American Comics: The Force Awakens

“Today is Assumption Day, when Mary ended her sufferings on earth and ascended into heaven.”

In a single cell in Arkham, two people communicate through thick transparent glass.

Inside is Julian Day, the machinist, the fat bald guy with the letters of the month tattooed on his head, the Calendar Man, a freak who only picks holidays to commit crimes.

Outside is an old face, Batman.

"Remember that story, Batman." Julian put his hands on the glass and leaned his head forward, as if hoping to make his voice clearer.

"M is for the fierce face she gave me, O just to say she is old and weak. T is for the fear she gave me when she beat me, and H is for her heart that I hold in my hands now .E means her rapidly dimming eyes, R means rot, she is about to rot away. Putting these letters together, they form the word mother, although now she is just a corpse."

"You're lying." Batman said, he narrowed his eyes. "That story is about the case you did on Mother's Day. You killed your mother. And the deceased this time is not in line with your past style."

"You even stayed at the scene until the police arrived to take you away."

"Calendar Man will not be forgotten, nor can he be forgotten, Batman." Julian replied softly. "Calendar Man will appear every holiday. He will complete his mission and he will always remember Gotham."

During the day, an anonymous phone call reported a murder case to the Gotham Police Department. The Major Crime Unit, which was accustomed to this, dispatched police officers, but unexpectedly found the Calendar Man, Julian Day, standing aside at the scene.At that time, he was holding a calendar paper with the Assumption Day printed on that day. Without making any move, he was handcuffed by nervous police officers with guns and sent back to Arkham.

"Since someone broke you out of Arkham in June, you disappeared for almost two months." Batman retorted, "How many holidays are there in this?"

"But now, you come out of nowhere and claim that you will be responsible for the crimes committed during the festival. Why is that?"

"Yes, Calendar Man is no longer remembered. People are starting to pay attention to new serial killers, and there are more and more mediocrities in Arkham." Julian's eyes widened and his tone became urgent. "Gotham is so new and tired of the old. , no, Calendar Man cannot just be forgotten.”

"Do you remember my early works? They were all flawed, but they had great potential." He began to recall the past. "This is also the reason why I was caught by you. Time and time again, you were stronger than me, and you were honing myself, and I also believed at that time that my works would be more perfect.”

"No, I did become stronger. It was half a year at first, and then I improved every week. I started thinking." Julian sighed. "So I ended up coming back here."

"What exactly are you trying to explain?" Batman asked.

"Time, Batman, time is what matters." Julian replied expressionlessly. "August is coming to an end. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas...these are good days, and someone is destined to die. Calendar people will be remembered again, no matter when, no matter what land."

"None of this will happen, you will always be locked up here." Batman said, "No one will die because of your crazy delusions."

"Is that so? Maybe the Calendar Man will stay here forever, maybe not. Maybe he got lucky, maybe he has helpers, maybe he set a trap in advance."

Julian pulled his head back and began to turn back, facing the wall of his cell, which was covered with different dates, messy and maddening.

"And when people do keep dying, you're on a futile quest for the truth."

"You will keep coming back, trying to test whether I am real and whether I am always here, trying to get the truth from me, but you will find nothing in the end."

"I was there when you started on this path, and I'm watching when you fail."

"Ultimately, no one will ever forget the Calendar Man."

He finally ends his tirade, just like the rest of Arkham's criminals.

"We'll know then."

Batman lifted up his cape and disappeared into the shadows as usual.

After an unknown amount of time, another person walked out of the dark corridor. She was wearing a doctor's white robe and glasses.

"Hey, holiday geek, how's the conversation going? Have you captured Batman's heart?" She greeted the calendar man who was sitting down and resting inside cheerfully. "Impress him?"

"It's the Calendar Man." Julian raised his head when he heard the sound and stood up slowly. Perhaps because of the shackles, his movements were not very flexible. "I don't think that's going to fool him."

"Actually, you didn't lie to him. A new holiday killer is about to make his debut in Gotham." Harley smiled, "And he does have something to do with you."

"This is not exactly the result I wanted." Julian stared at his hands. "Do you know that feeling? That feeling of powerlessness when you want to create a perfect work by yourself but find that your inspiration is exhausted?"

"I stayed outside for two months, trying to make new works, but found that I had lost my talent." He clenched his hands and then loosened them. "As a serial killer who was once terrifying, all I can think of is He committed a stereotypical murder, but I can't do that, and then the Calendar Man will even become a thief robbing banks and stations."

"Ah, I feel like I've exhausted all my talents. It's a typical symptom." Harley clicked on the frame. "But it doesn't matter. Harley will always have endless ideas in her head, so I won't have such troubles."

"As for you? Maybe cutting off your ears or other parts of your body will help you regain your confidence as an artist?" She told a joke. "Anyway, you can slowly regain your inspiration here, and we A spirited Italian guy who will be responsible for keeping your memory alive in Gotham."

"Ah, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas..." Julian didn't reply. He slowly sat back and muttered a lot of holidays.

“The Calendar Man must never be forgotten.”

Harry left.

As she passed the guard at the gate, the guard on duty today greeted her.

"Dr. Quinzel, you get off work so late today again."

"Yeah, you know." She asked seemingly casually, "Why can't I see your director, Dr. Strange, recently?"

"Ah, you're talking about this. Doctor Hugo has been missing for a while." The guard scratched his head and replied distressedly, "Everyone is quite uneasy. After all, there are not many people who can come and work for him. Who are willing to do this kind of thing?" There are even fewer people in the area.”

"Ah, isn't that interesting?" She showed a satisfied smile and walked towards the forest.