Age of Clowns

Night, Gotham.

He stood on the roof of a skyscraper, the sleepless city under his feet was brightly lit everywhere, and he could see the neon blossoms in the night, dyeing the dense hot air from the manhole cover beside the road red.

What they see in their eyes is the feasting and feasting made of wealth, prestige, and power accumulation.

But in that dark place that is farther away, in places that are hard to see—maybe in the dark alleys piled up with garbage cans, maybe in the sewer where homeless people are hiding, maybe under the overpass where gangsters gather.

Those randomly discarded guns and corpses, those weird laughs and screams in the dark, those black stains of dried blood...all the time they tell people who come here that there are boundless hidden things under the bright appearance of this city. Sin and madness, anyone who despises it will be mercilessly swallowed up.

This is where?Maybe someone can guess it just by listening quietly to the citizens' descriptions.

Residents of this city like to use the names of villains they are familiar with to describe this city.

Some people say it looks like Killer Crocodile, because it always engulfs people in the dark, leaving no bone or residue behind. It may only emit a splash or bubble, but no one cares.

Some people say that it is like a double-faced man, because of its ruthless choices, whether it is justice and evil, or order and chaos, it is rotating crazily all the time. Destiny is like a coin, constantly being tossed up and down again, making the human body unable to control itself. .

Some people say it is like a scarecrow, because no matter what kind of sweet dreams you have before, it will suddenly turn into a nightmare, and it will dig out people's deepest fears until it makes people crazy, drives them crazy, and finally wanders around the streets with saliva.

Some people say it looks like a clown, because of this city, it is simply crazy!Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Of course, there is a high possibility that this citizen will be violent at the next moment, insert a pencil or a fork into the outsider's eyeball, then open his big ignorant eyes, stretch his neck and curiously inquire about the twitching corpse.

"Why so serious?"

Watch the bright light beams in the night leaving bat-like spots on the clouds.

"Gotham..."

he murmured.

The next moment, a sudden heavy rain drowned his figure.

The gray rain with a faint sour smell covered everything that I had seen and heard before, covering up all the sins. I could only hear the sound of rushing and feel the coldness from my heart.

He began to dance with the heavy rain, taking out strange dance steps one after another. The strange movements seemed like a fat penguin, spinning in the dreamland of the rain, in the gap between the old building and the new building, in the dilapidated and drunken place. In the isolation between the drunken and wealthy, in the gap between the strong wind and the heavy rain, he danced round and round...

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" In a hospital ward, a man hammered the glass on the window with his head. He was wearing a white hospital gown, and his hands and feet were tied with tight ropes. He was tied up, and no one among the doctors who came and went looked at him twice, and no one cared about what he thought. There were only uninterrupted meals every day and the mechanized questioning.

"Bang! Bang!" There was another loud noise, and the man's forehead cracked, and the blood that spilled out showed a beautiful ink painting on the glass.

"Arthur, how do you feel today? Are you feeling down, are you losing control of your movements? Do you still want to laugh?" A doctor in a neat white robe sat in a ward. Opposite him was a long-haired man whose hands and feet were tightly bound. , he has a slender build, sunken eyes, dull eyes, and scars all over his body.

After hearing the doctor's words, the man finally had some reaction and shouted fiercely: "Please, I'm not sick, please let me out, my mother still needs my care, please hahahahahahahahahahahaha Hahahahahaha..." The man's whimpering words were interrupted by long and sharp laughter, leaving only lingering tears in the corners of his eyes...

"Oh, Arthur, I'm sorry. It seems you still can't control your laughter. You still need to be kept here for treatment. Don't worry, we won't abandon you." The doctor had a formulaic smile on his face. , he held a document in his hand, looked at Arthur and said in a friendly tone, but casually drew a big cross on Arthur's file.

"Arthur, please trust us, okay? We are all for your own good. If you go out like this, you will be regarded as a monster. We are saving you, treating you, and helping you. You must actively cooperate. Let's do it." After saying this, the doctor began to sort out the documents in his hands, and his plain words sounded like the devil's whisper in Arthur's ears.

"Please, I don't want to be locked up here, my mother, please, cough, cough, hahahahahahahahahahahahaha..." The breathless words were sharpened again. And interrupted by stinging laughter.

The doctor stood up and arranged his suit gently with his hands. Without looking at Arthur again, he turned and left the ward. The name tag on his chest read: Arkham Asylum: Attending Physician: Stephen Jason.

It was another beautiful day. "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" A man hammered the glass on the window with his head. He was wearing a white hospital gown, and his hands and feet were tied with tight ropes. ….….….….…

"Good morning everyone, it's Wednesday, October 10th, the temperature is 16 degrees Celsius, I'm Standale Broadstone, reporting real-time news for you...

A sound from the radio came slowly, and the sunlight outside the window refracted into the house, waking up the sleeping man. The man opened his eyes and looked out the window in confusion. There were no chains on his hands and no ropes on his feet...

"Are you having nightmares again, Arthur..."