[comprehensive] villain friend

Gotham reflection【3】

Only those who have secrets in their hearts can guess the secrets in our hearts.

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"So, what did you come to my city to seek?—my...friend."

"Before the conversation, I have a question." Dolores ignored the clown's inexplicable question, but opened another topic, "——Is the penis on your body fake?"

"Fake?" The clown tilted his head and repeated in a strange way, "...What gave you this illusion?"

"I thought that if you want to threaten others, you should install a control bomb?" Dolores was a little unsure, she frowned, and asked the question again as if very seriously, "For example, the button control bomb, you can threaten If others are disobedient, you press it... Why is it? It makes me feel a little fake..."

"Because I hate wasting time." The clown replied half-truthfully, "I want to use a 'timer' that cannot be ignored to warn those fools not to waste my time."

"...Oh, well." Dolores tilted her head, "So this is a real bomb that can go off?"

"Of course, without a doubt."

"Hmm...well, I'm totally indifferent..." Dolores smiled lightly and shrugged slightly, "But I'm not sure if you mind....it's 40 seconds before it explodes ..."

clown:"……"

He lowered his head, and the bright red numbers had already started to flash.

"...Wow," he deadpanned, "I almost forgot—you don't mind," he glanced at Dolores, who was very relaxed, "Okay—you don't mind I'll take care of this, shall I?"

"Of course." Dolores held up a hand, "Please feel free."

……

By the time the clown finished dismantling the bomb, the mysterious atmosphere that had been created had disappeared.Dolores waited all day, resting her face on one hand, watching the clown quietly.

The clown narrowed his eyes and grinned: "Oh, I did not judge wrong...you are the same as me—"

Dolores frowned.

"When I saw you the first time, I knew that you, like me, we are all wandering on the edge of the world, we have no sense of belonging to this world... Even though I love this city, I know I don't belong It, and you, too, in whom I see no attachment, or fear, not even death—everyone has his weakness, justice, interest, affection—but our kind are invincible, because we have mastered Truth, we have nothing to fear, and fate has nothing against us—"

The clown laughed lowly, with provocative eyes: "...that's really interesting, isn't it?"

"That doesn't sound like much fun, you know, I've always considered myself a sort of nice guy."

"As long as you bind yourself with meaningless morality for a day, you will keep implying that you are a good person. If a person subconsciously avoids her wound, he will never be able to discover the secret hidden behind the wound... Isn't this the truth? ?"

Dolores froze for a moment, she blinked to avoid the clown's gaze, and said sarcastically, "Oh my God! You 'really' know me... after knowing me for less than an hour. "

"Because I was like you a long time ago." The clown leaned forward and moved closer to Dolores, "I also deluded myself into thinking that the wound didn't exist - but it didn't... see my scar Is it?" He showed Dolores the hideous wound on his face with a little madness——

Dolores wanted to retreat, but she held back, and forced herself to stare at the cut on the clown's mouth almost masochistically, the ugly centipede-like wound, the red dye was unevenly smeared on the scar , His pale face dripped some paint, like a mottled wall.

"Do you want to know how I got this scar on my face?" His voice was soft and slow, "...I used to have a beautiful wife who always thought I was too sentimental and said I should smile more Smile... She owed a lot of debt from gambling, and finally one day, those people messed up her face - but we didn't have the money for surgery, and she couldn't help herself in pain. And I - I just want to see her again smiley face, I just want her to know I don't care about some goddamn scar, so, I put the knife in my mouth and swipe it—"

The clown held the knife and made a swipe gesture, his expression became more and more weird and twisted, "...but she left me because she couldn't bear my appearance, so I finally understood..."

He paused every word: "...why-so-serious? It was this scar that made me—it was this scar that made me see everything. ... I experienced my darkest day, so I became me—and one dark day can turn anyone into me...you know what I mean?"

"...that sounds awful," Dolores said, "though I don't know if the story you're telling is true or not, let's just assume it's true... just because you've had a personal misfortune and you're trying to make everyone Be like you - don't you think it's [-]nd? I'm not like you, at least I don't project my personal experiences onto the whole world, I know exactly what I want to see is a good world , an orderly, equal and just world."

"—we're opposites, clown, maybe I've got scars, but because I know the pain, I don't want anyone else to suffer the same pain—"

"Crack, clap, clap, clap clap—"

The clown shook his head and clapped his hands: "How touching—my partner of justice, I am almost moved by your words. Look at the world around you... Order? Equality? Justice? Morality?"

"..."

"You don't belong to the world. Instead, you deny the world. Think about everything you've worked for. Is the world getting better? Or is it getting worse? Order rules everything? Are you sure you believe that?" The clown looked into Dolores' eyes with infinite sincerity, "—order is a lie, and order is a blind compensation after the fact. If order is useful, why do superheroes exist beyond order? They is a complement to order, proving its incapacity."

"Because order is something that shouldn't exist. It is the shackles imposed on the world by countless self-righteous fools. They don't understand that the essence of the world is chaos-chaos is fairness, and chaos is what we really pursue. Order It will only make us run counter to the fairness we are pursuing." The clown laughed, "And I, I am the agent of chaos."

"...an agent of chaos?" Dolores shook her head noncommittally, "This is like an anarchist's terrorist speech....It sounds like you are practicing some of your own political ideas, but 'Joker' always likes to joke, who knows if your words are true? Besides, your partners obviously don't want to establish a completely disordered society. Even if they are the mafia, they want a gradually silent and rotten city, not a city where all the people are crazy."

"Partners? No, no, no, no, no, they are not my partners. They are just passengers who are destined to be together for a while during the journey...or a useful tool." The clown shook his fingers, "How can they be called me? What about our partners? They are just a bunch of trash, scum... In order to achieve the real purpose, we always have to make full use of what we can use—even if we will be regarded as villains of the same kind..." The clown smiled secretly and his voice was soft , seeming to lure Dolores into his trap.

"..."

"Am I not right? I never try to change people's minds - you can decide for yourself if I'm right or not, and you can decide for yourself whether you want to agree with me or not. The world has gone crazy, look at those Non-humans, they struggle to maintain the order that has been corrupted and is about to collapse, put the chains of slaves on the world, and complacently call themselves justice. How ridiculous—my friend..."

The clown got closer, trying to show his sincerity, "Maybe we have different ideas, but what does that matter? Although I don't agree with your point of view, I am willing to defend your words to the death. The right of you—of course, I will not only defend your right to speak, but also your right to try for your ideas. This numb world has been unfolded before your eyes, why not try to change it?"

"If anyone wants to stop me from carrying out my ideas, then I swear that I will eradicate them one by one. Not only that, I will try to make them my partners, let them become my followers, and even make them another I—" There was a curse-like malice in the clown's voice, "what is the difference between a person who is not satisfied with the state of the world and who is alive and dead?"

Dolores lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.From the perspective of the clown, he couldn't see the emotion in the opponent's eyes.

...but enough is enough.He laughed wickedly.Enough is enough.When he saw the girl for the first time, he saw the seed, the dark seed—she was like himself, like Batman, like every madman struggling in the quagmire of Gotham City, They have all experienced that "darkest day", the only difference is that after experiencing that day, other people chose their own path, but she still stood at that crossroads and lingered, feeling sorry for her "wounds". "Turn a blind eye or even pretend it doesn't exist.

——How is this possible?

Isn't something like a seed just for germination?Since she's still lingering on the edge of the cliff, it's up to him to push her off—"one" isn't just a weak slogan for the Joker.

"...What an interesting theory, isn't it? Revolutionary—" Dolores said slowly, "You must be crazy to say such nonsense, chaos? Violence? Destruction? Disorder?... If Gotham itself is a nightmare, then you must be the nightmare of this nightmare.  … I would never agree with you, not even if the price is death."

But she couldn't deny it, she couldn't deny that she was shaken at that moment.

... She must be crazy to think that the clown's words have some truth.

"Will I kill you for this? Killing you is of no use to me, and I don't like killing people." The clown said, "How boring is death, especially for people like you and me, death is neither Threats do not constitute any benefit."

He stood up, with a brighter smile on his face: "And I, I only hope that you can recognize one thing - a thing that you already know and buried in the deepest part of your heart: ...that is, Superheroes shouldn't exist."

Dolores was shocked.Her expression was flat, but there was a huge wave in her heart - she forced herself to look at the clown, because every second of retreat in such a confrontation was exposing her own weakness - and this was almost masochistic.

"...if superheroes don't exist, then supercriminals will."

"I'm really surprised..." The clown tilted his head, "Is this your real idea? Or is it a lie you used to deceive the world and yourself? If there were no superheroes...would there really be so many super criminals? ?”

"certainly--"

"Oh, there's no need to say these things against my will, my friend. Am I a righteous hero who is arbitrary and forces others to obey me? Am I going to force you to be consistent with me? Human beings are a diverse species, Whoever thinks he is always right is totally wrong——" he said meaningfully, "I am just a clown, and a clown will not ask his friends to be highly consistent with him. The choice is yours, and I will only Respect your choices."

What a high-sounding speech, what a fair speech.

"...something is wrong." Dolores stared at the clown. "I don't know where—but, I'm sure of it: what did you do to me. Mental hint?"

The clown's face calmed down, he crossed his legs, and leaned back on the sofa: "—what did I do? No, obviously, I didn't do anything. Why do you want to speculate on me with malice? My friend, Isn't this against the fairness you say?"

"...you are changing concepts secretly." Dolores said, ignoring the clown's rhetorical question, "you interrupted my illustration, interrupted my thinking, but I will go on--Captain America is to deal with The Nazis came into being, and Batman came out to stop the evil that was happening in Gotham. Isn’t that enough to prove that evil precedes heroes?”

"I will return the same to you, my friend." The clown leaned forward. He has always been a master at playing with language and logic, and is good at reversing other people's ideas. "Let's not mention those ancient examples whose truth has long been lost in the long river of history. I I can tell you from my own personal experience - I exist after Batman. If there is no Batman..."

He paused and smiled, "—there would be no clowns." He picked up the wine glass on the table, and the dark red wine was swaying, "—Cheers to Batman!"

"...I shouldn't argue with you," said Dolores. "Anyone sane enough to know that one cannot have any debate with a man who is crazy and whose mind has been absorbed in another world."

"Perhaps, but between me and you, between a lunatic and a normal person, who is right and who is wrong?" The clown said, "...have you ever heard of [The Allegory of the Cave]?"

He licked his lips: "A group of people are like prisoners locked in a cave. They are shackled and cannot look around at will. There is a fire burning behind them, and some people are holding utensils between the fire and the prisoners. Walking, the firelight casts those images on the stone wall in front of the prisoner, the prisoner can't look back and thinks that those shadows are the real reality, they give these images a name and get used to this kind of life..."

His voice was hoarse with nothingness: "Until one day, a prisoner broke free from the shackles, he found the torch behind him, and then he walked out of the cave along the torch - he discovered the truth of the world, but at the same time fell into a deeper Great pain, because none of the other prisoners would trust him..."

Dolores clenched her hand.

"Isn't this the way this world is? What you thought was real, what you were sure of, how can you prove that it really exists and not the shadow of nothingness printed on the wall by a torch? ... How can you be sure? Is he the one who went out to see the truth instead of the prisoner tied up in the cave?" The clown looked at Dolores, his ugly face flickering with light and shadow, and said, "You can't—no one can. So in the eyes of a madman, the world is crazy, not because he is crazy, but because the world he sees is completely different from person to person.”

"According to this theory, how do you know that you are the one who grasps the truth? Maybe you are the prisoner, but you are complacent and think that you are the only one in the world who is awake." Dolores sneered, "How can you What? Because you're in pain?"

"...Maybe I can't confirm." The clown laughed maliciously, "Justice? Evil? What can achieve its goal is justice, otherwise it is evil. And I need the judgment of others—when you stand in my position, Tell me again... am I right?"

"The 'one' again?" Dolores looked calm.

"Maybe I'll get the result soon—" the clown closed his eyes, pretending to be intoxicated, "soon."

"You're going to destroy this city."

"No!" he opened his eyes, "I'll make this city see what it is. I'll make it to the top—I'll prove my theory. The world is crazy—order shouldn't exist, and neither can government. It shouldn’t exist. If the natural state of man is ‘a war of all against all’, why do we have to change it? Nature has given us the most equitable order of existence, that is——’no order’.”

"..."

"Why don't you refute me?" The clown admired Dolores' demeanor, "Because you can't deny my point of view...you also think the current order is unreasonable."

"No. I'm silent only because I don't want to waste time on madmen."

"...I won't argue with you." The clown shook his head, "It's not necessary, I don't need to argue with a self-deceived person for an established fact. I just need to wait...waiting for the day when you finally turn around and find you yourself. Then you will acknowledge the truth of the world—however cruel and cold it may be.”

"If there is such a day... I would rather you give me a shot." Dolores twitched the corner of his mouth.

I mean it.Both of them knew how serious the words were.

"For some people, death is a meaningless escape." The clown tilted his head, stared at Dolores, his eyes were dark, and finally laughed strangely in a low voice: "—but if you really want to If so, why not fulfill you, my friend."

He drew his gun from his side, and suddenly aimed at Dolores and pressed the trigger.

"Click" sound.

No bullets appear.

The clown's smile froze for a moment, he frowned, checked the gun, his gloomy face looked particularly terrifying, and he fired another shot towards the ceiling.

"boom--"

He redirected his shot at Dolores.

Still only the sound of the trigger being pulled.

The clown realized something - he stared at Dolores, the corners of his mouth got higher and higher, his eyes revealed a hint of madness.

"...Interesting—too interesting." He smacked his lips excitedly, "well, well, lucky girl, it seems that you are not simple—you, there is no way to die?"

"If you want to say that," Dolores replied quietly, "I would rather call it a collection of small probability events."

"A collection of low-probability events? The name sounds stupid." The clown smacked his lips, thoughtful, "What methods have you tried? Hanging? Shooting? Drowning? Cutting wrists? Burning? □□? Chemistry corrosion?"

Dolores froze.

"—you haven't even tried?" the clown asked back, with a hint of disbelief. If there is an accident, you should try your best. If there are accidents in the physical method, what about the chemical method? What about the injection? What about the injection?"

"...I haven't tried it." Dolores lowered her eyes and murmured.

The clown narrowed his eyes: "It's okay, it's okay." He moved closer to Dolores, "We still have a chance—you know what is my most hated word? I hate the word 'sure'. Because this world is eternal Changing - nothing is certain..."

He laughed inexplicably.

like a devil.