In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 747: Murder in the Theater (Part 1)
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The clown tugged at the skirt of his coat, turned around twice, and showed Batman his new suit. Regardless of the bomb, this is indeed a new suit, which is different from the one he performed on stage last time. The body is completely different.
But after he finished turning around, he realized that the scene he was expecting did not appear at all.
Seeing a clown carrying explosives, Batman usually backs away immediately, makes a tactical defensive move, and then shouts: "Joker! Stop your evil plan!"
At this time, Bruce looked up at him, and when the clown's eyes met his, they both froze for two seconds at the same time.
The clown glanced down at himself, then up at Bruce, and then down at himself again, as if suspecting that he was hallucinating.
He let go of his clothes, wiped his nose with his arm, sniffed hard and said, "No, no, you're not Bruce, you're Batman...you're Batman now, I smell that pain Taste..."
The clown wrinkled his facial features together, leaned closer to Bruce, and sniffed hard, he said, "Yes... yes... that smell of fear from bats, a **** smell, a stench, I'm here It can be smelled two kilometers away, and no one else in Gotham has this smell..."
Suddenly, the clown jumped back and shouted at Bruce hoarsely: "Batman! How could you do this?! Why don't you wear your suit? Why are you staying at the hospital gate! Not the building Roof?!"
He tore off his jacket again and shouted at Bruce: "Look at me! I got a lot of explosives! Enough to blow up half of Gotham!"
The clown was spitting and waving his arms, like Bruce was describing the scene of the mushroom cloud after the explosion.
He swallowed, limped over to Bruce, stuck the bomb into his eye, and said, "Do you think this is a prop? No! Smell the gunpowder on it, it's freshly produced Yes, the most delicious big bomb!
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However, Bruce seems to be completely immersed in his own thoughts. He has been like this since he first came out of the hospital. This is a very typical stupor state of re-experiencing trauma.
Patients with stress trauma syndrome will show a very obvious sluggish state when experiencing or associating with a scene that is the same as a traumatic experience. Re-experience and stupor are typical of trauma syndrome Performance.
Bruce, who had just walked out of the hospital, recalled that when he would return to the empty Wayne Manor again, he felt very resistant, because it reminded him of the day his parents died.
The weather in Gotham is very similar every day, gloomy during the day and rainy at night. Although the Wayne couple died on the spot, the body was still sent to the hospital for an autopsy. When the young Bruce left the hospital, it was like this Sitting blankly at the door of the hospital.
Because as long as he thought about it, when he returned to Wayne Manor and faced those familiar scenes, there would definitely be two people missing in the scene, and that was his parents.
The death of a loved one is an inevitable and inevitable life process, but even if some relatives have been gone for a long time, the process of going to the hospital for hospitalization, rescue, doctor's announcement of death, and issuance of a death certificate will still be clear Imprinted in people's minds, so is Bruce.
This stressful state takes time to relieve, but the Joker has no idea what happened, he suspects that he has encountered a fake Batman.
He took off his coat, shook it vigorously, squeezed it into a ball again, and said in front of Bruce, "Look! Bomb! Read it to me, bomb-bomb-!
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"Don't you know it? Have you forgotten? Don't you remember the three workers who were killed in the chemical plant before, and the owner of the car repair shop who was killed by me before?"
Looking at Bruce who was completely unresponsive, the clown was shocked.
He took a deep breath, stood where he was, with his hands on his waist, suddenly he seemed to remember something, jumped excitedly and said: "Oh, I see, it must be a problem with the clothes, wait for me Yes!"
After finishing speaking, the clown disappeared into an alley next to the hospital with a "swoosh". Not long after, the sound of a truck sounded, and when the clown ran over again, he had already changed into another suit.
"Batman, look, this is the suit I used to wear before, you should recognize it now? It's my clown! The greatest comedy artist in the world, Jack!
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The clown sniffed hard, swallowed, then pulled the hem of his clothes, handed it to Bruce and said, "Look, there's blood on it...whose blood is it? I'm a little Can’t remember.”
Then, the clown squatted down, put his face next to Bruce, looked at him expectantly and said, "Do you remember?"
Bruce moved his head slightly, giving him a look, but then turned his head back again.
The clown pursed his lips for a moment, then opened his lips to reveal his teeth, looking hideous.
He bent down, squatted on the spot, stomped his feet vigorously, and ran away again. After a while, he changed into the overalls that truck drivers often wear.
"Now, you should know each other, right? This is the clothes I wore when we first met! Look at me!"
The clown turned around again, waved his hands again, and took off his coat and waved vigorously in front of Bruce, but Bruce didn't give him any response.
Finding that this method didn't work, the clown started to use some force again. He grabbed Bruce's arm and tried to pull him away, but Bruce's limbs were a little stiff and his reaction was slow, and the clown was so tired that he began to pant He got angry and didn't move Bruce ten meters away.
But he didn't give up at all, he insisted on dragging Bruce to the side of the hospital building.
Bruce was trapped by some of the horrific scenes he imagined, but it doesn't mean he didn't have an instinctive reaction. He stood up and walked over with the strength of the clown, but as soon as he reached the side of the hospital, his breathing rate increased again , Immediately afterwards, he found another step and sat down.
The clown was tired and bent over, holding his knees and panting heavily. His messy hair blocked his vision, making him unable to see his surroundings clearly.
Finding that Batman's state was completely different from what he had imagined, the Joker suddenly paused, his facial muscles gradually stretched, and revealed a mocking smile.
He took a lighter from his pocket and twirled it in his hand, put the other hand in his trouser pocket, and staggered towards Bruce who was sitting on the steps.
He sat down next to Bruce, opened the lid of the lighter, and said, "You know what? Batman, human beings have an innate fear of pain, which can break many disguises... "
Speaking, he lit the flame of the lighter and put his finger on the flame. After a while, he gasped and shook his hands, then smiled and looked at Batman and said, "Actually, I always wanted to I know, will you hurt, Batman, let's try it?"
As he spoke, he put the lighter under Bruce's fingertips, but Bruce still didn't respond, and the lighter was turned off with a "click", and the clown pursed his lips, showing a boring expression and said:
"It seems that our Mr. Bat has finally gone crazy. Ha, I knew that you have never been interested in bombs and flames. Well, please tell me, what are you more interested in?"
Joker and Bruce sit side by side on the steps of a small plaza on the side of the hospital.
The clown looked up and looked at the flow of people coming and going at the gate of the hospital. He said, "You know what? People like to spend a lot of time in the hospital. They would rather spend a lot of money on medical treatment than Ask them why they are so ugly inside."
"I know, one day, you will be sad, Batman, you think of yourself as a god, but the world doesn't love gods, they only love themselves."
"Do you love them, Batman?" The clown said, clutching the lighter in his hand, "Or, did you save them just because you wished you were a savior, capable of saving anyone?"
"Okay, little bat, just wait here, I'll go and see who made you suffer from such lovesickness." The clown grinned and said with a terrible smile: " I will let him know the consequences of doing so."
Speaking, he stood up, flipped the hem of his clothes smartly, put the lighter in his pocket, whistled, and left with brisk steps.
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Half an hour later, in the office on the roof of the Iceberg Restaurant, Coppert took two steps back, pointed at the clown and said, "Don't come here! Keep your bomb away, you crazy man!"
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"Hush..." The clown put a finger to his lips and made a silent gesture, and he said to Cobblepot, "Shut up, you idiot, I heard Batman cry , did you hear that?"
Coppert's face was darker than the bottom of the pot. He looked at the bomb on the clown and felt a little weak. The East End is blown up.
He swallowed and said: "Jack, go find Batman, don't go crazy with me, I don't have time to play those childish games with you, I want to make money."
The cheek on the right side of the clown twitched, looking very fierce. He stared at Copperpot with cold eyes and said: "You ruined Batman's reputation and made him feel sad. Now he is crazy and got a It's a mental illness that won't get better, and you have to pay for it!"
Coppert could hear that the clown's tone was trembling, and certain words would keep repeating. Obviously, his mental state was not very good.
Coppert and the clown are completely two-way people, he is not crazy at all, he runs a restaurant business just to make money.
Seeing that the clown took out the lighter from his pocket, he stretched out his hand and said, "No! Don't do that! Jack, I didn't want to publish that article. Someone found me and asked me to do it!"
"Who? Who told you to do this?"
"... Schiller." Coppert spit out a name.
The clown closed his suit jacket, buttoned it, adjusted his tie, and walked out aggressively.
Ten minutes later, Schiller pinned him on the roof of a building.
Schiller let go, the clown got up from the ground, he shouted: "What are you doing?! You in the way, you broke my toy!
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"That's not why you ran into Gotham University with so many explosives in your arms."
Looking at the crazy eyes of the clown, Schiller smiled and said, "Don't you feel curious?"
The clown stared at him silently, and Schiller went on to say, "You don't want to know why Batman helps others?"
"Is he doing good deeds to help others because he is kind~IndoMTL.com~ or because he hopes to be a savior and become the perfect God of Gotham?"
"Now, he can no longer be a perfect god. Someone in this city will definitely believe that report. No matter how he clarifies it, it will become an eternal stain."
"The name Batman may forever be associated with infamy. He is no longer a figure like the Son of Jesus, and no one will expect him to save anyone. Now, he is suffering from this, you I think, why is this?"
Schiller saw that the clown's eyes gradually lit up, he excitedly accelerated his breathing rate, and made a gasp sound in his throat, he swallowed and said, "Yes, that's right, because... he was He is no longer a perfect god!"
"He should know this. No matter how he fixes it later, some people will not believe it, and some people will abuse him, and it will be a lot of people! This will become a hole in the window glass, no matter the wiper is working. No matter how hard you try, this hole will never disappear!"
The clown began to tremble with excitement, he said: "He had to leave his favorite dream, leave the illusion that he was transformed into a god, omniscient and omnipotent, able to save anyone, and return to the cold and pale reality, just Like me, like everyone in Gotham!
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"He can only be the Bruce Wayne he hates the most! He has to go back to Bruce's life, and there is no way to escape from reality anymore! Hahahahahahahahahaha!
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The clown smiled and laughed, and tears came out of his eyes. He wiped the corner of his eyes and said:
"God loves the world... God loves the world... He should wake up, God never loves the world, God only loves the perfect self!"