid of the lighter, and said, "You know what? Batman, humans have an innate fear of pain, which can break many disguises..."
As he spoke, he lit the flame of the lighter and put his finger on the flame. After a while, he gasped and shook his hand, then looked at Batman with a smile and said: "Actually, I have always wanted to know, you
Will it hurt, Batman, let’s try it?”
As he spoke, he put the lighter under Bruce's fingertips, but Bruce still didn't respond. With a click, the lighter was closed. The clown pursed his lips and showed a bored expression and said:
"It seems that our Mr. Bat has finally gone crazy. Ha, I know that you have never been interested in bombs and flames. Okay, then please tell me, what are you more interested in?"
The Joker and Bruce sat side by side on the steps of a small square beside the hospital.
The clown raised his head and looked at the flow of people coming and going at the hospital gate. He said: "You know what? People like to spend a lot of time in the hospital. They would rather spend a lot of money to treat physical illnesses than ask them.
Why are you so ugly inside?"
"I know that one day, you will be sad, Batman, you regard yourself as a god, but the world does not love God, they only love themselves."
"Do you love them? Batman?" The Joker said, holding the lighter in his hand: "Or do you save them just because you hope you are a savior and have the ability to save anyone?"
"Okay, little bat, just wait here and I'll go see who made you suffer from such lovesickness." The clown grinned and showed a scary smile and said: "I will let you
He knows the consequences of doing so."
With that said, he stood up, lifted the hem of his clothes coolly, put the lighter in his pocket, whistled, and left with brisk steps.
Half an hour later, in the office on the roof of the Iceberg Restaurant, Cobot took two steps back, pointed at the clown and said, "Don't come over here! Keep that bomb of yours away."
Point it out, you lunatic!!!”
"Shh..." The clown put a finger close to his lips, making a silencing gesture. He said to Cobot: "Hush, you idiot, I heard Batman crying, you listen
Reached?"
Cobot's face was darker than the bottom of the pot. He looked at the bombs on the clown and felt a little weak in his legs. He also knew something about explosives. The things on the clown, together, could blow up the entire East District.
.
He swallowed and said: "Jack, go find Batman, don't go crazy with me, I don't have time to play those childish games with you, I want to make money."
The clown's right cheek twitched, looking very fierce. He stared at Cobot with cold eyes and said: "You ruined Batman's reputation and made him feel sad. Now he is crazy and has a disease that he cannot understand."
Good mental illness, you have to pay for it!"
Cobot heard that the clown's tone was trembling, and certain words would be repeated over and over again. Obviously, his mental state was not very good.
Copper and the clown are completely different people. He is not crazy at all. He opens a restaurant and does business just to make money.
Seeing the clown take out a lighter from his pocket, he stretched out his hand and said: "No! Don't do this! Jack, that report was not what I wanted to publish. Someone found me and he asked me to do it!"
"Who? Who asked you to do this?"
"...Schiller." Cobot spit out a name.
The clown closed his suit jacket, buttoned it, straightened his tie, and walked out aggressively.
Ten minutes later, he was pinned to the roof of a building by Schiller.
Schiller let go, and the clown got up from the ground. He shouted: "What are you doing?! You troublesome guy, you broke my toy!!!"
"That's not the reason why you ran into Gotham University with so many explosives."
Seeing the clown's crazy look, Schiller smiled and said, "Aren't you curious?"
The Joker stared at him silently, and Schiller continued: "Don't you want to know why Batman helps others?"
"Is he doing good deeds to help others because he is kind, or because he hopes to gain the identity of a savior and become Gotham's perfect god?"
"Now, he can no longer be a perfect god. There will definitely be people in this city who believe that report. No matter how he clarifies it, it will become an eternal stain."
"The name Batman may always be associated with infamy. He is no longer a figure like the Son of Jesus, and no one will expect him to save anyone. But now, he is suffering from this. Do you think this
Why?"
Schiller saw that the clown's eyes gradually lit up. He accelerated his breathing rate excitedly and made a huffing sound in his throat. He swallowed and said: "Yes, that's right, because... he can't be perfect."
It’s amazing!”
"He should know this. No matter how he fixes it later, there will be people who don't believe it, and there will be people who will abuse him, and there will be many people! This will become a hole in the window glass, no matter how well the wiper works.
Even if you work hard, this hole won’t disappear!”
The clown began to tremble with excitement. He said: "He had to leave his favorite dream, leave the fantasy in which he became a god, omniscient and omnipotent, and could save anyone, and returned to the cold and pale reality, just like me.
, just like everyone in Gotham!!”
"He can only be the Bruce Wayne he hates the most! He has to go back to Bruce's life, and there is no way to escape reality! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"
The clown smiled and burst into tears. He wiped the corners of his eyes and said:
"God loves the world... God loves the world... He should wake up. God has never loved the world. God only loves his perfect self!"
