Schizophrenia

"You stopped." Several days had passed since Rosalind's funeral, and Batman was surprised to find that the Joker had stopped.No more trying to discover Batman's true identity, no more trying to kill Harvey Dent, just stop weirdly.Apart from that, it was also unexpected that he was staring at ST suddenly.

"I'm waiting," the clown shook the handcuffs indifferently, "I've already achieved my goal."

"Why did you do that?" Batman stood across the interrogation table and looked at the Joker, "Why?" The voice was scary.

"For the sake of chaos," the clown said confidently, "Look, didn't I almost succeed~"

"Kill Jacob? Safety doesn't mean chaos!" Batman pursed his lips tightly, "Why did you do that?"

"Oh, little bat, you may be right~" The clown chuckled, "But it also depends on how you killed him, doesn't it?" The smile on the clown's face became more and more prosperous, "I may be right now." I failed to kill him, but one day someone will kill him, and at that time you will find that the decision you made was wrong."

Batman didn't speak, just looked at the clown, his pure white eyes were a little scary.

"It's not fun to talk too much, little bat. You'll never know what a terrifying existence you unleashed that night, little bat." The clown hummed, "Have you ever heard a nursery rhyme? The song It sang like this, ten little Jacks went out to eat, one choked to death and there were nine left. Nine little Jacks stayed up late, one overslept and there were eight left. Eight little Jacks went to play in Devon, and one said To stay there are seven left. Seven little Jacks chop sticks, one cuts himself in half and there are six left. Six little Jacks play with honeycombs, and one wasp stares at one, and there are five left." Xia Xia, the Clown But stop.

"Did you know that you killed another little Jack that night~" The clown snorted twice, "Now, there are only eight little Jacks left to play with you~" The clown said cheerfully, "Now there are eight little Jacks. A little Jack will play with you~"

Batman just looks at the Joker, whose real name is Jack Napier.

"Little Bat, don't you really consider breaking your no-killing principle?" The clown chuckled, "You will only attract more criminals to this city because of your principles and your attractiveness." .Little bat, you were born in the darkness, you are the most beautiful child in the darkness, you will only attract the same kind.”

The clown seems to have made a language: "You attract darkness, you are darkness."

Just as Batman was about to say something, the overhead lights dimmed, and there was no sound in the hall outside.

"Oh, he's here." The clown laughed, "Look, little bat, he's here." The clown paused, and Batman, who was wearing night vision goggles in the dark, noticed that the door of the interrogation room opened silently .He raised his hand and punched the figure, but was blocked by a finger.

With one finger, he seemed to hit a wall made of steel, unable to move forward.

"I knew you would come, I knew you would come~" The clown giggled, as if he wasn't the one who was strangled, "Look, we are so alike, even our names are exactly the same. Little Jack, you can't fool anyone, you can only fool yourself."

"Maybe." Batman heard a soft sigh, somewhat familiar, "Give me a reason not to kill you."

"I set you free, monster." The clown had difficulty breathing, "Kill me, I have set you free."

"Magician, let him go." Batman with night vision goggles looked at the familiar long black trench coat, the classic gentleman's tall hat, and the gold lace mask and suddenly had an epiphany.Isn't this kind of attire the person he is familiar with? He has been back to Gotham for more than three years, and this is the first time he has seen a magician.

"Magician?" the figure repeated softly, and let go of his hand, throwing the clown on the chair.He just swept the handcuffs casually, and when his hands moved away from the handcuffs, they were already untied: "That's a good reason, I like this name, thank you." He nodded towards the clown.

"You're welcome." The clown didn't feel lucky to have escaped from death at all, but just grinned, "Hello, magician, you can call me Joker." He stood up and straightened his clothes, then walked slowly to the In front of Batman, he raised his hand and pressed against the invisible wall between the two, "No matter how many times I watch it, I have to say it's amazing."

All Batman can do is stand there, because he's found that no matter how hard he tries, he can't break the invisible metal wall around him.According to his estimation, the invisible wall just surrounded him tightly, like a box to pack him up.Apart from being unable to touch the outside world, there are no other effects.

"My little friend, you mean so much to me." The clown looked at the figure who turned around and was about to leave, "Hey, are we leaving just like that?" He knocked angrily on the invisible wall between him and Batman, " I said you can't let me go to prison for nothing, what about revenge?"

In reply, the silhouette untied the invisible wall between Joker and Batman without thinking.The clown staggered and rushed towards Batman. How could Batman miss this opportunity, and raised his hand to beat the clown.But the clown is not a vegetarian, and the two got together.

"What the hell is he doing here," the clown muttered as he hit him, "just to uncuff the handcuffs? Obviously I can do it myself."

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At the public funeral of Chief Blow, Batman did not appear, and there was no other movement on the side of the Joker except that the successful escape from prison sparked discussions.However, the day before the mourning, the police station suddenly received a letter saying that the mayor would lose his life on that day and commemorate the dead.

In this regard, the acting chief of the police station had to strengthen his defenses, and even asked all the residents facing the street to close the windows to strengthen their vigilance.But everything went smoothly, even during the mayor's speech.But because it is too normal, it makes people a little disturbed.

Not far from the main stage, on the iron stairs outside the building, there was a police officer wearing a police uniform and holding a scope.Just like other police officers, he looked at all the windows that could be aimed at and reported the situation to the officer who asked him from time to time.But he is not on the main road, so it is relatively not busy.

After the mayor's speech was over, the private soldier was about to raise his gun to show respect, but the young man suddenly spoke into his walkie-talkie: "Do you know?" The voice was very soft, but it resounded throughout the street.Because his walkie-talkie was connected to the microphone of the main station at some point, and the sound came from the speaker.

"You really shouldn't show up, Batman." After a pause, he thought of Rosalind who was engulfed in flames with a frightened face.

"But I thank you too, Batman." Pausing again, thinking of hugging his hard, cold metal armor.

"So, this is a gift from me to you, as a revenge, as a thank you." He raised his gun, turned around and fired without aiming. At the same time, he turned around to avoid the fist that came out of the broken window behind him.The sound of fighting came to everyone's ears through the stereo, and the voice: "But, today is not Christmas."

Batman raised his hand and hit a dart, directly destroying the walkie-talkie.There was a harsh sound from the stereo, and then there was a bang bang bang gunshot, which completely panicked the crowd.They didn't know where the gunshots came from, it seemed to be near their ears, and it seemed to be far away.

"Batman," he turned over and stood on the handrail, stepping on the iron railing with a diameter of less than one centimeter, but it seemed as if he was walking on the ground.Looking at Batman, the ordinary-looking little police officer smiled happily: "Today is just a meeting gift. Whether you can find the Christmas gift package is up to you."

After speaking, he jumped back.Batman rushed to the railing but only caught the flying police uniform. Under his eyes, a man in a black windbreaker landed on a car, raised his head and waved at him, and nimbly got into the car. in the car.Immediately afterwards, the police cars around that car exploded one after another.

The author has something to say:

The clown feels that Jacob has shackles, and the ten are just a metaphor.Abandonment untied one, Rosalind's death untied the second, and saying that there were eight left was just a metaphor.

The name Magician was given by the little bat~