[Comprehensive] Clown training game

Throwing away Master Wayne?In case someone picks him up and kills him, his Jason can strangle him to death.

Don't throw Master Wayne?If he recovers and turns into a big bat, he and his teammates will be the ones who will be unlucky.

Seeing the man with the gun approaching step by step, Mr. J sighed, stepped on the accelerator and walked away. There was the sound of bullets grating against the metal of the car behind him. Halle laughed beside him, and stretched out to give The double-faced man gave a middle finger.

Driven by the crazy speed of the car, Bruce's body swayed, hitting the wound with precision every time.

Groove, he almost thought the clown did it on purpose.

The clown also has a safe house in Gotham, Mr. J naturally doesn't know, but Harley knows the way.It's just that the clown's taste is very strange, and the safe house he found turned out to be a closed antique toy store.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the gloomy doll looking at him with empty eyes.

"Pudin, are you cold?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"No, I just thought of Annabelle." Mr. J turned the doll around directly, making people face the wall and think about it.

Seeing this, Bruce, who was helped into the room, twitched the corners of his mouth. Nightwing didn't arrive on time, apparently he was entangled by something.Now that the clown has no killing intent, it's not time to reveal his identity and kill him.

Harry tossed the Gotham baby on the couch, not gently.

Mr. J looked at the blood-stained shirt, and he couldn't believe that Batman could not walk with just such a wound.Believe it or not, they really tore his face, but Master Wayne was still able to rub him on the ground with his injuries?

"Don't move, let me take a look." Mr. J lifted his expensive shirt and saw that the wound was still bleeding out. Master Wayne probably wanted to maintain his delicate and expensive personality, and his blue eyes were blindfolded. A thin layer of water mist, as if crying in pain.

No, buzzing is my prerogative, and it really doesn't suit you, Master Bruce.

But he still let the clown girl take the medical kit. He didn't dare to take out the bullets rashly. He could only disinfect and clean it up to temporarily stop the bleeding, and gave him another injection of antibiotics.When the needle pierced his arm, Master Wayne's body tensed for a moment, but he was also sure that it was genuine medical medicine.

"Hello, dear cub." Mr. J called Jason, who seemed to be fighting someone, and it was not easy for him to find time to answer the phone.

"What's the matter with you, is something wrong?" The opponent's strength is not weak, so that Jason is a little panting.

You know, under the training of the Devil Snow Mountain by Master Gu Yi, there are very few people who can push this child to this point.

"It's like this, your father was shot, and it's here with me." Mr. J said succinctly.

"...Trough, let me tell you, something happened to the bat, no wonder Grayson is biting like a mad dog."

"Pay attention to language, we must be civilized and good children."

"Wait, send me a location, I'll teleport away that crazy bird."

When the red hood teleported over from the tunnel, Mr. J could still see the blue-clothed youth on the other side of the tunnel who tried his best to rush over, holding something like a nunchaku in his hand, um, this is taikotatsu person?

Bruce, who was lying on the sofa, shrank his pupils when he saw the magic teleportation, but nothing showed on his face.

"Well, plans can't keep up with changes," Red Hood muttered.

Mr. J also recognized this point. He looked at the happy Harley and thought of a reason to spend people, knowing that the fewer people who really want to, the safer it is, not to mention what if his teammates know that his "pudding" has changed his personality , still have to crash?

Jason took off the red hood, revealing the same rebellious face that had grown up a lot, but was still the same as before.He looked at his father on the sofa, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Hi, Bruce."

The tear-jerking, touching father-son recognition link?That's definitely not the case.

In fact, Bruce's expression froze on the spot. He naturally knew that Jason calling his name in person obviously meant to reveal his identity completely.In other words, the clown already knew who he was, and the previous cover-up seemed like a joke.

Of course, he has also considered this possibility, but under uncertain circumstances, he can only continue to act.And now, play a ghost!There are three people present, each best actor!

"Joker," he said quietly.

"He's not a clown." Jason snapped back, interrupting what Bruce was about to say.

The so-called bluster and then decline, when Bruce wanted to negotiate with the clown again, his momentum inexplicably weakened: "What do you want?"

"Can I poke your face?" Mr. J said sincerely.

Bruce: ...

Jason:? ? ?

"Forget it if you don't poke it." Mr. J pouted, thinking of the dimpled little Bruce he knew in Arthur's world.Although it was carved out of the same mold as the man in front of him, the dimples are gone, which is a pity.

The dimples are so cute. It must be because Mr. Wayne doesn't smile often, so the dimples have degenerated.

"Then when you put on the bat suit, can I poke your cat ears?" Mr. J asked sincerely again.

Bruce was silent for a long time, then said, "...that's not cat ears." Have you ever seen a bat with cat ears?

"Oh." Mr. J said slowly, and said with some evil intentions: "By the way, do you want painkillers? Just now you looked like you were crying in pain, don't hold on, just cry if you want to cry."

I can't leave Jason with a "monster" father image alone!

Bruce: ...Can I hit him?It's ok, anyway, the clown deserves a beating.

After that, Jason tried to persuade Bruce that this clown was not that clown, and Batman's eyes were clear, "Have you been brainwashed by the clown, I don't believe these nonsense", Mr. J was peeling bananas beside him While eating, watching the two gradually turn from arguing to quarreling within 10 minutes, Jason was so angry that he kicked over a wooden tumbler.

Hey, this is my safe house, don't demolish my house!

And how did you develop this kind of father-son relationship that "if you don't agree with three sentences, you can pinch them up"?

"Believe it or not." Mr. J finally interjected, threw away the banana peel, clapped his hands and said, "Harry came out, I'm going to take her out of Gotham, she won't come back, and you won't Don't worry."

Leaving Gotham?never come back?

Bruce narrowed his eyes. If the other party really wanted to go far away, then he could be sure that this was not a clown.Because the Joker is a monster born in Gotham, and they will never leave this land.

But if the clown is just talking about it, but in fact he will kill him after a circle, it is better to keep it under his nose and rest assured.

"You think you can get away?" he whispered.

Mr. J raised his eyebrows, and the next moment, he took Jason's hand and whispered, "He threatened me."

Jason was on fire, rubbed his hair, and said to Bruce: "Can you stop scaring him?" His ear hurts, "Seriously, Bruce, can you believe what I say once! For whatever sake, I almost died once, and you still treat me like a kid who doesn't understand anything!"

"Need I explain, the reason why you almost died was that the culprit was behind you, and you are listening to everything he said like a demon?" Bruce's voice also raised an octave, and he covered the wound , but it did not affect his momentum in the slightest.

"And who the hell is listening to unreliable sources of information and falling into the trap of the clown, especially since I have repeatedly ordered you to stay at home."

"Stop ordering me, I'm not Robin anymore!" That's right, he's Red Hood now.

"Get out of the way, the Joker must go back to Arkham."

"Then, when will he escape from prison again? Besides, I said he's not a clown, Mr. J has nothing to do with these shitty things, can't you just let him leave Gotham?"

"Are you so sure he's not lying to you and sneaking back? I said, get out of the way!"

"If you want to move him, pass me first."

The father and son fought against each other again and quarreled, and Mr. J who was squeezed in the middle seemed to feel that he was an "ugly face".