When Chaoying meets Little Siren

Jason isn't home.

Jason is actually not a person with a lot of free time. He goes out at irregular times, sometimes at eight in the morning and sometimes at ten in the evening.

But Jason taught Val to turn on the TV.

Sometimes Val will watch animation, such as Rick and Morty, The Little Mermaid.

She thinks Rick is so cool.

...and the little mermaid's tail is not as pretty as hers.

She was watching the Little Mermaid jumping into the sea, when the animation was interrupted suddenly, a snowflake screen appeared on the screen, and after a few seconds, a face appeared in front of the camera.

It was a man with green hair whose face was pale with paint, and the corners of his bright red mouth almost stretched below his ears.

His makeup was more exaggerated than the clown makeup she had seen a few days ago, so exaggerated that it made people feel uncomfortable.

Weier changed her position on the sofa, subconsciously shrinking back into the backrest.

"Hmm, cough cough."

The clown cleared his throat exaggeratedly, and raised his head high, "Can you hear that? Residents of Gotham City?"

There was direct light from top to bottom hitting his face, illuminating a grinning mask.

He holds a mic in his hand and stands pompously like a talk show host.

The background is very dark, so I can't see where it is.

There was a whimpering sound, like someone whose mouth was gagged.

"Hello? Batboy, is Batboy watching? Oh, look, look what I brought you."

The lights snapped off, and at the same time the bright lights around him came on.

——It was a fully tied adult man in a red top and green shorts, with a black R on his left chest.

Who is that?

Val rolled the blanket into her arms and hugged her tightly.

what is this?

The man struggled, squirming on the floor.

The clown stepped forward and ripped the tape off the man's mouth.

"Sweetheart, my baby, tell everyone, who are you?"

"Robin is not dead!" Blood was torn from his lips by the rough action, and his eyes were full of fear, but this fear gave him courage, and he roared hoarsely: "We will not—"

There was a gun in his mouth.

boom.

Val shuddered, her eyes widening.

what happened?

"it's a pity."

The clown knelt down and wiped the bloody gun on the man's clothes with regret.

Wipe one side clean, turn the gun body again, and wipe the other side slowly.

"—and now Robin is dead."

"Babes, sweethearts, I'm sure smart kids won't learn from this bad kid, right?"

He licked his lips, his tone tender.

"Bat, my sweet little bat. This was supposed to be a story between the two of us."

He said affectionately, making a heart on his chest with both hands.

"—But!" He raised his right hand fiercely, and made a gesture of R in sign language.

"You, you betrayed me. Oh my Batboy, when did we allow a third person to intervene between us?"

The clown laughed oddly. "I still remember your little red bird, what a lively little mockingbird."

"Do you remember how you carried his limp corpse out of the warehouse?"

Weier almost curled up on the sofa.

She can't find the remote.

This person, this person felt too depressing to her.

She just wants to turn it off, right now—

"Dong dong dong."

Someone knocked on the door.

Val shrank in again.

She was about to cry, and with a sob in her throat, she looked towards the door.

The door was still ringing, politely and rhythmically, and the sound was controlled and the score was perfect.

She didn't want to open the door, she didn't want, she didn't—

Will it be Jason?Jason, Jason...

The sound from the TV continued.

"No no no, it won't be the only one, my dear knight, this ending will belong to all your fans, why not?"

The voice distorted by the secondary processing of electronic equipment suddenly became clear in the ear.

The warm and humid heat is like a slippery snake.

"Sweetheart, my beauty, are you looking at me?"

She was not given a chance to turn back.

A small dark room.

It reminded her of the dark dungeon she had been locked in before.

Weier moved her hands and feet tentatively, her hands were tied behind her back, and her ankles were tied tightly with ropes.

Her head hurts, especially the back of her head, a dull pain like something in her head being stirred by a wooden stick.

Thick darkness surrounded her, as if at any moment something hidden in the shadow would jump out and devour her whole body.

"you're awake?"

A gentle voice sounded in the darkness.

Wei Er subconsciously rubbed towards the corner until she reached the corner, and there was no way to retreat.

Eyes that had gradually adapted to the darkness saw a vague human silhouette.

"Don't be afraid, I'm Red Robin."

"Red Robin...what is it?" She subconsciously asked.

The voice was silent for a while.

"And do you know Batman?"

said the voice.

Val thought about it.

"Bat... sy?" she said honestly.

The clown said so.

The man fell silent again.

After a while, he sighed.

"Do you remember how you were kidnapped? You don't know anything, how could he involve you?"

"I was at home and saw that person appear on TV." Weier said that she was trying to organize her language. Vocabulary can rely on memory, and grammar depends on her long-term sense of language.

Even if he was taken to this strange place in such a rough way, it seemed that if he was not alone, he would not be so scared.

"And then his voice, behind me." Val said, her voice trembling a little.

It seemed that the other party also realized that this time and place made her recall this a bit reluctantly, so she quickly changed the subject.

"What's your name?"

Val hesitated.

"...Val."

"A beautiful name, Whale, isn't it?" the other party said, with a relaxed voice, as if this is not a warehouse, but an afternoon coffee shop. The warm sunlight shines warmly on the white round wooden table through the glass windows.

"Yes, Alice gave me the name." Weier became a little more excited, and subconsciously moved her hands, but her hands were tightly tied, and her mood sank again.

"Is Alice?"

"My favorite admin!"

Not a librarian, not a warehouse keeper.

And is a favorite admin.

It shows that there is more than one administrator, and there are doubts about the management.

Red Robin's mind was spinning rapidly.

He was captured by an ambush attack while doing a mission. He counted the time, and it was probably more than twelve hours.

And an hour ago, this little girl was thrown in.

The person captured by the clown will not be someone with a simple identity.

So the question is who is this girl related to?

The Joker's target is none other than Batman.

This stubborn lunatic always targets Batman every time.

But this girl doesn't even know who Batman is.

"Then now," Red Robin said vaguely, "do you still have administrators by your side?"

Now the girl was silent.

"He said, you can't tell, give it to anyone." The little girl said sullenly.

Red Robin noticed the masculine pronoun she was using.

So he is a male, engaged in a job that cannot be mentioned on the surface, perhaps a high-risk job, and he is trying to avoid getting involved with the people around him.

Mercenaries, secret forces, or... vigilantes.

Also related to Batman.

Red Robin's first thought was Nightwing.

He didn't know if the clown had installed cameras or bugs in the room, and all information exchanges and temptations could only be done in moderation.

Although he really felt that the clown had almost stripped their family's vest off.

But what's amazing is that the clown never reveals anything, and doesn't even consider it a secret at all.

The struggle between Batman and the Joker has never stopped. Most of the time the Joker fails, but Batman also loses. He once fell into the hands of the Joker, but his mask has not been lifted.

The Joker is not interested in the humans beneath the batsuit, but in what the batsuit represents.

He teases that, and laughs wildly, trying to pull that shiny thing into the abyss he's in.

It's just a game he thinks he's playing with Batman.

He had no interest in that blunt, always smug Brucey baby.

"Are you afraid?"

Val nodded decisively and honestly.

Red Robin choked on her crispness.

"I don't like it, clown," Val said.

The little girl's voice was soft and tender, it sounded like she wouldn't be very old, her voice change period hadn't passed yet, she was eleven or twelve years old at most, and she still had a naive and childish ignorance.

She is still so small.

thought Red Robin.

Most of the eleven or twelve-year-old children have never been in contact with death, and they don't know how far away it is.

The Joker didn't kill them, he wouldn't do such a thing, in his words, "That would be—boring."

There must be other things waiting for them behind.

His belt and props were all taken away, and his hands were tied behind his back.

Can only stand still.

There was a rustling sound in the distance.

The sound is approaching.

Red Robin guessed that the girl slowly moved over.

The warm and soft body is attached to himself.

"If you're scared too..."

The little girl said stumblingly, her voice was a little timid.

"...we can go back to back."

Red Robin, who was still calculating the possibility of successful escape in his mind, remembered that the person trapped in this place with him was a little girl who logically hadn't even graduated from junior high school.

He sighed in his heart, and changed the subject of his mouth.

"Val, did you know that there is a legend in Gotham..."

The little girl was indeed attracted: "Huh?"

"In July every year, there will always be a group of little penguin dolls released from the toy factory. They are so bad that they peck at anyone..."

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