[Comprehensive] Clown training game

"...leave him, you deserve better."

"I will help you."

If there is anything more frustrating than meeting Bruce Wayne by chance, but not being able to ask him for help, it is probably just coming home with a soda, and hearing that bastard Henry Joel tearing down his own corner and urging his wife to divorce him .

The moment he heard the gangster speak, Mr. J wanted to wring his head off.

But this does not fit Mr. J's current cowardly persona, so he took a deep breath with a ferocious expression, pushed the door and walked in, opened the soda, and pushed it in front of Henry Joel.

He will not blame his beloved Lucy, so all mistakes are Henry Joel's fault, and he will not let him go.

Probably also aware of the embarrassment of prying corners in other people's houses, Joel didn't stay long before leaving.Based on the principle of not wasting, Mr. J poured the can of untouched soda into his stomach, and let his brain calm down a bit.

The cold liquid flowed into the throat, temporarily sealing all the bitterness. Mr. J wiped his lips casually, and then he turned his head and asked calmly, "Lucy, is there enough milk? I'll buy it for you."

"What's the matter with you and that person? He doesn't look like a good person." Lucy said, holding her stomach and frowning.

What else could be going on, Napier killed the gangsters, if it wasn't because of the mandatory system to complete "Chemical Plant Night", he would definitely get rid of these bastards directly: "Lucy, don't worry, I won't Let you have something to do."

Bear with me, my dear, bear with me, Lucy, the job will be done soon.

Lucy was still babbling—

"Don't worry? How can I not worry?!" "Jack, did I stop you when you pursued your dreams?" "Because I always love you." "Associating with that kind of person will kill you." For the whole family."

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"Jack, let's get a divorce. I'm really scared. I don't want to be scared forever."

Mr. J never expected that Lucy would directly propose a divorce to him.He looked as if he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all. Then, he slowly recalled it, and his face suddenly changed.

divorce?He thought of the words he heard behind the door before, and blood red appeared in front of his eyes.

Lucy wants a divorce, is it because of that Joel?No, it's impossible, they didn't know each other at all, how could it be for that man on the first day they met... No, how could his Lucy leave him.

"I don't agree." He said word by word.

The burning fire in front of my eyes appeared again, like an illusion, but also as if it had existed in real life. Mr. J clenched his hand tightly to control the sudden surge of negative emotions, calm down, he almost bit his lip, calm down, you can't hurt Lucy.

Probably Mr. J's face was too frightening, the poor pregnant woman was a little frightened, and there were tears on her face.The tears dripping down the other party's cheeks seemed to pour into Mr. J's heart, with sourness, pain, remorse, and boundless hatred.

Mr. J hugged his head, almost pleading: "No, don't leave me, I'm sorry, Lucy, it's all my fault, this is the last time, please..."

The fear on Lucy's face was replaced by coldness, her chest heaved violently, and she was very emotional.And Mr. J could only watch the other party turn around and walk into the bedroom, and locked himself up. He wanted to rush up to hug her, but he didn't have time to touch the corner of her clothes.

"I hate you, Jack!"

These words pierced Mr. J's heart like a knife. He never thought that one day, these words would come out of Lucy's mouth.His Lucy, the person he loved the most in his life, even said he hated him.

At that moment, Mr. J even blurred the difference between himself and Jack Napier, as if he was Napier.And after Lucy married him, she did endure so much pain.

Why did the world treat him like this?

He leaned against the door, feeling his head start to stab again. His hands were convulsively digging at the paint on the door panel, but he didn't dare to force his way in. He was afraid that his appearance would frighten his wife and children.

He curled up at the door, like a battered cub, or a helpless and desperate baby.He wanted to warm up his shivering body from the cold by rolling himself up.

Mr. J moved his lips and said slowly: "Okay, I get it, Lucy, I'm going to turn them down now, and I will never associate with them again. You... don't be afraid."

If he doesn't do this task, he will just leave when his soul flies away.

Even if this Lucy might be fake, even if this sentence was directed at Napier.But for the tormented Mr. J, seeing the other party put his girlfriend's face in the face and say these unfeeling words, he would rather die.

Maybe he deserved to die long ago, on the first day of crossing, so as not to suffer from everything after this day.

He is willing to die for Lucy, even if it is only Lucy's phantom.

He's had enough.

The result of communicating with the gangsters was more or less within Mr. J's expectation.

Quit if you say quit, if everyone is like this, how can the Gotham gang gain a foothold in the road?Therefore, Mr. J was not surprised at all that he couldn't quit the job. He even thought about it on his own accord. If the other party forced him, he would directly violate the human assumption.

It was death anyway, and he couldn't let Lucy down anymore.

Even this group of scumbags threatened him with Lucy and the child, Mr. J guessed it, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

However, the smile froze on his face instantly when he saw what the other party took out.

A red hood, so familiar.

Red Hood...Jason...Joker.

That's it, that's it!A sense of absurdity arises spontaneously from my heart. It turns out that I am still a clown after going around! Mr. J looked at the red barrel blocking his view, and even wanted to laugh out loud.

He opened his mouth silently, but his eyes became colder and colder.

He didn't resist any more, and was dragged to the chemical plant. Everything went well until Batman appeared.And Mr. J didn't pay attention to everything around him, his eyes were bright red, he couldn't see the road in front of him clearly, he could only stumble and walk along the sound.

Then, he was pushed from mid-air, and the red hood fell into the chemical barrel below.

But he was caught. Mr. J looked up and saw Henry Joel's familiar face above his head, holding his hand tightly, with a guilty expression on his face.

What he said before, a lamb strayed into the wild dogs, but the hypocrisy of the other party is so ironic, isn't it Henry Joel who pushed him down?

Joel wanted to kill himself a long time ago, for Lucy?

How did Batman know they were moving, who could say but Joel?

From the very beginning, didn't they choose themselves as the lamb to die for?

Isn't Jack Napier the Joker who was meant to be?Everything was the same as Arthur's time, the system let him experience the origin of the clown, r drove him crazy step by step, hahaha, this time even added the role of Lucy.

He raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically, that's good, he doesn't want to live anyway, so he might as well have a big one.So, when Henry pulled him up, Mr. J raised the corner of his mouth and smiled strangely: "Thank you."

The next moment, he whispered "I'm sorry" in Henry Joel's ear, and then pushed him down violently.

He then looked defiantly at mid-air, as if to question the system.Come on, I won't jump into the chemical pool, I won't be a clown, I'll push others down, you let Henry Joel be a clown!

I just ruined Napier's character, come on, declare my failure, kill me!

But at this moment, the system seemed to be playing dead, not moving, not even making a sound. Mr. J sneered, and then he heard the light and almost inaudible sound of a cloak behind him. He realized something, and the smile on his face also subsided.

Mr. J turned slowly, facing the too young Batman.

Bruce's eyes were full of vigilance and disgust. After all, he had just seen Mr. J push a man who had saved him into the chemical pool, and he didn't even have time to react to save him.

Is this the Red Hood?It seemed a bit wrong, but no matter what, it was right for this person to commit murder in front of his eyes. Based on this alone, the other party should be brought to justice.

"Batman." Mr. J's throat was dry, and his brain was tossed to the point of confusion. He even looked at the dark knight in front of him with pleading eyes, but he couldn't get a response from the other party, "Help me, Bruce."

He murmured, but the "Bruce" made the young Batman's pupils shrink violently. It's impossible. How did the other party know his identity?The hairs all over Batman's body were about to explode. He took a sudden step forward, grabbed Mr. J by the collar and lifted it up.

"What did you say……"

"Help me, take me out of here, I can't control it anymore." Mr. J said nonsense in a daze, the young Batman naturally couldn't understand, he frowned, and wanted to drag him back for interrogation.

And the reinforcements of the gangsters finally arrived, and the group shot without hesitation when they saw Batman exposed to the light.Early Bat armors were bulky and had poor bulletproofing.

Batman had to sideways to avoid, and tried to drag Mr. J in. He tried to intimidate the other party just now, and he used the old method of holding him in the air to threaten him, and he couldn't care less at the moment.

However, I don't know if the bullet had eyes, or it was a rare coincidence in a thousand years, but one of them could barely penetrate the piece of fabric on Mr. J's collar that Batman was carrying, and the tearing sound immediately sounded——

Batman felt bad, so he quickly stretched out his other hand to pull it, and there was another gunshot. He was only a beat slower, and then watched as Mr. J was shot twice first, and blood spattered on his shoulder and abdomen. A dark red flower appeared, and then, with a surprised and bewildered expression, the other party slipped from his hand and fell straight into the chemical pool.

Plop, the pool was splashed with huge water splashes when the human body fell into it.

Batman didn't even have time to check, so he had to release the hook gun and fly around from another angle, focusing on dealing with the group of gangsters who came to support.

He didn't see the hand protruding from the pool, pale and mottled, each finger convulsed and twisted like a dead wood eagle's claw.

He also didn't realize that when he leaned over, in Mr. J's eyes, it was Batman with his head down, watching him fall into hell.

The system used the cruelest coincidence to let Batman be the driving force behind Mr. J's transformation into a clown. Mr. J asked Bruce for help in such despair and pain, but the next moment, he fell from Bruce's hands into the chemical pool.

Like a huge ridiculous joke.

However, even when Mr. J was submerged in the pool, he still did not hear the sound of the system prompting "mission completed".