The Death Knell

"Beautiful, many people don't understand this. I don't really want much. Even like Batman, I just want a better Gotham."

The clown played with the dagger in his hand and said something with interest in his funny but scary voice.

At this time, he and his 'guest' were in a warehouse, an ordinary warehouse, just behind a common supermarket and grocery store in Gotham. The shelves inside were piled with toilet paper rolls, carbonated drinks, and various miscellaneous things.

However, as long as the rolling shutter door is pulled down, it can also form a good confined space that can be used as a crime scene.

That's what he did at this time. With the sound of the metal structure rubbing against each other, the rolling shutter door was pulled down. However, the warehouse did not fall into darkness because the clown himself brought a Christmas tree.

Yes, he knew it was still summer and it would be inappropriate to take out the Christmas tree, but the whole world outside was snow-white. Couldn't the holiday be brought forward a little earlier?

"Oh, you are looking at me with those short-sighted eyes, thinking that I am still the same madman, why don't you talk to me? Why are you trying to imitate Batman? Why are you... so serious?!"

The clown really wanted to celebrate today. With a look of grievance on his face, he walked towards the person who was tied to the folding chair.

Came behind him, smelled his ears, and continued in a low voice:

"Do you still want to watch? I'm behind you. Oh, by the way, let me help you..."

As he said that, the clown dug out the guest's eyeball with a dagger, and pointed the blood-stained pupil at himself. You should be able to see it now, right?

"Well!!!"

The tied man in the chair was only wearing a vest. He looked like he had been lifted from the bed and drugged at the same time.

Because when his eyes were gouged out, he didn't show much expression, he just twisted and groaned.

"Oh? Hahahahahaha! Blame me, blame me, you actually forgot that your mouth was taped up with super sticky tape." The clown suddenly showed a funny expression, put the eyeballs into his mouth for temporary storage, and quickly freed up A hand came and helped the guest tear off the tape: "Okay, you can talk now. People outside are so happy that they fall asleep, so it doesn't matter no matter how loud you shout."

"Joker, what do you want to do?"

The victim on the chair had blood all over his face, but he still looked at the pale madman with empty eyes, and his myopia glasses fell on the ground beside him.

"So calm? It seems that the medicine you took is working well." The clown's fingers wearing purple gloves stood up, and he gently picked his ears: "Okay, you may think I am joking with you, but this time it's Seriously, I think of a new way to play with Batman, and I need your cooperation, little Gordon, no, maybe it should be called Gordon II? That sounds more interesting to you."

The clown spit out the eyeballs from his mouth, wiped them dry in his hands and blew on them, then put them into a small bottle, attached a note, and took out a pen to write "For Deathstroke" on it.

Yes, the person he caught this time was Commissioner Gordon's son, James Jr., Barbara's brother.

While Batman was chasing the jokers and cannon fodder throughout the city, the Joker quietly took away his victims.

Because little James thought about killing people all the time and couldn't control his thoughts, he had to take a lot of psychiatric drugs after being paroled.

What the clown needs to do is actually very simple, that is, threaten the doctor who prescribed the medicine to little James, and then give him a new prescription.

An anesthetic that does not require a strong effect is enough, as long as you get it from the Cheshire Cat. The new drug can immobilize the body while allowing the brain to clearly feel the pain.

That woman is really a genius at using poison.

All in all, one of the terms of Little James's parole is that he must take some drugs that reduce brain activity during video communication with the parole officer every day, so there is no need to worry about him not taking new drugs.

After all, habits are scary things. Sometimes when people see a familiar doctor prescribing a familiar pill bottle, they subconsciously think that the pills inside are the same...

But life is so interesting. Before you open the beautiful sealed box, you never know whether it contains chocolate or shit!

The poor guy who took the medicine was frozen in the 24-hour convenience store where he worked. What the clown had to do was to visit here at night, and then drag the immobile little James to the warehouse.

"Okay, you're looking at me again. You want to get to know me, right? Even if your father and sister and I are old acquaintances?" The clown smiled and walked around behind the chair, spinning around and dancing with one hand. Press it on your chest, and then say in an aria-like tone: "What I want to do is just create beautiful things. I want to create something that the world has never seen before, and I want to do it to the extreme."

Little James has a strong psychological quality, and pain cannot stop him from thinking, and he knows that he may be doomed.

But before that, he wanted to know something more.

He was originally a psychopath, extremely indifferent to other people's life and death, and his own life and death.

"So, you still think you are an artist?"

"No, oh, giggle, no." The clown was suddenly amused, and even sat on Little Jim's lap with his neck scrunched up, hugging his shoulders: "I prefer to think of myself as an entertainer, a charming idol, and a person who brings joy to the world." Others are actors who smile, but there is a person in this city who never smiles. This makes me very distressed, what do you think?"

The clown held his chin and complained, then took out a balloon from his pocket, quickly filled it with laughing gas, tied it with a rope and tied it to little Jim's finger.

It makes him look like he's holding a balloon.

"You're still obsessed with Batman."

Jim's neck moved slightly, and he looked at the green balloon, as if watching the countdown of his life.

"Ah, as an actor, of course you will pay attention to the most difficult audiences." The clown took out another lipstick, tried the color number on the back of his hand, and began to paint a big smile on the young man: "I present What I gave him was my hard work and sincerity, but it was not what he wanted to see - a smile."

He draws very carefully, as if he is trying to pursue symmetry or an existing picture in his mind. Even if there is a slight deviation, he will patiently erase it with his fingers.

"So you plan to kill me to anger my father, and then my father will start hunting you. He has not fully recovered from the Laughing Virus and is now very emotionally unstable. But Batman will not let you die. , so my father would have a conflict with him, resulting in Bat losing one of his important friends in the city, and the pain of it."

Jim guessed the Joker's plan, but unfortunately, as a former serial killer, he was not a match for the madman.

The clown with a strange smile leaned back, looked at the victim as if he had never seen anyone before, and then applauded quickly and slightly:

"Bah, bang, bang, bang... Wow, I like you, really, young man. Commissioner Gordon obviously needs your sense of humor, haha! But spoilers are not a good habit. You just guessed it. It’s just the beginning, believe me, this amusement park is a completely new one, poof!”

"I'm curious, did you get inspiration from the last time you hurt my sister?"

Jim felt the smoothness on his lips. The lipstick was too thick.

"Almost, but Barbara is a superhero. In the hearts of Batman and Commissioner Gordon, she is far stronger than you. I also like to see her wearing those sexy tights, so I won't look for her this time."

The clown who put away his lipstick took out some more purple and green ribbons from his pocket. He asked Luther for them when they broke up. This time he used them to tie a bow around little Jim's neck to dress him up. In the form of a gift:

"Besides, there's no point in telling an old joke again. I want my jokes to never be the same again. This is the moral bottom line of a qualified actor, hehehe."

The clown, who was so happy that he started to dig into his pockets again, quickly explained his plan, and then he was ready to take action.

Time is tight tonight.

This time is different from the last time. He has prepared 24 scenes for Batman, and Little Jim's death is just one of many strawberries on the cake.

Little Jim accepted all this calmly. He had no fear at all, but he knew part of the answer, which made him smile a little. He asked again:

"Are you sure Batman won't get here in time?"

The pale man with green hair bent down and blinked, his big red mouth reaching to his ears:

"Did I forget to tell you? He is busy now, because Bat has been full of worries and concerns about the person named Deathstroke in recent days, so I spent a lot of money to hire a Deathstroke to play with him this time. . Well, I will give this eyeball of yours to the old man, and he should be happy too, hehe!"

"Are you really perverted, so are you going to give me laughing gas now?" Knowing that he would not be saved, little Jim began to ask how he would die.

If you die from laughing gas, the muscles in your face will be very stiff, so he prefers the clown to use a gun.

But Gotham's crime prince doesn't like to use guns, which makes everything end too quickly, thus leading to the loss of fun.

"You'd better wait until you see what I did to your body before commenting. Obviously pervert is not the right word... but you're pretty good at telling jokes, because you can't see yourself even after you die. Corpse, this is a good joke, hahahahahahaha!"

The clown shook his head and pulled open his purple coat, revealing a complete surgical set 'borrowed' from Pig Face's house hanging inside, including saws, axes, electric batons, castration knives and other good toys...

"Okay, man, look at the camera over here and tell me - eggplant!"