Schizophrenia

"Knock knock, is anyone home?" Jacob covered his head, awakened by the sound of knocking on the glass.The headache from yesterday hasn't subsided, and he stayed up late working and correcting documents for more than ten hours, his head and ears were buzzing, "Little cutie, get up quickly, Dad is outside your window now~"

"Shut up, Dad!" Pulling out the pillow, he threw it towards the glass window. Jacob has been feeling irritable these days, feeling that something is missing in his life.It must be Catwoman's fault. If she hadn't suddenly appeared in front of him, he wouldn't have dreamed about the past every night, which made him a little manic.

"Shut me up? Well I'll shut up, son~" With a relaxed and happy voice, Jacob suddenly noticed something was wrong.Wait a minute, why did I subconsciously call him dad just now? The point is that you shameless Napier actually agreed, bastard... huh?

Knock on the glass?

Turning over and looking at the opposite side of the glass, the clown really stood on the platform: "You have escaped." No surprise, "Okay, very good, goodbye, I don't want to see you in the short term." Waving goodbye, " Goodbye my friend, goodbye my friend, bye bye bye bye bye bye..."

He turned over again and covered himself with the quilt, curling up in a ball under the quilt.Recently, his headaches have become more and more severe, and he doesn't know what the sequelae are.Did the League of Assassins do something to him again?But the two people used each other before, but I always feel that something is missing in life.

"You really don't want to play happily with your little friends?" Napier squatted on the window sill, "I also specially brought the opposite sex to add some fun to our games. Very beautiful blonde women, I remember you like blondes Right, oh yes, that's how Dad knows..." Dodging to the left, dodging the smashed glass vase.

"Speaking of which, I've been curious for a long time. Are you rich? Son?"

"Shut up! Dad."

……

"Speaking of which, what's going on with you recently?" After blasting off the photo sticker of the current mayor of Gotham City hanging at the gate of the government, Napier turned his head with a bazooka and asked Jacob who was following him, "It's not normal. ,son."

"If you take advantage of me here again, I'll execute you now." Jacob also noticed that his temper had become more and more irritable recently, as if something very important was missing in his life, but he couldn't even think about it. stand up.This kind of detached thing made it difficult for him to concentrate on doing one thing, and then fell into a new manic, endless loop.

The clown didn't care about his friend's inexplicable emotions at all: "What's the matter, you haven't been keen on making trouble for our children lately?" The clown is actually very sensitive, he always knows when to say something to make people angry with him But just stepped on the bottom line so as not to kill him.

"I just feel that something is wrong, as if something is missing in my life." Jacob turned his head and looked at the city hall bombarded by the clown, "Speaking of which, what are you doing to make trouble with the newly appointed little agent." Speaking of the mayor of Gotham It was simply cursed. After the first one was pulled down by the clown, the second one was exposed by himself and had to step down, and the third one died at the hands of others. This is the fourth unlucky one. It won't last long.

"Because I suddenly want to taste what it's like to be a hero," the clown cheered, "Let's cheer for the hero, Jack Napier, warriors." He raised his hands, and Jacob was silent, "Seriously , cutie, you have been really abnormal recently, for example, you should cheer with me now..."

"Oh, Napier is the greatest Gotham circus master!" The clown stood on the empty, burning street, responding to the sound of a car that exploded after him.

"Joker!" Batman descended from the sky, his voice filled with irrepressible anger.

The magician snorted, looked at Robin who was greeting him, and put away the mobile phone that was editing text messages: "It's too slow." The magician who was pulled out in the middle of the night was not in a particularly good mood, so he walked smoothly when he left. Pulled on the phone to inform Batman.

It's too slow, the speed should be increased.

"Hey, you little traitor!" The clown instantly got why Batman came so fast this time, "Dad is so sad, my precious son has 360 five days a year to fight with me."

"I'm so sorry, father." The magician looked at the clown mockingly, "Speaking of which, I'm five years old. Dad, why have you been ten centimeters shorter than me since I was born?" The magician and the clown only met each other. five years.

"Oh, son, don't be like this, Dad, my heart hurts." Clutching the right side, "The kind that beats 1 times a minute."

"Why don't you kick your legs so fast that you can't catch your breath?"

"Because Dad, I cry every time I think of you being alone, my dear." The clown followed the magician's step backwards and moved forward at the same time. The two bickered and left Batman and Robin behind. Side: "In this world where there are only seven days in the week..."

"Seven days is not enough for you to breathe, is 168 hours enough." The magician continued to step back slowly.

"168 hours is not enough for me to miss you, I can't wait to miss you every 10080 minutes." The clown pressed on step by step.

"Thanks, 604800 seconds a week I want you to fuck off." Back off.

"Honey you know you love me like you need me like you need oxygen." Go ahead.

Robin tugged on Batman's cloak: "I think you should send them to the Institute of Mathematics instead of a psychiatrist. I pressed the calculator to keep up with their calculations." Jacob's mobile phone, "To be honest, I am like you all the time, I want you to go away all the time, is it so miserable."

"Then I'm going to die now."

"go to hell."

The magician stopped, pointed to the bottom of his own feet, and then pointed to the bottom of the clown's feet.Just when the clown lowered his head to watch, the manhole cover under his feet shot up into the sky, directly supporting the clown, and flew into the sky with his insolent and raging laughter.

Putting his palms above his eyes and looking up, the magician watched the clown's manhole cover fall freely due to the loss of thrust, and whistled, feeling much better: "I knew you've always been very scientific, clown." He waved his hand in the direction where the clown disappeared, "Science will remember your contribution to him."

Robin was stunned by the development tense in front of him: "I think, I probably understand what it means to 'come, hurt each other'..."

The author has something to say:

Only after I wrote the article did I realize that when the author first wrote the column, the sentence that popped out of his head: "Writing like a stray dog ​​bites where it counts" did not appear suddenly at all, but a precise and rare intuitive description The traits of the author. . .

It really counts where you bite, Xiaojun, you reminded the author, you just remembered to read the outline you wrote before, and found that the anus has already prolapsed... Wait for the input method, are you swollen... Obviously the one hundred chapters in the plan are not finished The League of Justice is over.

As a result, half of the outline has not been written yet... (bye manual)