[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

No.

Can't do that.

Jack,? Be sober.

No.

You will fall.

He wants to stain your heart.

Resist him, he is tempting you.

you can not.

Don't fall into his trap.

This is crime.

We do not have the right to decide whether another person lives or dies.

As long as you cross the line, you will be assimilated by the clown.

You will become a devil!

kill.

A word that often appears in front of Jack.

It appeared most often in his mouth,? It was the sentence "You can't kill,? Once the bottom line is broken, you will slip into the abyss."

Jack listened to it over and over again, and was advised over and over again,? Hearing it made his ears callous.The contents of those admonitions are similar, and the tone is roughly the same. Everyone admonishes him with the same tone, as if he is an ignorant Adam. If he is not careful, he will be tempted by a poisonous snake, eat the forbidden fruit, and degenerate into a devil. He can no longer turn back .

Hearing such words too much? Jack can't help but think of a question: What does it feel like to kill someone?

The guard of Arkham Asylum occasionally chats with Jack, he has an elderly father, a healthy wife and a teenage daughter,? When Jack chats with him and relaxes, he wonders what it would be like to kill this ordinary man ?What does it look like with a knife?What is it like to use poison gas?What would the blood look like?When he realizes that he must die, what will he think of?What kind of expression do you have?cry?laugh?anger?hatred?despair?Do you keep struggling and act according to your survival instinct?Or begging for mercy like a dog?Will he remember all the conversations he had with Jack, and find a reason for himself to be killed?Will he call his daughter by her nickname, and remember the bedtime story she told her a few days ago?If Jack mentioned his father, his beloved wife, and his beloved daughter, and said to him, "Your family can't live", what kind of eyes would he show?

If this dedicated guard with a sense of humor died in such a meaningless and disgraceful way, and the murderer was not brought to trial, what expression would his family members have?What kind of funeral would they arrange for him?To what extent will a father who has lost a son, and a wife who has lost a husband, grieve?What will his daughter grow up in the absence of her father?They'll hate Jack for life, and how long will it take for this downtrodden family to let their wounds heal?

This inhuman contemplation ends with Jack forcing himself to stop, as he suddenly finds himself so fascinated by it that he completely forgets about the passage of time.He looked at the guards and doctors passing by, and silently pictured how they were cut open in his mind. Even if it was just a fantasy, hurting others still brought him joy beyond imagination.Worst of all, while he was thinking about this, he didn't hear the clown laugh, or dream of the green-haired lunatic, who seemed to have completely disappeared from him.

He doesn't egg him on.The clown always fiddles with his tongue and says tricky words to sow discord, but when Jack really hesitates to murder, the clown will become extremely quiet and stop playing fancy tricks. Devilishly cruel, Jack soon understood the meaning behind the silence: he wanted Jack's every decision to come from his heart.

Jack, see yourself, follow your desires, make your choices, and live with the consequences.

At this moment, there was a rustling electric wave sound from Jack's communicator, and then the distorted and deformed Batman called: "Jack."

"Connected?" Jack opened his arms and stood in front of Yichao, the snow-white light stretched his shadow into a dark cross, "I thought the shielding authority could last at least 5 minutes, but you cracked it Much faster than I thought, like you didn't expect my ability to manipulate the comm channel--Bat, we've never really known each other, have we?"

Batman exchanged a look with the unrighteous bat who was flying a fighter plane next to him: "Jack, I know what you want to do, don't do it, you will never turn back."

"I've had enough of it. 'You'll never turn back', 'You'll turn into a clown', 'You'll lose yourself', 'Can't cross the line' and yet, I have no empathy, no shame without feeling guilty about anything that hurts another, without suffering from the pain others feel because of me, and if murder cost nothing to me, I would do it without hesitation and with pleasure." Jack's voice was so calm that it was frightening, "Here's the joke, the superman in this world is right, I'm as evil as the clown."

Batman glanced aside, and the unrighteous bat said to him silently with his lips: "There are still 8 minutes to reach the Fortress of Solitude, hold him back."

"No, Jack, it's not evil, it's a mental illness. You've got to fight the Joker, he wants you to be a devil like him so he can corrupt you."

Jack suddenly smiled: "Bat, this is where your judgment is wrong. The clown didn't assimilate me, he didn't have that ability, or didn't want to do it. His hope of keeping me alive is stronger than anyone, anyone — even surpassed you. He whispers in my ear every day, just want to tell me one thing. "

"one thing?"

"Yeah, what he was trying to tell me was that it wasn't that he made me 'become a devil', but that he made me think of 'I was a devil'."

"What do you think your wife will look like when she sees you turned into a clown?"

"Bat, I don't remember the face of Jenny and me in the past. Whether Jenny is my fantasy or a real existence, there is only one thing for sure." Jack paused, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "The present I am no longer suitable to go back to being a husband and father."

Jack's cold laughter came from the other end of the communicator, distorted by the new communication number full of electric sounds.Batman gritted his teeth, he seemed to see the lunatic with green hair and purple suit sitting in front of him and sneered strangely at him.The Joker is always playing disgusting and vile tricks, trampling over and over again the most precious things in people, removing the rug from under his feet when he is about to reach the end, and laughing loudly and maliciously, mocking Batman for thinking he has a mission , Laughing at Batman for still having hope in this city, Laughing at Batman for thinking that he and himself are not hopeless.Now the clown is going to take Jack away and let him listen to the phone the whole time.And he heard it again, the clown seemed to be sitting beside him, leaning against his ear, making a cold laugh.

"You know you can't save him, right? You don't have the confidence to save him, so you can only prolong the time he slides towards me. The proof is that you still have a dozen antidotes for the clown gas, because it will come in handy sooner or later. I'll be back someday," said his imaginary clown. "Look at you doing Sisyphus again, pushing a rock to the top of a hill knowing it's going to slide down. As long as there's a bad day , he will be crazy like me, but you can't watch him forever, you have your own life, there are many people who are more important than Jack, but we don't. We only have each other, and we will always be each other."

No, clown.

Maybe it is true as you said, as long as Gotham still stands, you will not die, you will always come back.Even if I kill you, Gotham will give me something worse and more evil.But just like the city will always have a Joker, Gotham will always have a Batman.

"Jack, listen to me, everyone has darkness inside, and so do I. When I was eight years old, I used to tail the prison wagon of the man who rhymed and killed my parents after a trial. Shoot him to avenge my parents, but in the end I gave up. I can't be a criminal, and my parents would never want me to kill people. We all have violent thoughts, as long as they are not carried out, there is no shame in Batman. Make sure that Jack is listening, maybe he has taken off or turned off the communicator, and Jack's status cannot be seen from the display.

After being busy with the sound system for a long time, Batman turned on the noise filtering system, and there was no gunshot heard from the rustling electronic sound. Finally, Jack's voice came from the noise: "Batman, when you are looking at the clown, what are you doing?" Resist yourself from killing him?"

"Killing him is just following his will. He is not afraid of death, let alone torture. I still stick to the principle. For him, it is more terrible than death." Batman said, "Jack, put down the gun in your hand. Believe me, what hurts the fallen Superman more than death is seeing you as a clown half higher than him."

It seemed like a full century had passed, and after a long silence, Batman finally heard the sound of him unloading the magazine, and there was a crisp sound of metal hitting metal.Jack withdrew the green kryptonite bullet and threw it beside Yichao. The ghostly green lighted up Yichao's blue eyes.He originally planned to put the bullet into Yichao's chest and end the latter's life completely, but he didn't do it after all. When his finger was pulling the trigger, Jack heard a deep sigh , too distorted, more like a lowly mockery.

"You're as good at trickery and deception as the clown," Jack said with a long sigh.

Batman replied: "You are a neat person. If you really made up your mind, you would shoot Superman right away. But you didn't do that, and you connected to my communication because you wanted to listen to my advice." You, you know the murder was wrong and you're just hesitating. It's all over now, just wait there, we'll be there in a minute."

"Bat, in fact, I came this time because I just wanted to show something to the fallen Superman. I cooperated with their Flashman and told Louise Lane about this Superman, and then asked her to write a letter to Letter from this Superman. It was revenge for crushing my shoulder, but when I walked into the Fortress of Solitude and saw him, I had only one thought left." Jack paused here for a moment, " That is 'Let me kill him, no matter how degenerate he is, I am willing'."

Before Batman could decide on his words, he heard him continue talking, as if he had denied it for a long time, and when he was finally willing to admit it, Panasonic said, "Come on, I'm really out of my mind."