[Zhongyingmei] It's not a slime!

An S grade.

A tall, mighty, S-class S-rank with a strong aura although he couldn't see his face, and somehow felt that he would be very handsome.

An S-rank with an initial bewitching rate of 50%, who seems to be able to lure home easily.

An S-rank who flirts with him in a clumsy way as soon as he comes up.

Ruby: ...I finally got it.

This is simply a nearly perfect host body model!

So the way she looked at Jason suddenly changed, as if looking at a plate of feast that is more tempting than the most delicate and delicious dessert in the world, and more than the twinkling micro-stars in the night sky of Gotham bright.

Ruby: Gotta figure out a way to lure him home!

……

Jason felt very confused.

He had other plans tonight. During this period of time, he chased the group of useless horse boys under the black mask and found several drug trafficking dens, and of course he did it cleanly, and followed this The thread pulled out many drug dealer leaders who were hiding underground in Gotham, relying on his own ability to control part of these gray transaction chains.

He even deflated Black Mask a lot, so that Black Mask even took advantage of the Arkham Prison riot to get the Joker out, adding to the already chaotic Gotham.

Ah, yes, the clown, the clown who is still alive, the clown that Bruce refuses to kill directly.Even though he had put the gun in his hands last time, and let him make a choice in that extreme situation, he still didn't kill the clown, but sent him back to the Ah who had been jailbroken and turned into a sieve. Cam.

——As expected, the clown ran out again.

But it's none of Jason's business for now.

He believes that the guardian of the city and his lovable blue bird will handle it all, and all he has to do is to prove that the path he chose is more correct.

Tonight, he originally planned to solve another gang leader based on the latest clues he found. For this purpose, he waited for the opportunity to come on a street corner.

However, before this opportunity came, he saw a young man sitting on a nearby bench, eating several pieces of cake by himself.

Jason didn't have any superfluous thoughts about this, except that he felt that this young man's figure looked very familiar, and that he was a little disgusted and angry from the bottom of his heart. After all, he was sure he didn't recognize this young man guy.

His only thought was that sitting alone in an empty street eating expensive desserts in dangerous Gotham might be a kind of ridiculous bravery.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the guy to be surrounded by a bunch of typical Gotham junkies who were very drunk.

The young man was sitting on the bench, as if he was completely unaware of the danger coming, he just looked at the group of malicious people with his innocent eyes, and then sat down as if he was frightened. Well, there was no reaction at all.

Jason sighed a little annoyed.

He looked at the time, and it was very close to the time when he was waiting for the small gang leader's transaction node. It stands to reason that he should leave immediately to complete his plan.

It stands to reason so, but...

"Damn." He cursed under his breath.

So he started his own motorcycle, and without saying a word, he knocked away those strong men who were planning to do something wrong, and saved the young man.

He stopped the car in a bad mood, and glanced at the man who had never shown an expression of surprise or fear.

To be honest, this guy's composure took him a little by surprise, maybe it was worth a second of his time to take a closer look.

But just took a look at it.

His attempt to start the motorcycle stopped.

His eyes reflected the guy's light-colored, ruby-red eyes, and his thinking froze for a moment.

……

Like.

so similar.

His facial features, facial features, and figure are exactly the same as the guy who made him hate him to the core.

But, it's not like that.

His demeanor, eyes, movements, and the slightly surprised and even appreciative gaze when he looked at himself were all incompatible with the face in his memory.

The so-called appearance is born from the heart, the eyes of this young man are too clear, like the clear Maya Bay that can be seen at a glance, a person with such eyes, even if there is a dark side in his heart, it will not be too overwhelming.

Then he heard his own voice ask:

"Wait a minute, you...have I seen you somewhere?"

Sounds like a low-level approach, he thought.

But the other party just looked at him with those eyes that were so clean that they seemed to be spotless. Those eyes were extremely beautiful, perhaps not only because of their beautiful shape, but also because of the deep black night sky reflected in those eyes, like There are fireflies dancing with warm light and dying.

The pure eyes seemed to be a gust of wind blowing from nowhere, blowing away the disgusting, strong smell of alcohol and rot in this uninhabited street in an instant.

Then he saw the young man in front of him tilt his head slightly, as if he was looking at him carefully, and then said softly: "It's possible."

What kind of answer is this?

Jason frowned.

He should have left immediately, but it was just a passerby who looked like a clown, so he wouldn't waste so much time.

But for some reason, this guy seems to have some kind of magical power, a kind of magical power that can make people stay on him and can't move away.

It's like someone whispered to him subconsciously that this person can make a difference in your life.

- He can help you achieve everything you want to achieve.

This kind of thought came suddenly, but it was so clear and real that Jason's idea of ​​leaving was gradually suppressed.

So he lowered his head slightly, looked carefully at the young man in front of him whose eyebrows and eyes made him extremely disgusted, emphasized his tone, and asked:

"who are you?"

……

At this moment, Ruby keenly noticed that there seemed to be some strange movements in her body.

She was thinking about listing Jason Todd as the next host, and was thinking of a polite way to get his contact information for follow-up contact.And at this moment, she suddenly felt that the clown consciousness that had been suppressed by her violence began to loosen.

She even heard the incomparable laughter of the clown from deep in her consciousness.

"Oh... good morning, little monster who doesn't keep his word." He said with a smile.

Ruby: ...

Laughter is highly contagious most of the time, but the clown's laugh just makes people want to wear a mask of pain, and then punch him twice to make him wear a mask of pain too.

Ruby: ...well, at this very moment.

System: I think he's pretty good. As a...although it's not so normal, it's barely considered a human creature. It only took him so little time to break through your suppression.

You know, even Sangongmo, who has exceeded the limit of the multiverse, took more than a minute.

Ruby sighed: "It can only be said that it is worthy of the S rank...but fortunately, his energy has been almost maxed out."

Tool man, throw it away when you throw it away, don't have any psychological pressure.

"Oh, what a surprise," the clown said in Ruby's head. "Where did you find... the little bird?"

"Shut up." Ruby tried hard to suppress the clown's consciousness.

"Interesting, your suppression seems to have weakened. Is it because of mental exhaustion?" The clown's voice became farther and closer as the suppression weakened. "It seems that the little monster is not so invulnerable."

Then, Jason standing in front of Ruby suddenly saw this strange guy covering half of his face with one hand.

The red light in his eyes was faintly visible, as if something was about to break through the ground.

Ruby knew that the person in front of him named Jason Todd was probably another enemy of the clown, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted like this...Of course, the possibility of being an old friend or lover is not ruled out.

She didn't want these two hosts to have any conflicts on the street.

So, in Jason's view, the guy in front of him, who looked like a clown, but looked like he was suffering from some kind of illness, closed his eyes, his body trembled, and the corners of his mouth slowed down at an extremely slow speed. Slowly rising.

The moment he closed his eyes.

Jason opened his eyes slightly, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

At the moment when the eyes were no longer covered, a breathless expression, swollen to the extreme and full of thorns, seemed to appear on that face again.

This look almost awakened Jason's already somewhat blurred memory, as if post-traumatic stress disorder, making him reach for the gun at his waist almost instantly.

He didn't know how much willpower it took to barely restrain his urge to shoot immediately, staring at the person in front of him.

Then he saw—

The person who finally opened the corners of his mouth completely and unscrupulously released his purest malice put down his hands covering his eyes, looked at him with a smile, and said in that playful, weird, chant-like tone : "Oh, I'm really not dreaming... The little monster really gave me an exciting surprise. Isn't this a little bird that a bat accidentally raised to death and then flew home by itself?"

Ruby tried hard to suppress the clown's consciousness in his mind, but for some reason, the clown's mind seemed to be in an unprecedentedly excited and active state, and Ruby couldn't suppress it for a while.

Ruby: ...Oops.

Jason pointed the muzzle of the gun at the clown's head without hesitation.

His breathing was stagnant, and his finger was on the trigger, almost pressing it down.

The clown smiled even brighter. He glanced at the place where Bruce was hiding, and said with a smile, "Come on, shoot."

After finishing speaking, he also took the initiative to put his head on the muzzle of the gun, and grabbed the barrel of the gun forcefully: "Drive this way, my cute little bird."

Jason couldn't bear it anymore and kicked the clown's chest, kicking him down on the bench.

"Damn it!" he swore.

What kind of tricks is the clown playing?Is he pretending to be crazy again?

Damn it, he was almost cheated by him just now!

Then he suddenly saw a red light flashing in the clown's eyes, and his tone changed instantly, back to the normal, even slightly soft tone just now: "Wait a minute, don't shoot first!"

She's still inside the clown, so it's useless to shoot her. First, let her increase her fit level from 57% to 60%, and then get out of this guy's body. You can shoot again, okay?

That's three hundred energy!

Jason pretended he didn't hear it at all.

He gritted his teeth and tightened his fingers on the trigger again.

He didn't shoot immediately, not because the clown stopped him suddenly, but because he was standing on the edge of a line drawn by others, hesitating whether to cross it.

A deserted street.

A shrouded fog.

Silent night.

This is a near-perfect environment and location for crime.

He killed the Joker here and no one will know.

The red light in the clown's eyes faded again, and he sat on the bench, grinning at Jason.

Such a smile should never exist in this world.

The clown said, "What's the matter? Why didn't you shoot? Are you scared?"

Jason yelled, "Shut up!"

The clown seemed to have not heard, and continued: "Oh, it seems that the last incident still didn't make you remember. Are you still trying to please Batman? He has obviously given up on you, hasn't he?"

No one could see Jason's expression.

But the muscles in his hand holding the gun became more tense at this moment.

Obviously, he was on the verge of breaking out.

The clown looked at him with a smile, because he knew that the finger would be snapped off in the next second without hesitation.

But he has little monsters around, and he won't die.

But this little bird is not necessarily so.

He has always been walking on the boundary line of the cliff, as long as he crosses that step... Presumably the expression of the bat will be quite exciting.

At this moment, a bat dart was shot from Jason's back, and with a soft sound, it pierced into the back of the wooden chair next to the clown's ear.

Jason turned around abruptly.

At this moment, the night of Gotham fell from top to bottom like a turbulent dark tide, covering the faint light emitted by the street lamps.The pitch-black cloak was wrapped in a damp and icy wind, and the sharp corners of the tail swept over the fine dust in the air, before falling soundlessly to the ground.

Jason looked at Batman who was watching him, but still took a step towards the Joker, silent and firm.

His gun was on the clown's head.