[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

The afternoon sun was as warm as ever.

Even if it is as dark as Gotham, we must accept its dimness and residual warmth.

Natchy was basking in the sun on the outside of the curtains. After the operation, he temporarily stayed at Wayne's house. Today was a good weekend. Batman jumped up and down all night and all morning yesterday, and he didn't come back until noon in disgrace and fell asleep. .

So Bruce not only stayed in bed, but slept until it was dark.

Natch yawned.

Lying in bed is contagious, and it's starting to get sleepy.

Go to sleep for a while, Batman said to take it to watch at night.

Natch pondered over this question dully.

You know, night patrol with Batman is an out-and-out technical job. No one knows whether the Batmobile will be driven into the sky or washed into the sewer today.

Replenishing your energy is a must.

After a bigger yawn, it arched its head to the inner side of the curtain to avoid light, leaving its body outside against the glass, basking in the sun, and fell into a deep sleep.

It slept until it was completely dark.

Meanwhile, in a corner of Gotham, deep in a certain sewer.

This is an adventurous pursuit.

Jason wore his full-enveloping hood with anti-virus function, chasing all the way in the waterway, the people in front were running, and at the same time, there were crazy laughter guiding him.

Behind him, a Baichai wearing a strange crying mask followed him, and it didn't seem to run very fast, but it just followed him at a leisurely pace.

"Come on—! Little bird! HAAAA——!"

Amid wild laughter, Jason chased after him without saying a word.

He has seen more madness, and deeper darkness of the abyss, and the clown can no longer shake him.

"You're just a mouse." Jason muttered coldly.

ZKR flicked his tail while running, as if expressing a happy mood.

They turned two corners, and Jason saw the guns arranged. These guns did not know when they were placed, and they completely avoided the eyes and ears of the Batman.

However, this is not surprising in itself. These criminals born and bred in Gotham are basically grown up with Gotham for generations, and even the descendants of the original nobles in Gotham. Their identity background is no less than that of Bruce Wayne.

Their familiarity with Gotham is no less than that of Batman.

Although the clown was born as a commoner, he has been with people from all walks of life for many years, and he knows the true face of Gotham well.

Now it was too late to turn around and escape, so Jason rushed over quickly.

□□It exploded immediately behind him. The fire wave hit Jason's body and threw him against the wall. The edge of the helmet was shattered by the impact. Gritting his teeth, he resisted the shock and stood up.

"Like today's playground?"

The clown figured out the position to avoid the flames and the impact, and was showing his teeth and claws.

He always liked playing games with bats, always liked.

Occasionally, it was part of the game that the birds were forced to dye themselves.As for whether these birds can spread their wings and fly high in the future, what does it matter to him?

He just loves the echo of the painful pounding on Batman's heart.

Jason ignored him and began to look around.

This place seems to be a temporary room, with clean cement and randomly propped steel bars, it is a disposable item.

familiar trick.

There was some subtle gas around. It was unknown whether it was caused by an explosion or a mechanism that had been prepared long ago. The data conveyed on the helmet told Jason that if he tried to shoot, it might trigger a bad chain reaction.

Like a more violent explosion.

The most annoying thing is that the seal of the helmet has been damaged. He probably inhaled a lot of those unknown gases when he coughed just now, which suddenly made things troublesome.

If only Natch were here.

Jason thought of ZKR and sneered.

If he is in a hurry, he will blow up. Judging from the current experience, Naqi will definitely take care of him. As long as there is still a breath to survive until ZKR finds Naqi, he can live.

People who have cats and dogs are confident.

"What trick are you playing again?" Jason looked a little annoyed.

No matter what the gas was, its effect was soon manifested. Jason felt weakness in his limbs, but he still stood stubbornly, staring at the clown.

"Oh, no, no, no, I'm not a bird looking for you. Since you betrayed me and death, what are you worth? Originally, you could be the most beautiful scar in Batman's heart, but now, Look! Look at what you've done! You idiot-!!!"

The Joker is heartbroken as he sees the second Robinbird go from being the best of the best to a bad painting.

Jason frowned: "It's because of your own mental illness that you are committed to becoming a scar from the past. It's none of my business."

While mocking, Jason began to think quickly.I was the only one trapped here. If the clown didn't come to trouble me, who else could he be looking for?

No, there are still others.

Jason saw ZKR squatting obediently.

"Bingo! Congratulations, you have gained a little brain, probably like a cockroach egg, Hmm..." The clown laughed hoarsely, and then turned into a belly laugh.

"Look at you little bird, now the value of dogs is higher than yours, HAAA!"

Jason, who didn't want to compare his value with dogs, showed disgust.

In the early years, he might feel angry and shaken by these words, but now his trauma has basically recovered, and although his spirit is not healthy, at least within the scope of ordinary people, this also makes him unable to empathize with the clown's madness.

When watching the clown, Jason felt like he was watching a lunatic.

Unlike other super-criminals in Gotham, the Joker has no principles, no bottom line at all, maybe just because he is bored today, he will kill without any reason at all.

Even that famous "like to play with big bats" is probably just an old excuse.

Hammer into Batman's soul with things from the past.

This is the clown's favorite trick.

Wherever there are clowns, young and old, there are inevitable casualties, and this guy is a complete psycho, and the law can't punish him.

Thinking of this Jason couldn't help grinding his teeth.

Crazy amazing, huh?

"Todd? Where the hell are you?" Damian asked from inside.

"It's none of your business." Jason didn't think Damian could handle the clown's endless tricks, so he refused decisively.

"The Gotham Daily once wrote a piece of gossip, saying that it is the existence of super criminals like you that protects Batman's dignity." Jason stared at the clown's strange face, "and In fact, you criminals are just worms who can't see the light in the dark."

He gritted his teeth silently: "You don't deserve better."

The clown smiled lowly, and then slowly put away part of the smile, with a little smile still on his face, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands.

At this time, the clown's tone suddenly softened a bit, like a timid ordinary person.

He whispered: "But, so what? My dear. In the final analysis, he is no different from us. Admit it, we are all brothers and sisters in the shadow of Gotham."

As soon as the words fell, he laughed "HAHAHA" again: "Who wants better?!"

The clown walked towards ZKR with exaggerated and weird steps.

"Look at you, ZKR, what's your name? Isn't it the boring 'Zacker'?" He hecked twice, turned sideways, bent down at almost [-] degrees, grinned and stared at ZKR Waving your hand: "Hello, Joker~"

Jason noticed ZKR shaking his ears.

"A clown (Clown)." The clown stopped laughing wildly. He had an expression similar to joy, and his eyes were so wide open that it felt like his eyeballs were going to pop out.He looked at Jason and said softly, "A gift."

"Shit!" Jason became furious.

The moment he tried to move, he felt a strong sense of weakness in his muscles. He shook stiffly for a few times, and finally hit his head on the concrete floor.

ZKR glanced sideways at Jason's direction, and was quickly attracted by the clown.

The clown is peeling his own face.

"We have to, finish the show. Right? Don't say you don't understand, it's the basic quality of a clown (Clown), we have to! Laugh! HAHAHAH—"

Whether his face was temporarily fixed with staples or something, he didn't know if it was his own, but when he pulled it off, the stench and the smell of corruption permeated the air together.

Jason held his breath.

He didn't want to experience the feeling of gradually suffocating in his half-digested dinner.

Not at all.

ZKR looks at this corrupt human.

"rotten" corruption.

The clown got closer, putting his own face on ZKR's mask.Outrageously exaggerated eyeliner, lip drawn below the ear, and those damn green eyebrows.

And ZKR didn't hide.

It is attracted by the familiar smell, after all, it is its fixed recipe for hundreds of years, the smell of fear and death, the screams of children and the madness walking on the edge of destruction are full of attraction to ZKR.

"ZKR!" Jason roared.

Under the control of drugs, anger was the strongest motivation he could find. This disobedient body was forced to twitch under Jason's force, and he almost did not hesitate to crush his own muscles and bones to move.

ZKR jerked awake.

It suddenly stepped back a lot, dodging the mask, and the blood that belonged to the clown was stained on its mask.

ZKR froze.

It stared at the clown, and after a while, its neck made a weird sound. In the clown's sudden angry roar, ZKR's neck was "clacked" by itself.

ZKR seemed to have exhausted all his strength to successfully turn his head and look at Jason.

In the spiritual dimension, something brushed past Jason's mind, and a certain part of his deep memory was licked away by the greedy tongue of the giant beast. In the script dominated by the clown, he fought with crowbars and blood The past where the bones danced together, the fear and anger in it made ZKR feel endless aftertaste.

The strength that had just been accumulated was also taken away, and the body went limp again, succumbing to the medicine.

Before Jason figured out what this meant, ZKR changed.

The white object grew up and reached the height of a person. With green hair, a purple coat, and an indescribably exaggerated makeup, ZKR looked exactly like the clown, the only difference was that its face was still there.

It also carried a crowbar.

It was bloodstained.

Jason couldn't react to what was going on, so he could only watch in a daze.

Watching ZKR raise the crowbar high, and with a sharp laugh, he smashed the clown's head one by one.

Backhand?

Or a forehand?

Which one hurts more?

Jason heard ZKR asking.

Like hallucinations, like the day he was supposed to die, the clown asked him a question.

"HAAA——! Look at how much you love me!" The clown laughed wildly while being splashed with blood, "This is so funny my little bird, but the clown prefers to date bats~~"

As the clown's voice fell, the explosion happened.

The flames engulfed everything, and Jason saw ZKR turned into a circus clown who looked at least three meters tall, and pressed down on him, trying to isolate the flames from him.

It's a pity that in an almost closed environment, the flame will always sweep back because it touches the wall, until it burns up all the air.

"Goo—!"

Owl hooting?

Countless tentacles drilled out from the cracks in the rocks.

They rushed out against the fire, blocking the high-temperature flames and the poisonous gas wrapped in them. Jason tried to move, and he heard Damian's voice.

The guy took off his red hood and put on a mouth respirator.

The Faceless Owl repeated its old trick, sealing the cave with its tentacles.

Its movement ability is closer to the feeling of "the end of the world is so close", and it will be ineffective when it is too close to the target.But this is not someone's house, its tentacles can get in as long as there is a tiny gap, instead of bearing and supporting, and quickly pull out a hole for Damian to enter and exit.

"Todd, you idiot!" Damian snorted coldly.

Jason rolled his eyes silently.

He really wanted to ask what happened to ZKR, but he couldn't talk while biting the damn thing.

The Faceless Owl kept moving the rocks behind. About 5 minutes later, the Faceless Owl poked its head in and let go of its tentacles.

At this moment, Jason could move more or less.

The tentacles parted slightly, Jason struggled to stand up, and supported Damian's head, before the little yellow bird decided to hit him and wobbled to his feet.

He saw ZKR restrained in the back.

The big clown squatted in this small space, his head almost touching the ground, facing this direction.

Now it's pale again, it's no longer the Joker's face, it's the original mask, it's lost the paint again, the whole face is that mournful expression, it's not flattering at all.

"It was meant to help me."

The surrounding air had returned to normal. Jason spat out the respirator, feeling his jaw a little numb.

He walked over and tried to reach out under the gaze of the Faceless Owl. ZKR lowered his head even lower, and Jason's fingers touched the corners of its eyes.

He was injured a little during the explosion, and the blood on his hands scratched the corner of ZKR's eyes, leaving a crimson color.

"Papa." Chai flicked his tail.

Jason was taken aback.

Where else is there any giant clown.

Chai, with a red shadow under his eyes, tilted his head and flicked his tail again.

Jason didn't react a bit, turned his head and asked, "That, what happened just now?"

[According to the situation, it should be guessed that someone fed ZKR and opened up its desire, but at the last moment it chose to eat your fear and hatred. 】The faceless owl's face is facing the direction of ZKR.

【Whoever it eats, its personality and appearance will change accordingly. 】

"I'm not afraid of that thing." Jason took a deep breath, and his veins grew silently.

It's rare that Damian didn't sneer, but just interjected to ask: "Then what is it?"

【Change is its most original appearance. 】

This sounds a bit incomprehensible.

【Do you want to be its guardian? 】The Tentacles of the Faceless Owl pierced out the words, and asked.

Jason froze.

"It's okay, doesn't it matter?"

So ZKR came over and squatted by his lap.

The author has something to say: *The past of the clown in this article is the previous comic version.

[Yes, that member of the "Red Hood Gang" who looks like lipstick]