American Comics: The Force Awakens

"I thought I said in the morning that I had to make an appointment in advance if I had something to come to visit. This Mr. I don't know yet?" Harleen looked up from the laptop screen and squinted her eyes.This is her clinic, and now an uninvited guest appears.

"However, I also thought we had already made an appointment when we met in the morning."

Karl replied, sitting down on the guest sofa without ceremony. "My name is Carl, Carl Kestis. Student and senior at Gotham University."

The morning report at Wayne Group ended smoothly. Under the instruction of Mr. Wayne himself, Carl did not receive any form of difficulty. The slightly bald supervisor warmly welcomed him to officially start work tomorrow.Karl, who was free in the afternoon, turned around and went to the address on the business card.

"So, what's your problem?" Harleen didn't answer, she just stood up and sat down on the other side.In her opinion, this junior classmate was just an annoying person who showed up uninvited and had a high opinion of himself.

"Really, you don't even have a cup of tea? You should really improve your professional skills." Karl shrugged exaggeratedly, pretending to ignore the increasingly tight lips of the beautiful female doctor opposite him. "Ha, just kidding. Now, I do have some questions, but it's not that time yet. Before raising my own questions, I want to tell you three stories." He paused to emphasize the next words. .

"I know you're interested in clowns, so here are three stories that you're sure to be interested in, three stories about clowns."

"Really? You came all the way here just to tell some stories without beginning or end. I'm starting to doubt your mental state." Harleen heard the clown's name, and her eyes changed slightly, but Karl You know, she took the bait.

"Okay, long story short, let's get started," he said.

In Gotham, a place where people live and work in peace and contentment with simple folk customs, there is such an ordinary chemical factory worker. In short, let us call him Mr. J. Mr. J aspires to be a comedian, but unfortunately, his talent for telling jokes is terrible.He has a pregnant wife and an insufficient salary, which puts increasing financial pressure on him.In the end, he was instigated by others and decided to take a desperate risk, and participated in a robbery of the Red Hood Gang by relying on his familiarity with the routes of the chemical plant.

However, Mr. J's luck was not good. During the operation, he received a call that his pregnant wife had died due to accidental electrocution. He was distraught and wanted to withdraw from the robbery, but he was coerced by his accomplices and forced to wear the knife. Put on the red hood.

Next, Batman appears and fights the red-hooded robber in a chemical plant. During the fight, the robber accidentally falls into a barrel full of chemicals.

At the end of everything, our protagonist went crazy. He lost everything, but gained a smile. He also hoped that everyone could laugh like him after the disaster.

After finishing the first story, Karl paused, looked at the silent female doctor, and licked his lips.

"Sounds pretty ordinary, doesn't it? Then we will start the second story soon."

The protagonist of the story, let us still call him Mr. J for the time being.Since childhood, Mr. J has been dependent on his mother.In his memory, his father was a domestic abuser and left the family early.Her mother went crazy early due to the trauma of domestic violence and could only lie in bed every day.

In this story, he was responsible for playing a clown who solicits customers, but after a few inappropriate laughs, he found himself at a low point in life, and people were not very friendly to him.

Until one day, he discovered that he was in the wrong industry. He was more successful and more talented at another job than soliciting customers.

That is crime.

After the crime, everyone was friendly to him, recognized his work, and laughed at him.

As a result, Mr. J, who was soliciting customers, also disappeared, leaving behind a clown holding a gun and laughing.

"The third story is even simpler. Don't worry, let me finish it first." Karl smiled and stopped the doctor who wanted to say something, and continued:

One day, a clown appeared on the beach in Gotham. He had no name, no origin, and no reason. He seemed to appear out of thin air.He has all the characteristics of a clown, green hair, pale face, smile and so on.Wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a camera hanging around his neck, he was dressed like a tourist, lying on the beach with seagulls pecking at his belly button.

Laughing with a spoon, he kills some onlookers, eats ice cream, and then enters Gotham, becoming the new celebrity madman, the Prince of Crime, Batman's nemesis.

My story is finished.What do you think?

"Charming. Confusing. Nonsense." Harleen couldn't wait to speak. "How can a person have different origins at the same time? Which story is true?"

"Which one do you think is true? In other words, where did the clown you think come from? Who among these three stories do you think will become the real clown in the future?" Carl asked.

"All three are possible, but none of them are possible." She replied. "I have researched the Joker's experience, but all his past files have been erased. Everything is a question mark and a mystery. If it's like you said Then...normally, someone would have found out long ago."

Harleen Quinzel, a person who studied the clown until she went crazy. In her mind, the clown's heart is extremely complicated, and his origin is extremely mysterious. It is like an addictive whirlpool. It is impossible to escape when you approach it, but it is impossible to escape. It makes people draw moths to the flame.

That's how she ended up becoming Harley Quinn.

And now, the first thing Karl has to do is to eliminate her mystery.

Harley Quinn still needed to be born, otherwise the story would be lacking and she would have a place in future plans.

In the comics, Harley, who was originally just an ordinary clown's follower, finally discovered that the clown did not love her after being betrayed and disappointed many times by the clown.She was just a doll, a pet, like the rabid dog the Joker himself kept and abandoned when no longer needed.Eventually she left Joker and pursued a solo career.After that, her character was complete.

But now, Karl wants to use his own hands to speed up this process.

He stood up: "Unfortunately, these stories all happened, and the protagonists of the stories also became clowns."

"But there's only one clown."

"It's what you're seeing at the moment. There is only one for now, and he will continue to exist." Karl added two accents in a row.

"And if a person acts like a clown, he laughs like a clown, everything about him is like a clown, but he claims that he is not a real clown, then is he a clown?"

"After all, the clown doesn't even need to be a person. It's easy to understand. Anything that ordinary people love, order, family, and friendship, the clown stands on the opposite side, because he has nothing to do with it, but without these, he also wants everyone to People, like him, laugh in the dark.”

Carl still selectively concealed some facts, such as the fact that the Joker still loves people, and he loves Batman.

He believed that he and Batman had the same problem, but they were just two sides of the same coin.So in Gotham without Batman, the Joker retired, and now Batman appears and the Joker emerges.

And Harry is just a victim of the twisted emotions between men.

"For example, I am now. We have only met each other for less than half an hour. There is no dispute. We can talk happily." He quickly moved forward, grabbed the female doctor's shirt with one hand, and took the other hand from his pocket. He took out the letter-opening knife he used in the morning and handed it over.

Harleen was forced to stand up and get close to Karl, with the small but sharp paper knife pressed against her throat.She was a former gymnastics champion and had quick reflexes, but his speed still prevented her from seeing clearly.

"But now I get violent and hurt people and take great pleasure in doing it. For no reason, because I love doing it."

Karl was still smiling, but his smile looked a little creepy.

"Now, do you think I'm crazy?"

"In other words, would I be a clown?"