Chapter 483 483 The Clown (to be followed)
In Gotham City, a city with simple folk customs, Rorschach's face was also very ugly at this time.
The reason why "ye" is used is because there are too many people with ugly faces at this time.
Rorschach met his old buddy as he wished, but saw his old buddy die in front of him. This kind of thing was a complete provocation to him.
This is also a bad joke that couldn’t be more obvious.
He locked onto the person who was joking without any hesitation, of course there was some wishful thinking.
But it doesn't matter, he always does this when he does things. When facing a former criminal, he doesn't think that the other person will one day become a normal person.
Yes, "normal people" not "good people".
Rorschach is very stubborn, and his trial will not have a retroactive period limit.
People who love to laugh usually don’t have bad luck, but now a person who loves to laugh is going to be unlucky!
If he offended Batman, the best he could do would be to have his limbs broken and sent to a mental hospital, but Rorschach would not abide by his belief in not killing!
Rorschach doesn't care if he becomes a murderer, just like he never cares if he is a hero!
"When the clown brings smiles, he also brings fear. This guy is really too dangerous."
Rorschach stood outside the nightclub that was burned into a sea of flames, holding his hand. He was holding a nut hammer in his hand, and his eyes hidden under the mask were somewhat gloomy.
The fear caused by the guy dressed as a clown comes from the fact that the thoughts behind the mask are not understood. It is almost inevitable for ordinary people to be afraid of that kind of dress.
Like Rorschach's own mask, the fear of mystery and the unknown.
If there is any difference between the masked hero and the clown in hiding their faces, there is probably not much difference.
It’s just that he felt a more dangerous and ominous atmosphere, a chaotic and disordered soul, what exactly did he want from this world?
Because he didn’t understand what that bastard wanted, all his behaviors were very strange.
"Would Diavolo like a guy like this? Maybe not, but Diavolo will definitely welcome his existence!"
Rorschach gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, and the siren of the police car could already be heard in the distance.
With an explosion and arson, someone has to come and see this place.
It’s just that this time these guys came a little quickly, far exceeding the time limit they usually need.
Although I only came here after the incident was over, I have already won a lot compared to before. It was like someone had called the police in advance.
Of course Diablo would not like a guy like the Joker.
Although he can bring endless fear, fear itself is dissatisfied with, even afraid of, such a guy.
Because the clown lacks fear!
If there is anyone who is truly Diavolo’s innate nemesis, that clown is definitely one of them!
Unlike Bulcasso and Constantine who lost their fear because they lost part of their souls, the clown himself regarded everything as a laughing stock.
How can one be afraid of something like this? Fear of loss? Or is he afraid that others will die because of his joke?
Rorschach put away the weapon in his hand. He wanted to see someone now.
A barbarian who will definitely be loved by Diavolo!
Bruce Wayne!
A hero who intends to merge himself with fear, with bottom line and justice in mind.
To be honest, Korik has been worried about when Wayne will be corrupted by fear, and even handed over the legendary Fear Iron to the other party, just to be able to remind Wayne at any time that fear should be An existence used to forge one's own will.
But will this really work? Rorschach was skeptical.
Just after Rorschach tightened his windbreaker and left the scene, a clown figure slowly walked out of the sea of fire. He just looked at Rorschach's back.
Yes, the Joker himself is here, always has been!
Although Rorschach broke one of his mechanical doubles before, the Joker has been watching Rorschach's performance.
Even watching the comedian die in front of Rorschach, the pattern on Rorschach's face froze and stopped changing for a moment.
Nothing made him happier than watching other people's jokes, and if so, it was watching his own jokes.
My own jokes are happening all the time, and the world is trying to make this guy laugh all the time.
"Why didn't you laugh? Or were you already smiling, and the pattern on the mask was what it looked like when you were smiling?"
The clown tilted his head and grinned. With a smile on his face, the flames approached him little by little.
He muttered as if he didn't realize it, and his tone seemed to be telling a joke.
But the clown himself seemed to be stuck in some kind of thought, standing there with a smile on his face.
Then the smile that always showed tension gradually faded away.
"Laugh! You should laugh! How funny this world is! Heroes and villains are intertwined, so when a play in which the villain is the hero ends, will anyone laugh out loud?"
The clown’s appearance shows no hint of his inner expression.
With his fair complexion and torn corners of his mouth, he never showed a normal expression, except for a smile.
The clown's soliloquy seemed very neurotic.
"Ha! Haha! Hahaha! xia! Drink! Haha... What a lovable group! Even when fighting, they are smiling.
Even when they are fighting, Laughing, even laughing when killing others and being killed by others.
I really like you more and more, barbarian."
Clown. He continued to talk to himself, and then casually put out the fire that had just ignited his trousers.
The exaggerated movements have the physical expressiveness of a stage play.
The front end of his brown leather shoes poked the ground. His walking posture was a bit hunched and his shoulders were hunched, making him look much thinner than his true figure.
After extinguishing the flames on his feet, the cuffs were also set on fire.
The clown waved his arms randomly, as if to stay away from his hand.
It's like the hands and the body have completely different brains.
But at a certain moment, the hand that was on fire stopped, as if the hand was locked in that position by space.
His body trembled except for the burning hand, as if he was enduring burning pain. The hand that should have been feeling severe pain didn't move!
With trembling hands, he used his good hand to take out a crumpled cigar from his chest pocket, put it into his mouth, and then carefully controlled his head and slowly approached the freeze frame. of, burning hands.
Take a deep breath!
A clown performance that was excellent even in a circus. The paint on his face was dripping with sweat due to the high temperature.
It was unclear whether his sweating was due to pain or the heat.
However, after the white paint disappeared, his complexion was still as pale as ever!
The police car was already parked outside the nightclub, and the fire truck was also in place. But no one got out of the car, they were all afraid!
Afraid of the indifferent guy in front of me!
They saw that figure from a long distance away! They began to be afraid even though they were far away!
That guy is so recognisable, everyone living in Gotham City knows he exists!
The fear from the heart made everyone start to tremble involuntarily.
There was a famous police chief, Gordon, sitting in the police car.
The moment Commissioner Gordon saw the Joker, his heart skipped a beat.
Then he forced himself to get out of the police car, planning to face the underground king of Gotham City head-on!
Also the king of the underground, the Kingpin of New York is completely different from the clown in front of him.
It’s not the difference between means and territory, but the feeling of fear!
Everyone would avoid messing with Kingpin, that way they would be safe, because Kingpin was not so bored that he would kill for fun like a lowly pervert.
But no one knows if they will be part of one of the Joker's jokes.
"Joker, you are under arrest!" Director Gordon himself did not notice, and his voice was trembling when he said this again.
He didn't care that after he got out of the car, none of the police officers and firefighters got out of the car with him.
Gordon insisted on facing the guy in front of him, because it looked like the clown was just standing there alone.
No matter how you look at it, it shouldn’t be so scary, but looking at the clown in the sea of fire, the feeling of fear that is even more intense than before is like dense army ants gnawing at his flesh and blood!
It’s as if it’s not the Joker who’s in the fire, but Gordon!
"What?? Why are you so serious? Aren't my performances and jokes funny?"
The clown tried to extinguish the flames on his cuffs, but the flames became a little difficult to control because of his action of lighting a cigar.
The clown's movements are a little hectic, just like a real clown.
His calm and questioning tone combined with the panicked ear movements revealed a strong sense of humor.
But still no one laughed.
"Well, I really hate you guys who have no sense of humor! But, firefighters! Are you blind! Can't you see that I'm on fire!?"
The clown gave up on making those boring people laugh. Guy, shout loudly.
Like a normal person caught in a sea of fire.
All he had to do was complain loudly while receiving the rescue. The taxes he paid did not allow these guys to treat him like this.
Because the firefighters neither put out the fire nor saved him.
"I'm reminded of a joke. If your wife and daughter were caught in the fire together, would you save your wife or your daughter first? Commissioner Gordon, which is not funny at all?"
The clown's voice It was teasing, but the body movements became more and more intense.
The attempt to extinguish the flames on his cuffs was unsuccessful, but instead the hem of his clothes was set alight.
But he was still telling jokes.
Director Gordon felt something click in his heart, and the feeling of fear escalated again.
"Hmm? It seems you don't understand at all. But it doesn't matter, I will tell all of you. Ahem!" The clown cleared his throat, his voice still calm. His movements were as panicked as before.
"Put out the fire first! You idiots! Do you really want to hear me complain about the taxes I pay? Bastards!"
The clown roared loudly.
The firefighters finally stepped off the fire truck as if they had just woken up from a dream.
Started to operate tools such as water pipes.
The clown froze in place again.
"This joke seems pretty good? Should I applaud?"
The clown muttered to himself, raising his hands and clapping them in front of him.
There was a series of solitary applause.
The water column also fell from the sky at this time and poured on the clown.
A clown performance came to an end. The clown smiled and walked out of the fire scene that was being controlled and walked to Commissioner Gordon's side.
Then he stretched out his hands.
He nodded and bowed, looking a little flattering and disgusting.
Director Gordon's heart skipped a beat, and he was a little dazed.
Then the Joker naturally took off the handcuffs from Commissioner Gordon's waist and put them on his hands.
Then, as if he had received a pair of expensive silver bracelets, he raised his hands in front of him and looked at them. The movements are very exaggerated. Even if a vain girl gets her beloved precious bracelet, her performance will not be as exaggerated as the clown in front of her. It is full of funny artistic sense.
Director Gordon felt like his heart was going to beat out, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
Today, the clown was taken into custody by ordinary police officers.
This seems to be the first time they have caught the Joker without the help of any superheroes, even though it looks like the Joker chose to surrender.
Director Gordon was very uneasy sitting in the same police car with the Joker, ready to resist at any time.
Although he has long known that the clown's physical fitness is not much different from that of ordinary people, he is still afraid.
"Don't be so serious, Commissioner Gordon. Smile."
The clown said this to Commissioner Gordon while sitting in the car. Although Director Gordon felt that he should not smile at this time, he still smiled reluctantly.
Then the clown straightened his face.
At this moment, Commissioner Gordon felt that his heart stopped for a moment!
"I have a serious question to ask you. What do you think I did to get you into custody because of my drunkenness? Is it the crime of selfless performance in the fire? Or is it because I couldn't help but laugh when I saw Commissioner Gordon? Guilty?
Or I didn’t call the police in time, which caused my property to be burned down, so I’m ‘guilty’?”
The clown’s series of questions sounded funny, but it made Gordon The director broke into cold sweat in an instant.
The call to the police was not made by Rorschach!
The clown in front of me called the police himself!
The clown introduced himself on the phone and said his nightclub was on fire.
Out of nervousness about the clown, Commissioner Gordon came to this place in person.
Then you caught the person who called the police?
Damn it!
At this time, Commissioner Gordon just wants to turn on the bat light and find Batman!
What to do in this situation? No one has taught him before!
Aim thirteen shots at the clown’s back, and then tell the public that the clown committed suicide?
This method seems inappropriate.
Because he was not sure whether it was the clown or himself who fell to the ground and was announced to have committed suicide.
“Crack!”
Commissioner Gordon was alerted. He lowered his head following the sound and saw that his wrist was clasped by the Joker and his.
He never thought about how the clown opened the handcuffs, nor did he think about why the clown did this.
This looks like the wise and powerful Commissioner Gordon caught a clown with a low eyebrow and a flattering posture.
At this moment, Director Gordon actually felt a false sense of satisfaction in his heart, as if he had really become a hero.
There will also be an update with a chapter of more than 4,000 words.
Once you say it, you will do it.
Thank you.
This chapter is a bit difficult to produce. It is too difficult to figure out the clown.
Fortunately, overall I am quite satisfied.
I hope readers will also be satisfied...
(End of this chapter)