Schizophrenia

... As the article is written here, I feel that it is a miracle that Batman and a magician can fall in love! ! !

I can't control the direction of the plot anymore, I'm playing off...

Originally thought that Bruce liked the little angel Jacob, but he thought that the little angel Jacob and the magician had a love relationship that had to be said.The magician likes the dark knight Batman, but he thinks the dark knight has a crush on Bruce for a long time and they are still a couple.

Later, Bruce knew that the little angel was a magician. He was very entangled, but he overcame his psychological problems and decided to be together.But Little Angel has a cognitive impairment and always thinks that Batman is Batman and Bruce is Bruce, they are not the same.As a result, the two had conflicts in their views on love.

Then the article was written here, and I found that there was no way to write about it! ! !The plot has gone ooooooo anal! ! !

I can't pull it back, and I'm tired...

Now I want to list the rest of the plot outline, and let you complete the full text by yourself...

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All cities are crazy, but gorgeously crazy.

All cities are beautiful, but grimly beautiful.

C. Da Morley

————————— five hours ago ——————————

The sound of heels hitting the ground echoed in the dark corridor.The voice was fast and slow stepping on the beat, as if dancing ballroom dancing, changing back and forth.

Arkham's night is always eerily silent.

"Joker~" There was a knock on the door, "Is it convenient to receive guests?"

"No." The other side of the door thought of a serious response, "Our love has ended."

"You are so cruel," the magician let out a chuckle, "I left the key for you, remember to go out~" He said so, tied the string he had been holding in his hand to the doorknob, and then Tied a beautiful bow.Put the card you wrote on the top, and walk to the corridor on the left with brisk dance steps.

A magician never does things without a purpose. He twirled the cane in his hand, hummed a little tune, and walked slowly in the corridors of Arkham.He greeted the monitor, saluted the prisoner who spotted him and yelled at him, and walked to his final destination, the room of the Two-Face Man.

Then, he took away the scarecrow's latest invention.

"Dear Mr. Prosecutor," the magician raised his hat, revealing the silver-white mask under the tall hat, "are you interested in participating in stamp collecting activities with me?"

—————————— Four hours ago——————————

"Missing?" Batman stared at Ah Fu with wide eyes, "What is collective disappearance?"

"It's like what you heard, sir." Alfred's voice was always unhurried, "The people you marked with red marks, and those with white marks are all missing." Stains are exploitable, while white markers are upright and in need of protection.

"How is it possible, hundreds of people from both sides, you tell me that they disappeared collectively in just one hour?" Batman drove the Batmobile very fast, and rushed to Wayne Manor, "Is there any change in Arkham?" He frowned as he weaved the Batmobile through traffic.

"Yes," Alfred looked at the Batman icon projected on the black sky of Gotham not far away, "it's going to rain."

————————— three hours ago——————————

"I think I'm such a genius, Ansang."

—————————Two hours ago——————————

"Good evening, Alfred." He took off his dew-stained coat and hung it on a hook beside him.

"Good evening, Master Jacob." Alfred handed over the towel, "It's really raining."

"Indeed, it's a restless night." Jacob smiled, and wiped his rain-stained face, "Ah, you said this, I accidentally scratched it just now." He rubbed his cheek with his index finger "Accidentally played wild in the garden and slipped by a branch."

Having said that, Jacob looked at his muddy shoes: "I'll go back and take a shower, Alfred."

"Of course," Mr. Butler bowed, "Do you need me to prepare dinner for you?"

"No need," Jacob took off his boots, stepped on the floor with his bare feet, and walked towards the stairs, "I've already eaten." Then, as if thinking of something, he turned around and gave Alfred a Smiling, "But if it's convenient for you," paused, "bring something to my brother."

————————— an hour ago—————————

"Bruce," Dick looked at Batman who was busy in front of the computer, and was silent for a while, "Is it possible that it's a magician?" He watched Batman's pause, after all, in Gotham where the clown was severely injured by an unknown person , only this guy can set off a storm.

What's more, in just one hour, only a magician has the courage to kidnap those important tasks one after another.

"Well, it's me." When asked, Jacob, who was studying the machine in his hand, replied frankly, "What's the matter?" His attitude was frank, like a good student who was asked about his grades, showing off and Puzzled.It seems that I don't understand why it should be a matter of course, but it is so troublesome.

Bruce, who had just finished bandaging from the Batcave, pursed his lips, turned away after a long silence.

Dick looked at Bruce's back, and at Jacob who never raised his head to give them half of his attention, sighed and sat beside Jacob: "Why did you do this?" Batman's pride Let Bruce not regress, but Dick is still Dick after all, even if he is Batman's former assistant.

"It wouldn't be fun to tell you, Dick." Jacob looked up and laughed, a big, big smile.

Dick stared at Jacob's expression, trying to read any reluctance or hidden meaning in his face.But as before, what the magician can see is what the magician wants him to see: "If it's because of ST, then I can..."

"I won't take back what I give away." Jacob frowned, "Besides, this is your coming-of-age gift." He said it casually, as if what he gave away was just a roadside toy , "That's just to give me an identity that can be seen. Now that I know what I want to pursue, it is no longer necessary."

"Because Batman can't touch you anymore?" Dick is no longer the Robin who didn't know anything back then. In fact, when he took over the behemoth ST, he didn't know why Batman even knew that ST's young director was a magician. , and can't touch him at all, so he can only be detained alone.

If this little genius falls, the economic construction of the entire country will be dragged down.

If Wayne Enterprises is the pillar of Gotham, but he is just one of them on a large scale.On the other hand, ST, he is a pillar in the construction of science and technology, not one of them.The network communications covering the entire country, the main suppliers of arms, and the inseparable cooperation with the government are all behind the country.

Although the magician is crazy, the retreat he found for himself is unstoppable.

After all, it is a colossal monster that cannot be fought against.

"You think too much," Jacob handed over the small box in his hand, "Open it and see if you like it?"

"I just don't understand what made you make such a decision." Inside the box is a cute-looking little ball with a big smiling face drawn on it, which looks a bit like a Joker, "Thank you. I just don't want The atmosphere between you and Bruce has just eased a little, and it's just destroyed."

"Things I want to destroy," Jacob patted the non-existent dust on his body, stood up, "no one has survived yet."

"What about me?" Dick looked up at him, "You hated me at first."

"How come," Jacob laughed, "you are my little angel."

The author has something to say:

The so-called BE countdown is to connect to the world of the Injustice League next door.

The end of the line, Batman decides to destroy the real cause of Jacob's insanity, Sis, leads the magician to decide to destroy Superman.