[Comprehensive] Clown training game

The clown is a mask, a symbol, a symbol.

Mr. J had already talked about this truth with Yichao, and the latter obviously realized it.What if the Red Hood could kill all the madmen in Arkham?

Either there will be more and stronger villains, or the Red Hood will degenerate into the final villain and be defeated by the next Gotham hero, repeating this endless cycle.

After finally being able to survive, why sacrifice his own soul and learn from the sliced ​​devil in the story?

Mr. J sighed deeply, and the time to use [Tree Hole] is up. According to the passive skill, the opponent has 80.00%, uh, for Mr. Todd, whose favorability degree is -250, it is estimated that 100% will become angry from embarrassment. !

Well, isn't this his plan?Come on, come on, start the third week, and clear everything.

And if the third week is opened, Jason will not remember these things, and it doesn't count that he killed himself, and the integrity of his soul can be preserved.Seriously, he still hurts so much, hurry up, please.

However, Jason just gave him a deep look, didn't say anything, took his laptop, went to another room, and stopped talking to him.

...Wait, don't run away, are you angry from embarrassment?What about killing people?

Hey, I know the little secret in your heart. I know that you are jealous of that so-and-so. I also know... Please, are you really going to silence me? My hands and feet are broken, it hurts so much.

Mr. J looked at the ceiling in despair, counting the stains on it, and once again called for Batman to descend from the sky in his heart.Even if it's Unrighteous Super and Unrighteous Goddess, just give him a hot line of sight or a sword and it's over.

Then, his eyes moved to the messy table inadvertently, and he didn't know what Mr. Todd was thinking. He actually put a music box in the safe house, an open pink box (pink?!), with cheap plastic inside The surface of the lake was made with an ugly blue color, and an ugly duck stuck to the surface of the lake, with its head slightly lowered.

Normal people buy swan music boxes, right? What the hell is this ugly duck?

Thinking of the music box, Mr. J suddenly remembered that he also had an ugly music box before he traveled through time.It was made by my grandfather when he was very young, using walnut wood in the woods, sawing it off bit by bit, grinding it into various parts, assembling it, and finally painting it.

At that time, the old man was sick and his hands were shaking badly, but he still insisted on finishing the music box, but the shape was not good-looking, the sound was not accurate, and the sound was always out of tune, making other children laugh at him.

Mr. J was still a brat with a lot of self-esteem, so he smashed the box angrily, and refused to play with it anymore.Occasionally, when grandpa asked about it, he said that he accidentally lost it.

It doesn't matter if you lose it, the old man even plans to make another one with the remaining half of the materials.However, when the second music box was halfway done, his condition suddenly deteriorated and he died in the ward within two weeks of being sent to the hospital.

After attending the funeral, Mr. J went to the basement and saw half-polished walnut boards on the handmade table.Crying out of breath, Xiongzi retrieved the broken music box. He is a handicraft scumbag and couldn't repair the music playing function of the box, so he had to glue the cracks with tape.

Of course, when he got rich later, he could find a craftsman to repair the music box, but some things could be repaired, and some would never come back.If those things don't come back, what does it matter whether the music box plays music or not?

Probably because he remembered the past before time travel, or recalled the death of a loved one, or was simply wronged. After thinking about it, Mr. J asked himself, how could he be so unlucky!

Why is he allergic to peanut butter?

Why can't he go to heaven, so he has to play this hot chicken game?

Why, why didn't Batman come to save him! !

Mr. J felt sad, so he just cried so hard that he couldn't make a sound, and his deep sadness surged out.Probably because he was howling too sadly, desperately and loudly, and directly yelled out the red hood in the next room.

"What are you arguing about... Fuck."

It was the first time he saw the clown crying like he was out of breath. Jason touched his forehead subconsciously to make sure that he didn't have a fever, he didn't get the scarecrow's potion, and he didn't touch the pollen from Poison Ivy.

So, the clown is really crying?Is it the end of the world?

Mr. J cried very earnestly and devotedly, and he was a little hysterical. To the outside world, he had an ostrich-like attitude of "I don't listen, I don't listen, please let me cry as much as I want".

So, when Red Hood knelt down to look at him, Mr. J continued to immerse himself in the sea of ​​tears and ignored him.

"No, why are you crying?" Red Hood said angrily.

Mr. J continued to cry himself.

In a way, Jason was a little scared, and he was not a fool.He could tell that something was wrong with the clown, but the clown was always scheming and he couldn't believe it.

But even if the clown wants to play tricks, he shouldn't cry like a two-hundred-pound fool.

If...he meant, in case there was a possibility...if, the other party is really not a clown?Jason didn't like to think about this situation, because it would be tantamount to him hurting another innocent person for no reason.

He is no longer a hero, and he will not be reduced to being a scum.

"Don't cry, my brain hurts." Jason sighed, "Okay, tell me, what do you want?"

Mr. J: ...I don't want anything, I just want to cry.

Probably the white powder was mixed with tears, which caused the effect of not removing makeup completely. Jason turned and went to the toilet, wet a towel, and wiped his face when he came back. This handful of tears and snot was really terrible. up.

Most of the powder was wiped off, revealing the pockmarked skin and the scar around the corner of the mouth.

Jason didn't say anything. He had also heard rumors about the origin of the clown. It was said that these potholes were caused by chemicals.He was pushed into the pond of the chemical plant, so even his brain was broken.

It's poor, it looks even more pitiful now.

It's just...why is it that he was the one who died, yet he acted like he was a conscienceless bastard?

Otherwise, just give him some medicine. Although he won't recover instantly, he will feel better after taking the medicine.But that's all, he is still wary of the clown, what if this is a performance with great acting skills?

You still have to be tied, and the devil can only be the devil.

Jason dug out his medical bag and gave the unlucky man in front of him medicine.Sometimes, when he strikes hard, this guy still screams like hell.Hey, he shouldn't be so squeamish, he just used a needle to sew up his broken stomach without yelling.

"I'm going to die, woo woo woo." Mr. J burst into tears from the pain, extremely aggrieved.

"Shut up, you won't die!" the person who applied the medicine yelled angrily.

Mr. J stopped abruptly, but the tears were still rolling in his eyes, unable to fall.If it was a beauty making this expression, I would feel pity for it, but with the painted face of a clown, there are only hot eyes left.

Red Hood wanted to smash his head against the door, which god did he offend, and was cursed to such an extent?

Killed by the clown, he admitted.

Abandoned by Batman, he also admitted.

Why does he still have to face a clown who looks at you wrongedly now!

At this time, Jason even misses the mental pollution of the clown "hahaha". Seriously, a hahaha clown is better than a clown whispering in your ear, right?

"I'm so hungry." The humming clown said he was hungry.

"I think the nutrient solution is good." Jason said as indifferently as possible.

But the nutrient solution is not very hungry, only something in the stomach will make you feel comfortable, and you didn’t tell me to tell me everything I want? Mr. J glared at Red Hood, who stared back unwillingly.

Impossible, don't even think about it, he will never cook for the clown, it is impossible in this life.Even if I, Red Hood, jumped off the Wayne Building and died here, I wouldn't cook for you!And how do you eat?Do you still want me to feed?

So, after Mr. J turned his head, he continued humming.

"...what to eat?" "Pasta."

Standing in front of the pot, watching the ketchup bubbling in it, and remembering to stir it from time to time to avoid sticking to the bottom, Jason's gun holster was still on his waist, he really didn't understand how he could In a few hours, he lost his armor and armor to this extent?

This clown is poisonous.

No, he is not like the clown back then, the lunatic who laughed and beat him to death while singing and dancing. From those crazy eyebrows and eyes, with a look of indifference to everything in the world, it is like a pure dark abyss.

And the one in front of him, even though his whole body is full of magic.But those eyes are full of rich human emotions, fear, anger, despair, grievance, tenderness... hellish tenderness.He could actually see tenderness in the clown's eyes.

Either he went blind when he got out of the pool, or the guy wasn't a clown at all.

Jason is probably a Batman. Apart from Alfred, he is the only one who can point out his cooking talent and the only one who can't fry the kitchen.He likes to cook, because when cooking, as the ingredients gradually become delicious, he will feel a lot more peaceful.

When he brought out the pasta, the whole safe house was filled with an aroma.

I can't tell that Mr. Todd's craftsmanship is really good. The pasta is cooked to a moderate hardness, with chewy elasticity, the sauce is rich and has a light milky taste, and the spices are used to enhance the freshness, so as not to be too greasy, sour and sweet Sweet and appetizing.

It would have been better if Mr. Todd hadn't been looking at him viciously and trying to stuff noodles up his nose.

The effect of the medicine slowly played a calming effect, and after the stomach was full, I felt warm and sleepy.Ignoring the immobility of hands and feet, it is more comfortable than Arkham Cell. The most important thing is that someone is with you, even though the other party wants to kill you.

A man was lonely in Arkham, and he really wanted someone to talk to, even if it was a irascible Mr. Todd.Well, Mr. Todd's heart is much softer than he shows.

Obviously a good boy...

Mr. J curled up in a corner, and slowly fell asleep with the effect of the medicine, with a calm and satisfied expression.