[Comprehensive] Clown training game

Mr. J passed out and had visions of Batman before he passed out.

A certain straight man deeply felt that he must love his girlfriend so much that the DC character that his girlfriend loved deeply also took root in his heart.But even though there are sets of DC comic books piled up at home, a certain Wall Street elite doesn't bother to read them.

Do kids read comic books, and kids and women like Batman?

How can an elite and straight man like him be so immersed in Two-dimensional like a chick?

Of course, he didn't have the guts to say this to Lucy.Although they are not yet married, strict control of the wife is already a certainty.Well, the matter got farther. Mr. J didn't know that after he passed out, everyone tried to ask Nigma and the artificial intelligence system for help, but there was no response from the other end.

A group of people were trapped in a secret room that they couldn't get out of. They didn't have any electronic products. Damn it, let alone a mobile phone, they didn't even issue a flashlight, and there were solid walls all around. Man has an ax, he can't do anything, can he smash it out within a few minutes?

What the hell is Nygma doing?

There is no real-time monitoring, what if something happens to the tourists in his back room, or a disease attack like Mr. J?

However, the matter has come to this point, and everyone has nothing to do except to be anxious. Fortunately, the second secret room "Destruction" has been cleared, and they returned to the comfortable, spacious and bright center room again.Bateman carried him onto the sofa, and Harry took the ice cubes from the cold water bottle, wrapped them in his own scarf, and gently pressed Mr. J's forehead.

"At least the breathing is still stable." Lawton said calmly, "The heartbeat is also normal."

"Nigma's secret room will not be opened automatically until all of it is unlocked." Ivy sighed deeply, "I can't contact the administrator now, but fortunately his condition is fine, so it's better to leave someone to take care of him." He, let's try to clear the level first."

In the case of losing contact with the outside world, this is the only way to leave the secret room.

God knows how long it will take for people outside to find them missing, and then call the police to find someone?No one knows when Nygma will return. Mr. J can't afford to wait, if something bad happens, everyone here will feel guilty for the rest of his life.Who would have thought that going out to play would cause death.

Originally, I planned to leave Harley to take care of Mr. J. After all, girls are more careful, and Harley also likes this Wall Street boy (of course, she will not tell her husband that she feels kind and dependent when she sees Mr. J) feel.)

But Ivy gave her girlfriend a wink: Comeon, can't you see that the gay men are gay?

Harley was defeated, and silently put the scarf wrapped in ice cubes into the hands of the bewildered Bateman, and said firmly, "Then I'll leave it to you!"

No, wait... Did you guys misunderstand something too?

So what, you left him and me in the central room, are you really not afraid to see Mr. J's mutilated body when you come back?

However, the crowd couldn't hear Bateman's cry of inner collapse. With a wave of their sleeves, they stepped into the third secret room "Twisted".Bateman also stood at the door and took a look. It was also a gloomy background, and it looked like the internal structure of a prison.

He didn't really like playing escape rooms, and this secret room always aroused his desire for bloody killings.

Mr. J was still in a coma that didn't know who he was, so that when Bateman gently pressed the bread knife to his throat, he was thinking that if he pressed it so deeply, would the person in front of him be sprayed with blood? , his eyes widened in shock, and he looked at him silently and desperately... Or, he was still in a coma, with only the sound of struggling to survive from his throat.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that Mr. J woke up without Bateman noticing.

When Mr. J woke up, he felt a chill on his neck, well, a cool neck, at least much better than a cool butt... What a fart!He widened his eyes in shock, Bateman really is a pervert!Where did anyone else go?

Is the bastard going to kill him with a bread knife?

Come on, the bread knife is not easy to use at all, it takes a lot of strength to kill people, and it must be cut very precisely... Wait, why does he know this weird thing?

However, Mr. J still burst out with a strong desire to survive, and he grabbed Bateman's wrist suddenly.

The eyes of the two met in the air——

Bateman no longer concealed his morbidity, deep madness and excitement in those dark blue eyes, and strong malice in his handsome eyebrows.His strength was incomparable, and Mr. J was in a stalemate with a knife.He even licked his pale lips with some unspeakable bloodlust.

Damn, pervert!

But Mr. J didn't feel scared, and even a strong interest arose deep in his heart, and that feeling flowed through his blood again, so that he didn't retreat but advanced, the other hand held the blade, and pushed forward, The distance between the two of them was so close that they could even spray their breath on their faces.

"Well, well, well, you are really amazing." Mr. J clicked his tongue and smiled, "This kind of temperament is in line with your face."

A voice in his heart seemed to be extremely satisfied with Bateman's performance, as if he had always longed to stain this face with madness.But there was another small voice, faint but never giving up. It seemed like a thin needle, poking a certain nerve, shouting with all its strength, "This is not him, he will never be like this".

"I knew you were such a person." Bateman was very happy, he probably felt that Mr. J had revealed his true nature, "You are the same as me, in essence, why should you avoid And me?"

"Because I'm not gay?" Mr. J pressed in a low voice.

Bateman: ...Damn it, is there an end to this topic?

Probably because a certain nerve has been poked and poked, it will be less sensitive, and it will even give up on itself.What's more, Bateman is a pervert, don't guess the brain circuit of a madman!

So, a certain psychopath squinted his eyes, whispered some kind of threat, and said in a deep voice: "You have to know that there is not much difference between killing and fucking people."

For lunatics, sex is just a way to vent violence and assert control, not a way for ordinary people to enjoy themselves and seek emotional connections.What's more, Bateman's favorite person is himself, and his orientation is female, which is probably just a habit and education since he was a child.

"So, are you going to kill me or..."

The rest of the sound ends in an unexpected kiss, if lip biting is what you call a kiss.

Bateman has a feeling of self-defeating, not so much expressing emotion as a provocative threat to Mr. J.

Didn't you say that I have a crush on you every day?Don't you put "gay in gay" on your lips every day?Call you so cheap!Now let me see what nonsense you have to say now!The above is probably the true and capricious psychological portrayal of Bateman.

Like chewing beef, the teeth tore apart the soft lips, blood flowed out, revealing the red meat.

However, Mr. J was in pain, feeling the cries of madness boiling in his blood.

The bread knife had long been thrown to the ground, and the two seemed to be fighting. In fact, they were mainly fighting.Bateman strangled him directly, while Mr. J kicked him in the stomach without showing any weakness. In the end, Mr. J lost a tooth, and Bateman's eyes were like pandas.

Well, no one has benefited.

Mr. J spat out a mouthful of blood, then pulled the person over violently, gnawed on his soft lips, and cursed: "Kiss, kiss, kiss your size!"

Although rationally urging Mr. J to knock the pervert unconscious and tie him up, and finally find a way to hand it over to the police, he has long been unable to control the clown's madness and his irresistible obsession with Batman.

As if it should be like this between them, life and death face each other, but they are entangled to death.

They are the lights and shadows of Gotham, good and evil, protection and destruction.

Batman isn't complete without the Joker, and the Joker doesn't exist without Batman.

The relationship between them is too superficial with love and hate, and it is completely unable to express the relationship between two people.One with two sides?No, no, it's too pretentious to say that... But, who cares?The essence of madness is nothing more than that, and it doesn't even need any reason.

Even if they have different personalities, meet in different worlds and in different plots, such as Mr. J, a good citizen of Wall Street, and Bateman, a perverted murderer, they even reverse each other's personalities and identities, but that mysterious Attraction will still make them fight each other but they cannot be separated.

Batman has always reserved a place for himself in Arkham, and the Joker has always been waiting for that day to come.

You are my worst enemy... and people's worst enemy... will always be themselves.

When the hard-working Mr. and Mrs. Lawton and Dr. Ivy walked in, they saw two men in disheveled clothes, kissing with blood on their mouths, and there were pastries and biscuits scattered all over the ground because of the fierce fighting. Not far away There was also a bread knife.

"So, did they fight, or did they 'fight'?" Halle asked her husband, Lawton, beside her.

Lawton grabbed his wife's mouth and stepped aside silently.

And Ivy rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, ha, what was she talking about, these two dead gays.

Mr. J and Bateman immediately pushed each other away. At this moment, Mr. J realized that a small part of his lip was torn, and it hurt even to touch it.I'll fuck you, that's what it feels like to cut the corner of your mouth open with a knife, are you eating it like a sausage?

And Bateman also covered his eyes and didn't speak, but what was even more frightening was that Mr. J had already realized his identity as a murderer, and the other party could report him to everyone.And he killed so many people, to be honest, it was really not so clean that they could not be found at all.

The FBI is not just for nothing. The reason why no one found out before was because the people who died were all the lowest-level women standing on the street.That kind of woman doesn't even have an identity, many of them escaped from their hometowns, their names are all fake names, they never pay taxes, they don't have any true friends, let alone loved ones.

Who would really care about their life or death, even if they disappeared, no one would call the police.

But if Mr. J calls the police... Bateman narrowed his eyes.

"What's going on?" Lawton asked in a low voice.

Bateman tensed his body, and then he heard Mr. J reply calmly: "It's nothing, just like you saw, it's just a couple quarreling."