The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The Joker tugged at the hem of his coat, turned around twice, and showed Batman his new suit. Bombs aside, it was indeed a new suit, completely different from the one he performed on stage last time. .

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 looked down at himself, then up at Bruce, and then down at himself again, as if wondering if 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...

The clown wrinkled his facial features together, moved closer to Bruce, and sniffed vigorously, he said, Yes... yes... that smell of fear from bats, a smell of blood, a stench, I was two kilometers away It can be smelled from anywhere outside, and in the whole of Gotham, no one else has this smell...

Suddenly, the clown jumped back and shouted at Bruce hoarsely: Batman! How could you do that?! Why don't you wear your suit? Why are you staying at the entrance of the hospital! Instead of the roof of the building? !

He ripped off his jacket again and yelled at Bruce, Look at me! I got a lot of explosives! Enough to blow up half of Gotham!

The clown spit and waved his arms, as Bruce described 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 smell of gunpowder on it, it's freshly produced, and the last Delicious Big Bomb!!

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 trauma re-experience.

Patients with stress trauma syndrome will show a very obvious sluggish state when experiencing or associating with a scene that is the same as the traumatic experience. Re-experience and stupor are typical manifestations of trauma syndrome.

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, he was just so dazed. Sitting in front 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 their going to the hospital for hospitalization, emergency rescue, doctor's announcement of death, and issuance of a death certificate will still be clearly printed on people. In his head, so did Bruce.

This stressful state takes time to relieve, but the Joker has no idea what happened, and he suspects that he has encountered a fake Batman.

He took off his coat, shook it vigorously, and kneaded it into a ball again. He said in front of Bruce, Look! Bomb! Read it to me, bomb—bomb—!!

Don't you know it? Have you forgotten? Don't you remember the three workers who were killed in the chemical plant, and the owner of the car repair shop who was killed by me before?

Seeing Bruce, who was completely unresponsive, the clown was shocked.

He took a deep breath, stood on the spot, put 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 for a while!

After finishing speaking, the clown disappeared into an alley next to the hospital with a whoosh. 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!!

The clown sniffed his nose hard, swallowed his saliva, then pulled the hem of his clothes, handed it to Bruce and said, Look, there's blood on it... whose blood is it? I can't remember. gone.

Then, the clown squatted down, put his face next to Bruce, looked at him expectantly and said, Do you remember?

Bruce moved his head a little, looked at him, but then turned his head away again.

The clown pursed his lips, and then opened his lips, revealing his teeth, looking a little ferocious.

He bent down, half 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. The clown was so tired that he began to pant heavily. , did not move Bruce ten meters away.

But he doesn't give up at all, insisting on dragging Bruce to the side of the hospital building.

Bruce was trapped by some of the horrific scenes in his imagination, 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, and then , and found another step to sit down.

The clown was tired and bent over, holding his knees and gasping for breath. 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 he 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 are born with a fear of pain, which can break a lot of camouflage...

As he said, he lit 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've always wanted to know, you Will it hurt, Batman, let's try it?

As he spoke, he put the lighter under Bruce's fingertips, but Bruce still didn't respond. With a click, the lighter was turned off, 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?

The Joker and Bruce sat side by side on the steps of a small plaza on the side of the hospital.

The clown looked up and looked at the stream 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 to treat their physical diseases than ask them about it. Myself, why is my heart so ugly.

I know, one day, you will be sad, Batman, you regard 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 with the ability to save 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'll let you He knows the consequences of doing so.

With that said, he stood up, flipped the hem of his clothes smartly, put the lighter in his pocket, whistled, and left with brisk steps.

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!!!

Hush... The clown put a finger to his lips and made a silence gesture, he said to Copperpot: Shut up, you idiot, I heard Batman crying, listen Reached?

Copperpot's face was darker than the bottom of the pot. He looked at the bomb on the clown and felt a little weak. He also knew something about explosives. Those things on the clown, combined, might blow up the entire East District. .

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 has an inability to Good psycho, you gotta 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.

Cobbot and the clown are completely two-way people, he is not crazy at all, he just opened the restaurant business to make money.

Seeing that the clown took out the lighter from his pocket, he held out his hand and said, No! Don't do that! Jack, I didn't want to publish that article. Someone found me and he 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, he was pinned on the roof of a building by Schiller.

Schiller let go, the clown got up from the ground, and he shouted: What are you doing?! You in the way, you broke my toy!!!

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 Joker stared at him silently, and Schiller continued, You don't want to know why Batman helps others?

Is he doing good deeds to help others because he is kind, 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 be associated with infamy forever. He is no longer a figure like the Son of Jesus, and no one would expect him to save anyone. Now, he is suffering from this. Do you think this Why?

Schiller saw that the clown's eyes gradually lit up, he accelerated his breathing rate excitedly, and made a gasp sound in his throat, he swallowed and said, Yes, that's right, because...he can't be a perfect God!

He should know this. No matter how he fixes it later, there will be people who will not believe it, and there will be people who will abuse him, and there will be a lot of people! This will become a hole in the window glass, no matter how well the wipers work. Even if you work hard, this hole won't 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, and could save anyone, and return to the cold and pale reality, just like me , just like everyone in Gotham!!

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!!!

The clown smiled and laughed, and tears came out of his eyes. He wiped the corners 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!