The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

After listening to this conversation, Batman's face became extremely subtle in an instant, the corners of his eyes hidden behind the mask twitched fiercely, his voice was not disguised for a while, and his tone changed, "So, what is going on here? ?”

The other two protagonists simply didn't notice this. It seemed that because the little bat who was thinking about him responded to him, the clown's voice immediately jumped up, "Hi! Little bat, I am the clown, your admirer!"

"Clown!" Wilson snorted.

Due to the presence of outsiders, Wilson didn't know if the clown wanted to hide his identity, so it was difficult for him to call him by his full name, and he only used the code name 'Joker'.

He first warned his friends before looking at Batman and telling what he knew, "The dean of Arkham secretly used prisoners or patients alone to carry out illegal experiments and develop poisons, my My friend, the clown, suffered from a mental illness and was treated in Arkham for a time. He found out about this not long ago, so he escaped overnight and told me about it."

Wilson withdrew part of the truth and said half-truth, "But at the time we were involved in a serial murder case and were forced to assist in the investigation. When the case was over, the fbi discovered the fact that the clown had escaped from the nursing home. They didn't know about it. Cam has long been a hotbed of illegal experiments, and he was sent back by mistake. Now it seems that the hospital may also know the reason why the clown escaped, and wants to kill him to silence him."

However, Batman learned a lot about the clown during his brief contact, so he pointed out sharply with deep doubts, "I think your friend seems to be enjoying it and doesn't need help."

Wilson, who was completely unable to argue against the clown, sighed heartbroken, "You are right, he is indeed a little crazy, and he likes danger very much. Although he is suspected of contributing to the flames of this matter, the culprit is still Arkham Day. long-term human trials."

Batman was noncommittal about this, and only asked, "Is the dean of Arkham Sanatorium Jonathan Klein?"

"You know him?"

Batman closed the mail, straightened up, picked up the pitch-black cloak that was draped over the back of the chair, and then shook it off abruptly, then fastened it again at the shoulder buckle.He turned sideways suddenly, and the hard cloak drew a sharp arc. Even if the battle armor was damaged and stained with blood, it could not weaken that sharp and aggressive aura.

Batman in battle armor looks like the undefeated god of war in the night, the godhead is the guardian, and the god's name is anger.

Because anger brings fear, he fights bloody for protection.

Wilson was stunned for a moment.It wasn't until Batman had explained nearly half of how he got that name that his ears reacquired the signal dizzily.The hoarse and sexy voice that broke into the cochlea made him shake his ears and get goosebumps hard.

"What... what?" Wilson rubbed his earlobe, always feeling that his ears were about to become pregnant qaq.

Batman was silent for a moment, looked at Wilson strangely for a while, and then re-explained.

"Jonathan Klein, of course I know this name. Nearly [-]% of the gangsters I sent to prison in the past year escaped from prison because of the mental certificate he issued, and lived in Arkham in the name of recuperation. At that time, I just thought that he was dealing with the gangsters, and everyone got what they needed. Now that I think about it, there are many fringe people who are not at the core of the gangs who can get his help to escape sanctions. I am afraid that it is not as simple as a transaction." Batman affirmed Saying that Wilson is finally normal, "Helping those big bosses get out of prison and using abandoned children as experimental subjects is indeed what Klein has been doing all along."

The clown also added to the confusion, "So, my little bat was actually used, because many of the dean's experimental subjects were captured with the help of the little bat."

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, the clown is convulsed as always, and Batman's face sinks suddenly, and the air pressure around him can't help but become more gloomy.After all, for a knight who exists to protect Gotham, it is not surprising that his hard work is used for evil, and it is not surprising that he will be irritated.

The clown simply didn't say anything provocative, but added what he knew in a serious manner, "Actually, the experimental subjects are not only abandoned children of gangsters, but also certain patients who will not be cared about even if they disappear. Catch it secretly for experiments, recycle it when alive, and mark it as dead on the case record if it dies, it couldn’t be easier. That’s how poor Byron is, but I was kind enough to help him escape for a moment.”

The clown felt a little disappointed while talking, "It's a pity that he was stimulated too much after all, and his spirit seems to have collapsed, and the ending is not very good. I heard that he became a serial murderer and committed suicide in prison not long after."

This story is really sad, but Batman once again used his terrifying super intuition as the clown's doomed enemy, and instantly noticed the excitement of this "lunatic" hidden in his disappointment, "If you tell me that you saved that Byron just because Interesting, but more plausible to see what happens to people who have been traumatized."

"We really have a heart-to-heart connection!" The clown sighed and laughed, even through the phone line, he could hear the surprise in his voice.

Wilson stared at the phone, deeply shocked by his friend's face.

Just like every time he received a call from the clown, he once again had the urge to throw the phone away.

Wilson took a deep breath and tried his best to calmly put the phone on the table.Thinking of the fact that the clown was injected with poison more than once, although he felt that the scourge would last for thousands of years, he was sure that the other party would be fine, so he gave a token of concern, "How is your condition after being injected with poison?"

The clown said nonchalantly: "I increased the amount this time, and it feels good. I feel more excited!"

The overly excited tone made Wilson frowned subconsciously. He probably used too much energy to endure the pain before, and his voice seemed a little weak, so Wilson didn't notice the abnormality of the clown's emotions.

The clown can deliberately pretend to be a well-behaved and sensible student, an honest worker, or a rigorous and intellectual white-collar worker, but his nature has always been somewhat neurotic.This kind of neuroticism can be controlled most of the time, and the clown has firmly controlled his emotions, allowing him to show what he wants to show.

Only a few times, he failed.

Wilson only knew about it twice, once with his own eyes and once through hearsay.

Eight years ago, he was only 13 years old, and he was absorbed by the old man for less than three years. He was injured when he was out of the field after the stage training. Since the task was completed ahead of schedule and there was still a lot of time left for the field work, he took a walk near the town. start.

He didn't go to the bustling city, but only wandered around the wilderness close to the wilderness. When he stretched out his arms and took a second deep breath, he saw that tall, thin man who looked like a ghost.

He was ragged and covered in blood, some of which was his and more of which was not.

Farther away, sirens blared, and searchlights kept scanning.

His head was drooping, his hands were drooping, and blood flowed down his fingertips, forming a puddle of blood at his feet.

At the man's feet, a well-dressed gentleman in a suit fell to the ground, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were protruding, and he looked horrified and astonished, as if he couldn't believe that his life had come to an end so easily, let alone understand that he killed himself. , it was...

"He is my father." The particularly thin man slowly raised his head, his handsome face was expressionless, his right forehead was damaged, and blood stains dripped from the corners of his eyes, like tears of blood.

He didn't know when he found Wilson, and he didn't know if he was talking to himself or telling others, "How ridiculous, my mother is struggling to survive in the circus, sleeping with all kinds of men in order to survive. It’s so ridiculous that my father is a respectable rich man.”

Wilson frowned, but didn't speak.

That man didn't need a response from anyone else either.

He tilted his head and said as if he couldn't understand: "A master, why did you sleep with a prostitute? There are many good women, why did you choose my mother? But if it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't exist. I should be grateful to him, but he made me struggle in a life full of pain, and I seem to hate him. But I heard that other people's parents should live together, so I should send him to accompany my mother, which should be enough Responsibility?"

As he talked, his expression became more and more vivid, and finally he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I'm so filial!"

At that time, Wilson only felt that the five thunders struck the top, his three views collapsed, and his feelings for the person in front of him became extremely complicated for a while.At that time, he didn't understand that he was just shocked by the clown's face again.

However, at that time, I was "short-sighted" after all, and failed to recognize my feelings well. Impulsively, I said, "Aren't you going to surrender?"

"Why should I surrender? I just escaped from prison!" The man looked puzzled.

"...Then run away, the police are coming." Shocked by the natural tone again, Wilson pointed down the mountain and added another sentence.

"Oh." The man blinked, then ran away.

Then Wilson was surrounded by swarms of police officers, and it took a whole night to explain why he appeared at the crime scene and prove that a 13-year-old boy who had nothing to do with the victim could not be a murderer, or is the fact of the accomplice.

In fact, they knew to some extent that the murderer had nothing to do with Wilson, but the fugitive criminal Jerome. However, for the sake of caution, they separated some people and questioned Wilson.

At that time, Wilson didn't know which of his nerves was wrong, but he spontaneously concealed the other party's escape route, and only used a very deceptive appearance to pretend to be stunned, so he let him go.

That was the clown eight years ago, and he gradually pieced together the other's story from the mouth of the police.

At that time, he wasn't called Jack Napier, and he didn't have the eccentricity of painting his face. He had beautiful features and a divine name, Jerome.He has always been well-behaved, sensible, smart and studious.

When his knees were high, he could cook for himself at night when his mother was away at night, and when he reached the height of his mother's waist, he could still sit upright in the small room even if the next bedroom kept talking obscenities for half the night. In the study, quietly doing homework.

His mother is a snake charmer in the circus and a prostitute with a price tag, but he loves his mother very much.

At least everyone thought so before he suddenly broke out and killed his mother with his own hands, including his biological mother who had always felt guilty towards him.

That was his first loss of control.

Using some hypnotic methods that did not harm the body, the old sheriff who took notes for him slowly confide in the past.He will never forget those pictures and scenes in his life: the circus with a lot of people, the snake dancer who died tragically, and in the interrogation room, the big man who lost his mother and child in grief and turned into a grinning evil ghost in an instant boy.

There were still teardrops in the corners of his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were raised ferociously, his pupils were like a deep abyss, which itself was darkness.No light can shine on him, no god can rescue him from the sea of ​​suffering.No, maybe it should be said that he wandered in the sea of ​​bitterness, lingered, and had already merged into one.

He rejects every hand that is offered to him.He told his hatred for his mother in the interrogation room, but the old sheriff intuitively felt that maybe it was just an excuse, an excuse for him to release the demon in his body.

And that year Jerome was only 16 years old.

Wilson bid farewell to the old sheriff. He didn't know whether the other party demonized the boy out of fear, or Jerome himself.But when he encountered Jerome more and more in the following time, he gradually understood in the more frequent exchanges.

The other party is just lonely.

From childhood to childhood, from youth to youth, there is no father's teaching, no mother's consideration, no peers to play with him, no adults to respect him.Gotham's ghetto has always been the least kind, especially to a son of a whore who is too lonely and too silent.He lives in contempt and contempt, and his mind is gradually distorted.

The reason for Jerome's loss of control is unknown, and even he himself can't tell whether it was the accumulated hatred that broke out, or that morning, when she returned home in the morning dew, she told him that she might have found it. His father, the gentleman who spends a lot of money, is exactly like himself.

Even Wilson didn't know the day when he and the clown accepted each other into their circle and began to reveal their secrets.

However, the clown never mentioned his experience of killing his mother, even though they knew each other well.Wilson has never mentioned the identity and power of the old man, even if the clown has been vaguely aware of it.

They walked very close, but kept a relatively safe distance. They harmed each other, but they helped each other when their lives were at stake.

At that time, the clown was wanted all over the United States, and he also said that he wanted to get rid of the past. Wilson used the power of the old man to help him erase all traces, making him a transparent person, and then got a new identity, Jack Napier.

Later, Wilson's mission became more and more difficult, and the clown would always come in from time to time. Whether it was an undercover agent in danger or a partner fighting side by side, he always twirled the dagger, smiled exaggeratedly, and said that the action was interesting and exciting. Just what he wanted.

It can be said that, at least for now, Wilson is still the one who knows the Joker best.

The first time out of control, the clown killed his mother himself, and the second time out of control, he killed the unconfirmed biological father. Wilson has been paying attention to the mental state of the clown to prevent the out-of-control from happening again, and then today, through On the phone, the excited tone full of strong danger made Wilson frown, and his intuition was not good.

He rubbed the edge of the long wooden table. The clown once told him that Klein's poison would confuse his memory and produce hallucinations, but he didn't elaborate on it. At this moment, he felt that this was the key, "Joker, the poison's What the hell is the hallucination making you see?"

Wilson's tone was a bit too serious, even the excited clown restrained himself a little, frowned, his voice was very reluctant, "Well, I know I can't hide it from you, it's fear."

"Fear?" Batman looked over suddenly, something flashed in his eyes for a moment, but it was too fast for anyone to see clearly.

The clown snorted, and said listlessly: "I saw the thing I didn't want to see, but the dose of the medicine is high, and the hallucinations have lasted for so long, so I'm getting used to it. Hmm... It doesn't seem that interesting anymore. .”

The clown's voice suddenly became lonely, but Wilson was greatly relieved. As long as the clown is not completely excited, the possibility of him losing control will be greatly reduced.It was also at this time that he suddenly noticed something wrong with Batman's tone, "What did you think of?"

Batman was silent for a long time before he pronounced the name of the organization, "Union of Shadow Warriors."

"They?" Wilson was startled. It was an organization that the old man hated deeply. They also had many missions for this organization, but they had never received them. How come it seems to be related to Klein now?

But if Klein's new force is the Shadow Warrior Alliance, what reason does the old man have to keep stopping him?

Wilson was puzzled, so he could only ask, "Why do you think so?"

Batman pursed his lips, and talked about the past that few people knew, "My fighting skills are inherited from the alliance. The final test in the alliance is to overcome fear. They once sniffed blue flowers for me. The incense was introduced, and then the most terrifying thing in memory appeared in front of my eyes. When I am no longer afraid, the test is considered to be passed. Now that I think about it, it is very similar to the poison that the clown said."

"Different doses have different effects." Wilson speculated: "A small amount can make it conquer fear and exercise the heart, but a large amount can become a deadly poison and cause death in pain. What do they want?"

"Control and destruction." Batman said suddenly: "This is the purpose of the alliance, and it is also the reason why I can't understand, and finally left the alliance."

The Alliance of Shadow Warriors has existed for thousands of years. From bringing plagues to ancient Rome to razing London to the ground, they have been committed to acting as scavengers to destroy decaying civilizations. It is not surprising that they now turn their attention to Gotham, but Klein betrayed the old man and joined them, but Wilson couldn't understand.

Klein has always been very loyal. After he became the headmaster of Arkham, he gradually alienated from the old man and rarely contacted him. When they found out that it was wrong to investigate Klein, they found out that the other party had betrayed him and secretly sought refuge. .

Although Klein is not the old man's trusted confidant, he has followed him for nearly ten years and has been exposed to many confidential matters.

Although they sounded like the old man's subordinates, they were more like the old man's private soldiers than an organization.

Many people's duties are intelligence and undercover, and more people are engaged in assassination and war. He occasionally goes out to work, but most of the time he contributes his talent in mechanical research. Jonathan Klein was accepted from the very beginning. In the beginning, the direction of cultivation was medicine and genes.

Klein joined the organization not too long after Wilson, but Wilson didn't like that taciturn and sullen boy very much.

Perhaps it was because the young man with wild eyes and distorted expression left a deep impression on him when he first met him. It was not like the excitement and cruel innocence of the clown after he lost control. A deep secret that ordinary people cannot accept, and pretends to be as normal as possible.

He failed at the beginning, so what Wilson showed was a lonely and gloomy man of few words, but as time went by, he became more and more successful, and his behavior became more normal.Later, he even studied psychology and medicine in order to alleviate his own situation, and became a successful psychiatrist and psychologist.

Later, when Klein took over the work of genetic evolution, he gradually became the type of person Wilson had disliked in his previous life.

Fortunately, the old man doesn't like live experiments. They use animals and dead bodies the most. Occasionally, there will be members of the organization who are dying. With a gamble mentality, they volunteer to accept evolution.If it fails, it will die in pain. If it succeeds, it can greatly improve various indicators of the body and regain a new life!

Although from beginning to end, there is only one successful case.

Wilson himself didn't understand how he got to be that lucky guy.He had just returned from a mission at that time, and his miscalculation made him lose the opportunity to assassinate him. The person who frequently caused panic in the old man's territory was not an ordinary person. When the opponent's body suddenly hardened and pierced his internal organs, Wilson immediately Belatedly realized this.

He tried his best and used his equipment to win the battle, but he was on the verge of death several times after returning to the base.

That was the first time he saw that expression on the old man's face, the first time he heard his rapid and sharp tone, vaguely heard the other party asking whether he would accept genetic evolution, he nodded without hesitation.

The experiment process was short but long, maybe only ten minutes, but to Wilson, it seemed like a world away.In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the mountain cabin in his previous life, watching from a third-person perspective how he fell into the devil's trap step by step and fell into the abyss.

In a daze, he once again saw Maxwell who had disturbed his entire life. His smile was weird and gloomy, and he once again uttered the devil's secret language.

In that state, Wilson was extremely conscious. He completely recorded what Maxwell said, and realized that this matter was extremely important.But his consciousness is the most chaotic. After he finally woke up, everything was faded and forgotten by his subconscious, leaving only a wild and uninhibited dream.

Wilson became the only successful person in the genetic experiment. Klein's hands brought him a new life, but he still didn't like him.

The biggest reason was that he didn't know what Klein was hiding, and didn't know whether that deepest secret would bring disaster to the organization.The old man might know something about his concealment, but he didn't say much, and he didn't tell himself.Another reason is Klein's obsession with live experiments.

In order to increase the success rate, genetic experiments never inject anesthesia into the experimental subjects, so he almost saw Klein's face full of intoxication and satisfaction when he was conducting experiments on him.It was a look he had never seen on the other person's face, it was weird and terrifying, and it also brought some divine pity and a sense of enjoyment that he couldn't understand at the time.

Klein in that state is a more terrifying existence than the out-of-control clown.

So Wilson couldn't like him without loathing him, but even so, he didn't think that the person who had been soaked in the test bench from adolescence to youth would have extra experience to think about betrayal!

Although he understood that Arkham was probably the source of everything, he still had no clue as to the reason for Klein's betrayal.

Wilson couldn't help frowning.

The League of Shadow Warriors, the poison that brought fear, the human experiment, the Arkham Sanatorium... The originally disorganized clues are connected one by one, and a truth that is still vague is pieced together.

He has already vaguely realized that probably only after capturing Klein, torture or deep hypnosis, can he really understand what is going on in that person's mind.

……

The sky was getting brighter, and in the early morning of this day, before dawn, the three of Wilson the Clown and Batman surrounded a mobile phone and decided on their final battle plan and cooperation plan.

The clown was deprived of the right to enjoy excitement and cause trouble. He was forced by Wilson to obediently be a good insider, opening the door for intruders in Arkham and helping them avoid Klein's minions and hide. Members of the Shadow Warrior Alliance waiting for an opportunity in the dark.Wilson is responsible for the delay. Tomorrow's unprecedented jewelry exhibition is Klein's only chance to go out. He will use every opportunity, including the ignorant Black Spot and the police, to delay Klein and provide Batman who sneaks into Arkham again. convenient.

This is their only chance.

Klein has been hiding in Arkham all year round, conducting his experiments and research. The jewelry exhibition has been his only chance to go out in the past three months, so their action this time must not be missed.

Batman left in a hurry and went back to the Batcave to change his armor, but Wilson didn't hang up the phone. The clown's gloating and pity voice came through the phone, "Poor little bat, he doesn't even know he's being used, and you and I Already formed an alliance."

Although the clown is not mentally normal, he will enter Arkham for treatment, but it is all for Wilson.About half a year ago, the old man noticed Klein's concealment, speculated about his betrayal, and started to investigate. At that time, Wilson was also one of the investigators.Less than a week later, the old man didn't know what he had found out in private, and he no longer allowed Wilson to follow up on the incident, and even banned him from going to Gotham to clean up the house.

Wilson was puzzled, and at that time the Joker had already gone deep into Arkham to help him obtain more information, as a patient receiving treatment.

And not long ago, he was selected by Klein to be a new experimental subject, and he escaped in order to protect himself, and brought out the information inside the lunatic asylum.

The Joker has always been a great sidekick, except for the fact that he likes to do "little things" in the action.His petty actions triggered the serial murders in Manhattan and slowed them down. He also made Klein vigilant, and he huddled in Arkham and would not take another half step.

Wilson couldn't do anything about it. If his name hadn't appeared in the jewelry fair, he probably would have to break into Arkham.

In that heavily guarded lunatic asylum, it was difficult for the people inside to escape, and it was even more difficult for people outside to sneak in. When the clown escaped before, there were no members of the Shadow Warrior Alliance to guard him, but now even the darkness of Gotham The knights all missed at one point.

Wilson's goal is to capture Klein, but the clown who is trapped in Arkham still needs support, and the equipment and medicine in the living laboratory need to be destroyed. Hesitantly, he took full advantage of the opponent.

After all, he couldn't think of a better way except for the three of them to join forces.Thinking of this, Wilson shrugged his shoulders, "It's not completely used, at least I helped him clear up the law and order in Gotham? No way, he wants to arrest Klein and go to prison for trial, but I also need to arrest him to see the old man to clean up There is only one portal, Klein, and I can only use it for myself with regret."

The clown responded with a disdainful sneer.

Wilson secretly rolled his eyes, and pointedly said: "Besides, without Batman, it might not be easy for you to escape from the heavily guarded Arkham alone."

The clown was not optimistic, "That's what I said, but it's a pity that the little bat was injured, and I don't know how much combat power is left."

Wilson was dissatisfied, "If you hadn't played tricks and concealed important information, how could Batman be injured so easily?"

The clown was full of dissatisfaction, but he heard the sound of unlocking the lock not far away, and hurriedly said: "The dean's minions are here to patrol, I have to go back first." After speaking, he hung up the phone in a hurry.After all, it would be interesting if they saw the experimental subjects held in the cell making videos in the corridor.

Wilson naturally understood this. He put away his hot cell phone, walked out of the study, and went all the way down to the underground secret room, where he found wx-79, which was still busy. "How are you preparing the equipment needed for the operation?"

The robot butler sat in front of the computer desk and quickly entered the program in a palm-sized electronic device. His fingers were so fast that afterimages appeared. After a few seconds, he finished typing the last key, retracted his hands and stood up. , "All programs have been confirmed and entered."

Wilson picked up the miniature computer, which was no bigger than a palm, and put it into his pocket with a smile. "Black Spot's operation is only 5 minutes away. I will evacuate early and meet you. How will we leave then?"

"The helicopter is in place and ready to respond at any time."

Wilson nodded in satisfaction and stopped asking.

It was already dawn, Wilson counted the time, put a spare pistol in his back waist, said goodbye to the robot butler, and went to meet the black spots.

The time soon came to the eve of the action, and Simon knocked on the guest room shared by Wilson and Neil, and threw the two bags he had brought to them.

Wilson poured out the dark-spotted uniform inside, pinched his white faceless mask, and gestured in the mirror, "It's too bad, I don't seem to be suitable for this outfit."

Neil also sighed in an uncomfortable mood, "Without a hat, I feel like I've lost an important part of my body, and I can't lift my strength."

Simon couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling that it was a bit of a mistake for him to come here to deliver the clothes in person.He cleared his throat. "Get ready, guys, we're leaving on the hour!"

After sending Simon away, Wilson closed the door, "Won't you inform your partner?"

"It's not a partner." Neil shrugged, and blindly typed a message to Peter, "It's just a guardian."

"Okay, it's up to you, but it's up to us to see what happens next."

"Indeed." Neil raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "I won't ask your purpose, as long as you don't hold me back, friend."

Wilson was not surprised that Neil saw this, and he was friendly and relieved, "Don't worry, my target is not the black spot."

The two put on their clothes, looked at each other and smiled tacitly, and put the mask on their faces together.