Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Jennifer started getting bombarded with all kinds of text messages.

Being attacked is a big event for a public figure. Not only the acquaintances in the circle are concerned, but even people who have only casual acquaintances have sent greetings and blessings. As for the management team, they are completely in shock and anxiety.

She pressed the maha three-way phone in the car, and only remembered to call back when she got back to the apartment.Because the whole incident was a disaster for her, the female manager only urged her to use her social account to report safety to her fans after half an hour of relief.

The second Brian who answered the phone was more concise and clear. He gave her two instructions, "the bodyguards will be here soon" and "don't talk to the reporter", then hung up the phone and focused on directing the public relations team to deal with emergencies .

Originally, Jennifer was a certain victim, but she didn't behave like a victim. The usual images of "tough guy" and "big sister" are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and public opinion has become a strange dual world of ice and fire.

Some people think that it is natural to use all strength to protect themselves after being attacked, and it is in line with the "law of no concessions"; others think that fanatical fans have not caused any real harm, and they use extreme methods-especially big stars use extreme methods It will spoil other young people.

This society requires perfection from public figures.

Three hours after the attack, several forces joined forces to suppress the news reports to be relatively objective, but the video of Jennifer hitting people with a chair was still uploaded everywhere on social platforms, and many netizens shouted "good job", " So handsome", meanwhile, negative news and doubts are flying everywhere.

Jennifer only reported that she was safe and did not come forward to say more.

She has always been calm - as a star, these days she has seen too many strong mouthed kings who stand up and talk without back pain, keyboard warriors who come up indiscriminately, and crooked people who always like to use "though but" in sentences The ass is just right.In the face of a silly [beep——], it's useless to hold your breath.

"Like I was supposed to stand there and get beaten."

On the third night, Jennifer sat barefoot on the carpet and complained to Leonardo who called for condolences. Bruce passed by, threw a thick towel on her wet head, and then calmly talked to the video. The handsome guy in the middle met his eyes.

"Can you imagine?" Jennifer pulled the towel away and imitated exaggeratedly, "That pervert dressed like a terrorist, with eyes like the gangster boss in a police movie, with his hands in his pockets, rushed up and sprayed me like this. Not to mention the end, while spraying, he also said that he is my fiancé, loves me to death, and wants to take me away."

Alfred coughed lightly.

Jennifer looked up and lip-synced "I mean it".

"Then I bumped into some places in self-defense, and hit him twice with a chair, but now I am the one who is criticized?" She continued, "To be reasonable, how do I know that the gas is a bad smell? What if What about some kind of mental gas that makes a person confess all their sex records from childhood to adulthood? Or a chemical gas that instantly drives a person crazy and disfigured? This is Gotham."

Now even Bruce is feigning a cough.

"You are discriminating against the region." Gotham Prince said solemnly.

Jennifer looked up again and mouthed "I'm telling the truth" and "Fuck off".

Leonardo on the video call reassured: "Relax girl, this is what this hellish world is like."

He seemed to be pouring orange juice in Nakajima just now, and now he was walking towards the bedroom, a lot of details were casually exposed on the screen.

There was a pair of women's slippers at the door of the bedroom, a curling iron dropped on the floor at the entrance, exercise pants and loose pajamas were thrown randomly on the small sofa, which made people think of the number one Hollywood scandal that was raging a while ago.

The story that Leonardo DiCaprio and the two women had to tell—of course, at the end of the story, Blake Lively won a big victory and was recognized as the real girlfriend.

"Yeah." Jennifer breathed out through her nose.

Now the young people on the Internet are relatively normal, and the older community is full of unreasonable comments, such as "Although the fanatic fans are annoying, but he didn't really cause any harm", and "Although this man is not Like a nice guy, but the way Davies smashed him also looked crazy", and "It's so violent, and the kids are yelling cool, I'm afraid they will follow suit and fight in school".

She really wanted to say: If all your children learn from me, at least they won't be killed when they are attacked.

"Don't think about it, huh?" Leonardo put the empty cup on the cabinet, "You didn't kill him, what's the matter with hitting him twice? Even if you do kill him, it's not illegal, it's better than making trouble like... ...they are fine like that.” The space pause probably wanted to give examples of some unfortunate stars.

He just mentioned "killing" casually, but Jennifer and Bruce looked at each other and fell silent.

After pulling out the clown card, the two of them analyzed the farce again, trying to figure out why the clown chose her as a breakthrough.Alfred, who was watching, put forward a brand-new insight: Maybe the clown's original intention was to see self-defense killing.

At that time, if Clark Kent hadn't stopped in time, she would definitely have killed her when the fanatic fans pressed the memory card for the third time.Jennifer knows her fighting experience and the damage a chair can do to people. It is not difficult to kill someone by hitting the head.

If she really killed the attacker, and Director Gordon came in afterwards to prove that he was mentally ill and that he was holding harmless gas, endless troubles would follow.

The law of non-concession guarantees that citizens can engage in fatal combat with attackers, but public opinion has two different sets of standards for the general public and public figures.

The short sentence "killed someone" will affect her career, and the pressure of killing people and the pressure of public opinion at the same time can even easily destroy a person.

Jennifer sneered in her heart.

She remembered this super criminal.

The clown is good at playing tricks on people's hearts, and the whole venue was played around by him.And he's dangerous enough that even a warning card will make Bruce suspicious all day long, wishing he could surround the apartment with bat technology.

Regardless of why the Joker planned the attack around her—whether he was purely targeting the "Prince of Gotham," or genuinely suspected that Bruce was part of Batman's social ties, or even Batman himself—think It's a wrong decision to achieve the goal by hitting her.

Jennifer is not a princess waiting to be rescued in a tower.

Never.

She has never been regarded as a bad person who will not fight back or hold grudges.

"Jenny, what are you thinking?" Leonardo asked.

"It's nothing." Jennifer squinted her eyes and said indifferently, "I wish I could carry a gun when I go out, but unfortunately we are not free enough for that. Guess what, Bruce won't let me go out now, it's a big man doctrine!"

"Oh—you're not allowed to go out——" Leonardo repeated in a particularly embarrassing tone, "Why are you not allowed to go out? The legs are on your body, so he can't tie you to the waistband, right? Besides, even I know that your movie is about to be released, so does he still plan to accompany you around the whole promotional season? It's so sweet."

"Shut up before I strangle your birthday present this year, Leo," Jennifer warned.It was a small silver-blue lizard, a new pet species obtained by someone from South America. It shone like a gemstone under the light, and even Maha, who claimed to be allergic to four-legged snakes, loved it like an eyeball.

The senior reptile enthusiast at the other end of the video made a zipper gesture and continued to turn the topic back to relief.

"In short," he said, "everyone will forget everything after a while. Those scumbags who take drugs and rape are all glamorous. What is your trivial matter? Isn't it just going to the police station? You were summoned for tax evasion They are still alive and kicking. Which star hasn't committed any crimes."

"This is my first time entering a police station." Jennifer said with a straight face.

"No wonder, it's inevitable that you will be nervous for the first time." Playboy Mr. DiCaprio subconsciously said.

Jennifer: "..."

She hung up the phone with a snap.

This is indeed the first time she has entered the police station in her past and present lives, and she felt very bad when she went to take the record yesterday morning.

Anyone wants to solve their troubles quickly, but once they have a hunch that this trouble will not be shaken off for a while, someone will warn them again and again, and everyone around them is like a tense piano. Warning like strings, sometimes it really drives people crazy.

Jennifer went to the police station with Bruce yesterday.

The design of the Gotham Police Station is very old. You have to go through high steps to enter the door. Moss is crawling on parts of the outer wall. There is a huge round plaque hanging in the middle of the iron shelf on the top of the main entrance. eagle.

Director Jim Gordon was busy with important tasks, but he still found time to come and ask in the middle of the transcript.

At that time, Jennifer was patiently answering questions over and over again, while the young female police officer was asking suspiciously over and over again, she was so confused.The cop acted like a peacock with only a lime in his mouth the whole time—the kind of veiled jealousy meant for her, the bad fawning meant for Bruce.

This is no way.

Master Wayne has regained his image by virtue of his brilliant performance. His current personality is no longer a "soft-hearted soft-hearted scumbag who can only talk big", but "barely useful at critical moments and with a little sincerity." A soft-hearted scumbag who is willing to risk his life for his real girlfriend."

When the officer asked for the same detail for the tenth time, Commissioner Gordon entered the room.

Jennifer laughed immediately.

She had never seen a human being able to get up and lower his head and change his face at such an electric shock speed.

"Is everything all right?" Commissioner Gordon asked gravely.

"Very good." Jennifer answered slowly, playing with her nails.

The young police officer was waved back by his immediate superior, and before going out, he still maintained his businesslike face, leaving only a hooked look in his eyes.Jennifer glanced to the side amusedly. Although Young Master Wayne was sitting on the stool and turning his pen, his Adam's apple rolling up and down and his calm and quiet appearance betrayed his inner uneasiness. .

This actor is always good at acting.

Jim Gordon didn't notice the weird atmosphere in the interview room at all. He pressed his temple with a headache, and his other hand slid across the note, stopped and knocked on the table.

"Wayne's already told me everything, so, cards, right? The Joker has given the GCPD a lot of trouble, and I hate to admit it, but he's really slippery, the best of my guys." The police were unable to track him down."

Exposing the clown playing cards is a countermeasure discussed by the two.

Jennifer insists that the first thing normal people do when they find something like this is to report it to the police, even for private celebrities.The clown is a well-known lunatic, only the police can protect his personal safety, so he shouldn't expect the lawyer team and public relations team to carry the gun himself.

"I'm sorry that this happened to you in Gotham," Director Gordon continued.

"I don't know why he came to me." Jennifer admitted honestly.

"You think it's strange, but I'm not surprised." Jim Gordon seemed to be getting more and more headaches, "The clown is a lunatic, let alone you, and none of those who have been approached by him know why. Except the psychiatrist , The idea of ​​a lunatic is not something ordinary people can understand, otherwise the world will be full of lunatics."

Jennifer smiled again to save face.

They left the inquiry room together, and the director personally sent the two to the stairs and gave advice before parting.

"Be careful, Miss Davis." He said earnestly, "The clown will not be satisfied with a half-win game, you'd better strengthen your security during this time, let the agent hire some bodyguards for you-you know Yes, the kind of team that stars have. Don’t go out if you can, and the most important thing is not to get close to fans for the time being. Sometimes it’s not a good thing to have airs.”

He was presumably alluding to the historical incidents in which fans attacked celebrities to their deaths.

This was the second time Jennifer had heard the argument of not going out, not to mention that Bruce was still showing deep approval in his eyes. She suppressed the turbulent thoughts in her heart and thanked the chief of police for his kindness.

The couple walked downstairs in silence to the corner of the hall.

Knowing that there were reporters outside, Jennifer signaled Bruce to stop, and began to rummage through the satchel for the mirror and lipstick to check his appearance.Master Wayne's bodyguards were already waiting at the door, working with the police to keep the reporters behind the line of interception.

Soft bags are not very good for flipping things through.

After rummaging through several times, only tissues, keys and earphones were found, Bruce felt a little amused.He simply took off the bag from his shoulder, and let Jennifer grab it by himself, while he looked at the environment on the first floor.

Then his movements froze.

Jennifer, who had just grabbed the mirror, quickly noticed the anomaly. She zipped up her satchel, first looked up at her "boyfriend", and then followed his gaze, trying to figure out what the anomaly was—

There was a tall young man at the front desk of the police station.

He half leaned on the marble countertop and chatted with the person on duty, with an old-fashioned briefcase on his back and a notebook and pencil in his hand.A few familiar and unfamiliar words faintly came from that corner, first it was "Joker", then there were "Ficoni" and several other names and locations, Jennifer recognized them, these were all criminals captured by Batman some time ago and Destroyed stronghold.

"Clark?" she called hesitantly.

Mr. Kent immediately stopped talking and turned around. When he saw who was coming, the expression on his face became unspeakable, and his palm mechanically wiped the seam of his trousers a few times.

"Hey," he said uneasily, "I mean—I didn't expect—well, how are you. It's a nice day, Mr. Wayne. Are you feeling better today, Miss Davis?"

nice weather?

It was cloudy outside.

Jennifer looked at him suspiciously for a while, and decided not to argue with her "benefactor".She enthusiastically went up to shake hands with the little reporter, showed him a sincere smile, and said, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern and help, Mr. Kent. "

"Clark," Kent insisted.

"Well, thank you, Clark." Jennifer nodded, "I didn't expect to meet you here... It seems that those colleagues waiting outside are not as lucky as you."

"I'm not here to follow you." Kent wrinkled his nose. "Actually, I'm working in the social edition now, and the entertainment edition has nothing to do with me."

That statement earned him a cold stare from Bruce. "We should go, Jenny," he said.

"Okay, okay." Jennifer responded casually, and then turned to the little reporter, "Well, Clark, can you give me your mailing address so that I can have your suit jacket delivered to me? Or do you want me to directly Send it to the Daily Planet?"

"It's not that troublesome." Bruce snorted.His hand was reaching for the lining of his suit, and from Jennifer's knowledge of "Bruce," that gesture usually meant only one thing: that he was about to call for someone to deliver his torn checkbook.

Before he could really do this, the little reporter waved his hand first, "Don't bother, Miss Davis, it's okay." After saying this, he immediately glanced outside the door and was greeted by a large number of paparazzi And the reporter was taken aback. "It's you—you might as well go through the back door." He said very, very hesitantly. "I think you'd better not go out casually. It would be very dangerous."

"This is at the police station." Jennifer raised her eyebrows.

"How do you know?" At the same time, Bruce took a step forward.

"Well... I'm a reporter on the society page, and I've seen a lot of cases where this kind of lunatic—I mean clown, has some follow-up—that's what they say anyway." He said quickly, listening My tongue is almost tied up, and I don't know where to move my hands and feet.

"Thank you for your kindness," Jennifer said.She pulled Bruce beside her, turned and walked towards a police officer, letting him lead the two of them to the ultimate escape through the back door.

She glanced back as the door closed.

Clark Kent was still standing there, like a silent watchman.

***

From this day on, Jennifer suffers from 【Do not go out PTSD】.

Not even a moment's peace in the apartment.

Like the first Friday evening after the accident.

"Better not go," Bruce said at the time, turning the pages of the book.

"It's unreasonable." Jennifer said at the time while confirming the worksheet.

Alfred shuttled back and forth between the two ends of the room very hard, placing Earl Gray tea with bergamot oil and chocolate shortbread, which is said to be effective in relieving stress, in front of the two "hosts" respectively.

Jennifer nodded tenderly to the old housekeeper, and then plunged into the sea of ​​work again.

Maha sent a contact itinerary for the cover shoot. This time, there are not only indoor studios, but also some outdoor spots. It will take about three or four places, including cities and suburban forests.

It was supposed to be nothing.

However, the Clown Solitaire made Bruce feel like the weather in March, or like a girl influenced by hormones.His distaste for clowns was so unheard of that Jennifer almost suspected he would sue anyone who sold both green and purple curtains.

She knew what he was upset and worried about.

The more exaggerated the identity of "Bruce", the better it is to cover up another identity, but once someone can break through the fog and touch the corner of the truth, "Bruce" and anyone related to "Bruce" will be in crisis.

"The clown is extremely dangerous." Young Master Wayne admitted, "Batman has dealt with him a few times, and he will try to hurt you as much as possible, not just hurt, he will try to destroy you as much as possible."

At the time, he was sorting out the files on the criminal.

"Can I take a look?" Jennifer was suddenly a little curious.

Two years ago, there was a very good book about a serial killer. She rejected it at the time, but thinking about it now has a bit of aftertaste.

She has played many villains in her acting career, but this is the first time she has encountered a type like the Joker.Judging from the narratives of people around him, the clown doesn't care about justice and evil at all, and he doesn't have a position or camp view at all. He treats criminals and associates sometimes even worse.

What is his purpose?Pure chaos, having fun, Jennifer thought?

Hearing this request, Bruce froze for a moment, staring at her with an unfathomable look.It is rare to see him vacillating on one matter, but the silence in the room did last for a long time, until he pursed his lips, swiped his fingers in mid-air, and sent the information on the laptop to her mobile phone superior.

These are some of the cases that the police have sorted out and released to the public, and there are a small number of information that can be found as long as you look for it.As for those really dangerous things, Bruce didn't mean to share at all, and Jennifer didn't mean to risk herself at all.

What she has access to now is enough for her to make a judgment.

"This man... looks dangerous," she said cautiously.

The clown reminded her of those guys in the doomsday world screaming for the last feast. They regard the whole earth as a game field, all civilians as players, and playing with people's hearts as a carnival. Killing and torture are just optional means, not end.

"Stay away from him if you know the danger." Bruce said slowly.He bent down to plug in the power plug that had been given away, and the action must have pulled some wounds, because he stopped immediately.

He has more and more injuries these days.

Jennifer sighed softly, and walked over to help him insert the plug tightly. "I want to be safe, too, but I have to work, sir, and not everyone has the luck that Jamie Gertz has."

Jamie Gertz is a famous actress in Hollywood. What makes her famous is different from others, that is, she married Tony Ressler, a rich man, and directly added money to her account books. 20 billion net worth.

Bruce glanced at her, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

"Well," he said at last, "don't go where it's dangerous."

"Please, be fair, Bruce." Jennifer patted his cushion angrily, "Do I look like a fool in your eyes? I don't 'choose' to go to dangerous places, and I don't stand Anyone in the center of Times Square who yells that I have a relationship with Batman and wants to kill me, kill me!"

Alfred hid his smile by clearing his throat.

Bruce glared at her.

***

Five days later, Jennifer wished she could go back to the past and rip her mouth that was standing on Flag.

"VOGUE" invited the famous photographer Paul Roversi for the October issue. This master in the photography industry has a very approachable personality. He looks like the grandfather next door who is holding a cup of coffee and looking at the scenery.This "grandfather next door" may live next door, but he has always been gifted by God in art, and is called the magician of light and shadow by many people.All the works born from those hands are extraordinary and refined, with a unique style that cannot be imitated by others, which may also be related to his insistence on only using Polaroid cameras for decades.

However, it was this world-renowned team of photographers who handed her a shooting itinerary form after meeting in the studio at the headquarters, which clearly stated the destinations for the cover shooting.

Jennifer took the form, and the first stop written on the paper made her eyes go dark——

Times Square, New York, USA.