"Hey, why did I kill that woman?"
The clown was questioning himself seriously in front of a mirror, as if he was interrogating his own heart.
"Because she can't laugh."
Pulling the corners of his mouth, the clown showed his nervous smile again.
"You're lying!" Pointing to the smiling face in the mirror, the clown suddenly shouted, put his face against the mirror, and shouted again at the top of his lungs: "You're lying!".
"Hehe!" The face in the mirror smiled again and said, "Yes, I just lied!".
The clown left the mirror with satisfaction and said, "So, why?".
"Because I'm saving her!"
"That's right! I'm saving her!"
"She shouldn't see this city, this place that is about to be enveloped in darkness!"
"Hey, I'm so kind-hearted!"
The clown said the chilling words seriously, and then he leaned close to the mirror again. Looking at the mirror, it seemed to turn into a figure wearing a black cloak. He smiled happily and said: "Then, let's play a game. !".
"Let's play a game..."
After the words fell, the clown left the dressing mirror, looked at the two corpses on the ground, sighed again that he was very kind, walked into the bedroom of the house where he was staying, and fell asleep in his clothes.
…
"This is what the clown did? What does the clown want to do? Is he back?"
Looking at the smiling corpse with its throat cut in front of him, Gotham City Police Chief Gordon bent down, took off the blood-stained playing card from the corpse's neck, and looked at the blood-stained playing card. The infected clown suddenly felt cold, feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Putting the playing cards in his hand into a bag, Gordon ordered the police to search around for traces of the murderer.
However, Gordon understood that if the murderer was the Joker, it would be impossible to find any other traces around except this playing card.
Sure enough, after a few minutes, no one found any other clues. Faced with such a result, Gordon felt a chill in his heart. The face with the wanton laughter appeared in his mind again, and then his heart involuntarily shrank. .
"Whoosh!" Gordon took a breath and held his heart.
"Chief? What's wrong with you?" A police officer noticed something strange about Gordon and asked worriedly.
"It's nothing." Gordon forced a smile and patted the young man on the shoulder. He did not say his guess, but said: "I want to tell everyone, please be more vigilant during this time!".
"Chief! But what's the big case?" The young police officer showed an excited expression. After all, a big case means a big credit.
Gordon sighed leisurely and said: "Kid, one thing you have to understand is that the best thing about being a police officer is having nothing to do."
"Nothing to do?" The young police officer was a little puzzled. After all, there was nothing to do, so the police officers like them were just freeloaders.
"Haha!" Gordon smiled faintly and didn't explain much. He just looked at the playing cards in his hand, and his heart was once again covered with a thick haze.
The clown who has disappeared for a long time, and the clown’s madness...
This is really a big case, maybe that guy has to take action again...
Gordon looked apologetic.
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Wayne Manor.
"Master, this is today's newspaper!" Ah Fu, the most dedicated butler of the Wayne family, placed the neatly folded newspaper on the dining table.
"Thank you, Alfred!" Bruce Wayne nodded, picked up the newspaper with one hand and the coffee in front of him with the other, and took an elegant sip.
But the next moment, his eyes narrowed sharply, he quickly put down the coffee in his hand, and looked at a picture and related reports in the newspaper with great seriousness.
Noticing Bruce Wayne's expression, Miranda, who was sitting next to Bruce and holding a small child, asked with concern.
"It's nothing." Bruce Wayne raised his head and smiled faintly, concealing the shock in his heart flawlessly.
"Oh!" Miranda, who was paying most of her attention to the child, didn't pay attention. After a slight response, she used a spoon to scoop up a small spoonful of milk cereal from the bowl on the table and put it on the child's mouth. Seeing the child After eating a big mouthful, Mirada said with a smile: "Damian is the best."
"Huh!" The little guy smiled and showed off his gums, which were not yet full of teeth. He looked very happy. He touched Miranda's face with his little hand, leaving a drop of milk, and giggled again.
"Bad boy!" Bruce Wayne wiped the milk off Miranda's face with a smile, showed a happy smile, and reached out to pinch Damian's face.
"Ugh?" Maybe it was because Bruce Wayne pinched his face a little too hard. The happily smiling little guy was stunned. Then he looked at his father intently and cried out with a 'wow' sound.
Bruce Wayne's face froze, Miranda glanced at him sideways and said disgustedly: "Go away, go away!".
"Haha!" After laughing twice, Bruce Wayne kissed Miranda on the face and said, "Then I'll go out first!".
"Go, go!" Miranda smiled warmly at Bruce Wayne and began to comfort little Damian in her arms.
After Bruce Wayne glanced at the mother and son, he turned around and walked out of the restaurant with the newspaper in his hand. Just as he stepped out of the restaurant, a pair of eyes full of tenderness became as deep as water. Thinking of the picture, The weird smile on the corpse and the bloody poker made his mood become heavy.
…
"Oh!" With a satisfied voice, the man in a long purple suit sat up from the bed and rubbed his green hair. His pale white face with a bloody smile revealed a smile in the morning light. With a smile that could not even be illuminated by light, he immediately said: "Sleep so comfortable! It's another new day!".
Climbing off the bed, the clown tidied his clothes, smoothed out some wrinkles caused by sleeping, dug twice in the pockets of his clothes, took out a small comb, and combed his hair. , walked out of the bedroom, came to the living room, turned on the TV, switched the cartoon channel to Gotham's local news channel, listened to the news, and walked into the kitchen leisurely.
Not long after, the sound of cooking could be heard in the kitchen.
A quarter of an hour later, the clown came out with some food, sat in front of the TV, watched the news, and ate with relish. When he saw the face of a woman on the news, he danced excitedly and murmured softly. Author: "Who says this isn't art?".
