American Comics: The Force Awakens

The clinic was very quiet for a while, and the two of them were very close, forming a still balance.

Harleen wanted to deny that the man in front of her, who had become violent for no apparent reason, was far from where he was now.But just now, she did feel a familiar, crazy aura.It was that aura that she couldn't understand that made her determined to study this criminal when she saw the captured clown on TV for the first time.

Is he right, everyone can be a clown?And the clown is just a symbol?

She thought about it and asked: "So who are you? This should be the first time we meet, but you seem to know me very well and know what I want. And you also seem to know the clown very well. Why is this? What role does the scarecrow play in this?"

"Now I am Karl, Scarecrow... one of my mentors. Regarding my identity, I am just an unknown person for the time being." Karl slowly took back the letter-cutting knife and let go of his hand.The female doctor, who lost her support, sat back on the sofa, which made him smile.

"As for why I know the Joker so well, you will understand this later. Now is not the time, and you are not ready." He put his hands back in his pockets. "When you are ready, it is time for you to answer my question." .”

"Now you sound like Nygma," Harleen whispered.

"Ah, the Riddler. By the way, maybe next time I can tell you the story of a skinny cuckold who was kicked out of Gotham by Batman because he plastered psoriasis in the city." Carl replied.

"Now, think, use your expertise to imagine." He turned and headed for the door. "I'll be back over the weekend, with more inspiring and thoughtful stories. Here's a hint, if you can guess Batman's Identity, you are ready.”

"Wait, why is it the weekend?" Harleen couldn't help but ask: This man broke into her life like a storm, messing up her research on clowns and her plans, and now he is like a storm. He left as quickly as the wind, as if he didn't want to stay for even half a second.

"Because I have to work for Wayne on weekdays. Didn't you know that this morning?" Karl looked back strangely, as if it wasn't him who had been behaving strangely all this time.

Harleen smiled as if she had told her first successful joke since Carl came through the door.She seemed to suddenly think of something, smiled and shouted outside:

"Remember to bring money next time you come. Psychiatrists charge based on time."

The man paused for a moment and did not look back. He just raised his left hand to indicate that he heard it.

The door closed, leaving the doctor laughing alone.

............

Scarecrow's Hideout at Night

Klein looked silently at the masked man sitting across the table through his special gas mask.

Karl was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.There was no way, since he woke up last night, he had spent the whole day looking for people to talk to, and had no time to do anything else.

Only now he has a shoddy clown mask on his face.

It is the kind of mask commonly worn by clown gangs on the streets. These clown-worshiping lunatics are used to throwing the mask into the trash can after committing a crime, and then blending into the crowd before the police arrive, making it difficult to find.

The two masked men sat facing each other without saying a word for a long time, and then Klein spoke:

"Here you go again, what do you want."

"I thought I made it clear yesterday," Carl replied. "We work together to make a name for ourselves in Gotham."

"In what way?"

"No, you don't need to know for the time being." Karl replied, "I went back and thought about it yesterday and found that I can do more than you."

"So now, I am in charge here. If you still want to achieve your goal, you have to listen to me."

"And when the time is right, just follow my plan and you will succeed."

"This is different from what I said before, damn it." Klein stood up coldly, "I thought we would only have a cooperative relationship, and this has not even been settled."

"Why not? For money, you could work for Penguins, for Romans, for anyone before." Karl asked pretending to be surprised. "But now, you refuse to work for me. The reason is that I am just a person without any title." Newcomer, I’m not worthy.”

"You have been my mentor, and I respect you, but I think respect should be mutual." He said, "Especially respect for power." As he spoke, he raised his left hand and gradually tightened it.

Klein panicked to find that he couldn't breathe, as if an invisible hand was slowly strangling his throat.He coughed feebly and tried to touch his throat with his hands, but he couldn't reach it as if there was a wall of air between him.

"What makes you think you can still dominate this relationship, my dear mentor?" Karl asked. "Be careful not to get choked by your own ambition."

The dark side of the force, the force choke

If he were a normal Karl, he might have a good talk with Klein.But the experience of telling and playing the clown in the afternoon made the originally balanced power seem a little restless, and the dark side gradually took over.

So it was only temporary, and Karl seemed a little irritable tonight.

But maybe a little darkness could be more convincing to his fellow criminals.

He let go of his hand and looked at Klein, who had lost his support and fell to his knees gasping for breath. Heavy breathing came from his gas mask.

"...Prove it to me." The Scarecrow's weak voice came from below.

"what?"

"Prove to me what you can do." Klein mocked, "If power is a resource, power alone is not enough. You can't even afford to hire me."

"You know, when I came here, I met a group of members of the Clown Gang." Karl did not answer directly, but talked about another thing. "So I paid attention to them, and then caught the leader after they disbanded. ." He pointed to the clown mask on his face.

"Unfortunately, except for the Joker himself, anyone in the Joker Gang is just his tool, and they don't know any key secrets." He said, "But thankfully, through some small means, I was able to get some information from him. Got some useful information in my head.”

The small trick refers to reading minds with the Force.Just use the Force to invade the brain a little, and people with fragile minds will feedback the secrets they don't want to tell.

Maybe this technique won't work for people with a slightly firmer mind, but members of the Clown Gang who can be bewitched by clowns are obviously not among them.

"Before the Joker was arrested, he had made a deal with a gang boss called Black Mask. The transaction included clown gas and arms. It is said that Black Mask wanted to study these toxins and try to reproduce them in his chemical factory ." He recounted, "The people in the Clown Gang sneered at this. They firmly believed that the clown gas could not be copied, and they also found out one of the chemical plants where the Black Mask was based. It was said that they planned to take advantage of the clowns and steal the poison that belonged to the clown. Take things back."

Karl moved his lips slightly and whispered an address.

"So we take the first step and loot Black Mask's stronghold."

"Bring your gear tomorrow night, Master. You'll see what I'm capable of."