American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

The golden-yellow liquor was poured into the glass, and white foam floated on the edge. Under the light, the whisky shone like a piece of gold wrapped in ice.

Schiller turned the vinyl disc, then turned on the switch, there was a bit of low blues music, Jack put his elbows on the table and said drunkenly: "So I don't like bars, especially that Gold Cup bar, The bartender there likes jazz, some old-fashioned **** music..."

"Are you sure you don't like the blues because it's called Blues, which sounds like Bruce?"

"Don't mention him..." Jack put down the wine glass in his hand, Schiller sat back across from him, Jack put **** under his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "The tires produced by the Wayne factory are all Crap, I've spent almost 60 yuan this week on tire repairs..."

"They don't want to make changes to adapt to the terrain at all, Gotham's roads are so rotten, they still make those light tires that don't work, Bruce is an idiot, a big idiot..."

Jack tilted his head to one side and put his hands into his messy hair. He faced a dilemma faced by all hair dyers, that is, the green hair is still on the head, but the new growth is already black. He couldn't cut all the green, and he couldn't re-dye the black at the roots to green, so it looked decadent and funny.

He seemed to be very dissatisfied with the state of his hair, but there was no other way, so he reached in and grabbed them fiercely.

Jack took another sip of wine, Schiller moved his chair forward, picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of wine.

Jack stretched out his hand, touched him a glass, and said a little decadently: "The whole world has been boring and terrifying recently. What are the bats doing? Oh... He and his sweetheart flew away together!"

He bowed his head fiercely, his green hair blocked the sunken eyes, and the corners of Jack's mouth twitched so hard that anyone could see that he was imitating Batman.

"Oh! My dear lady! I brought you the most beautiful gems in the world, do you love me? Yes! I love you! Pout, pout, pout..." He pursed his lips to mimic the sound of a kiss. But it certainly looks like he hasn't kissed anyone, so he's very clumsy.

Suddenly, he slammed the wine glass on the table, and then raised his head vigorously, throwing his hair behind his head, exposing his forehead and eyes, and said in a sharp voice, "What does he want to do? Does he still want to? Marry her?? Even have a baby?? He's crazy!!"

Afterwards, he froze again, turned his head back to its original position in a dull manner, took a sip of wine, and said sadly, "But he doesn't even want to invite me for a wedding..."

"He just doesn't understand, I love him more than anyone in the world and don't ask for anything in return, I just want him to smile."

"Perhaps he understands."

"Then why don't you want to laugh?"

"If he laughed, would you still exist?"

Jack lowered his head, then raised his eyes to Schiller, with hope and excitement in his eyes, and said, "You mean, he doesn't laugh because he doesn't want me to disappear, and he loves me too. ,Is it right?"

He began to tremble, the golden liquor in the glass foamed more, and a sharp snicker came from his chest that sounded like metal swiping through glass.

"I always say that you are very similar, but would you be happy if he really became you?"

"He became me? . . . No, no, no way, then this would be the most boring world in the world, more boring than a Batman who doesn't laugh, my God! I can't imagine it! It's simply Disgusting!" Jack clutched his throat and started retching.

"A grinning bat? God, how can there be such a monster in this world, and if that time comes, you must give me a shot, please, professor!"

Jack's arm trembled uncontrollably. He pointed to the bottle next to him with his trembling fingertips. Schiller poured him a little more wine. Jack took the glass and poured it down, as if borrowing to avoid something terrible. Drink to relieve worries.

He squinted the corners of his mouth downwards, his eyes drooping down, making a crying face.

"If Batman laughed louder than me..."

As he spoke, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, his expression changed from the indifference and seriousness common to Batman to crazy and playful. Say, "Like this..."

"Then I'll kill him! Kill them all and let the world be destroyed! You bastards, die!" Jack tore the hem of his clothes fiercely, as if he was about to shred a piece of paper. He became irritable, and sat there shaking uncontrollably.

Suddenly, his body was stiff, like a frightened owl, and then he kept this posture, turned his head with his neck tangled, stared at the door blankly and said, "You're here? Do you think such a day will really happen? Woohoo, I'm afraid..."

There was another clown standing at the door. He was tall and handsome, but his face was also painted in a mess. He had beautiful blue eyes. He was looking at Jack and said to him, "No, you don't have to be afraid. , you know best..."

"Every night, you park your car and walk back to your house, where it's full of railings and you grab onto the railings every day and yell, 'Batman let me out!'"

"You know where that is, that's the heart of Batman, and that's where you were born."

"He kept you in his own mind and said nothing to unlock the prison door, so you said, let's change the way, let's change the way to let him open the door..."

"So here you are, you want to get the keys in from outside."

"But you didn't succeed. However, it was only the first attempt. There will be many opportunities in the future. If you don't want to be locked up forever, keep trying."

"How do you know?" Jack asked, looking at the clown.

"How do I know? Of course I know..."

With his words, Jack opened his mouth in surprise, and then began to tremble in fear. The clown got closer and closer, the light reflected his shadow on Jack's body, and Jack curled up.

He looked up, and his tearful eyes saw Bruce Wayne in clown makeup grinning at him.

Jack stretched out his arms, waving wildly, as if to shatter the terrifying figure.

There was a gunshot, and Bruce the Clown fell down. Jack was stunned. Behind Bruce the Clown who fell down, stood another Clown with his gun raised, and smoke slowly rose from the muzzle of the gun.

"He's lying to you, Jack, he's making up stories, can't you see that?"

Jack lost his soul and looked at Bruce Clown who fell to the ground. He asked blankly, "If he lied to me, what is the truth?"

He said very lost: "If I didn't escape from Batman's cage, where did I come from?"

"Maybe you should come from someone more like you..."

The man put down the gun in his hand, and Jack looked at him, who was also a clown, but he was wearing a long black trench coat and an umbrella in his hand.

"Who are you?" Jack asked him.

"I'm you, Jack, haven't you seen me? Or..."

"...Aren't you facing me now?"

Jack turned back stiffly, he let out a piercing scream, and threw the glass out.

"Don't come here! Don't come here! You monster, I hate you! Get out of here!!!"

"Come on, Jack..."

The voice was low and gentle, as if trying to appease him, and he said, "Have you forgotten? You lived there for a long time. It was a big, spacious house, very beautiful, with more than 330 floors..."

"The middle of the building is connected by a gorgeous spiral staircase. You live on the 190th floor. There is a soft double bed in the room with a dark green quilt and your favorite bat pillow on it..."

Jack seemed to be attracted by his description. He followed the figure and walked outside the door. The light bulb at the door came on, and then brighter and brighter. The light floated and turned into a huge ornate chandelier.

Jack stepped out the door, his eyes hurt by the dazzling light, and he found himself in a brightly lit corridor. The floor and walls here were black, but the black was flowing, and there were some like Shiny golden thread.

Going out from the corridor, in front of you is a deep well and a spiral staircase on the edge of the deep well.

The deep well is bottomless, standing next to the railing and looking down, only a faint golden light can be seen emanating from the bottom. The edge of the deep well is the entrance to one corridor after another, except for the stairs that spiral downward. .

The footsteps of the two echoed on the empty stairs, which seemed a bit abrupt.

They walked for a long time, then entered a corridor with only one room in the long corridor, pushed open the door and walked in. A man with gray eyes was sitting in the middle of a pile of documents. When he saw someone coming, he said: "Why are you...bringing guests?...Using an elevator? Well, the 190th floor, let's go."

As soon as his voice fell, the floor under his feet disappeared, and his consciousness began to fall freely. The two quickly fell. After falling to the ground, Jack looked at this place. This place is not as grand and mysterious as the corridor when they first arrived. More like a normal hotel floor. The floor was dark red, the ceiling was low, and the air was humid.

The two of them wandered around, and finally came to the door of the smiling room. The clown's gray eyes looked at Jack, and the calm and gentleness inside was mesmerizing.

"Look, isn't it great here? Open the door, let's go home..."

Jack raised his arm mechanically, and suddenly, his movements stopped, and then he showed a bad smile.

The sound of "dong dong dong" came from the end of the corridor, and another clown turned his head and saw the blue-eyed Bruce clown reappeared at the end of the corridor.

The grey-eyed clown shuddered and faced the blue-eyed clown in the hallway. The grey-eyed clown said, "Bruce, go back! This is not where you should be!"

"You're bewitching him, professor, you're trying to trick him into it, I won't agree..."

"What right do you have to say that, Bruce, you want to eliminate all the criminals in this world, including this poor clown, he just wants you to smile, he did nothing wrong, but you want to kill him cruelly …”

"Whoosh", followed by a "bang", Jack hid in the corner and saw the gray-eyed clown took out his umbrella and opened it ~www.readwn.com~ to block two bat darts.

The whole space began to collapse, the golden fragments turned into a sky full of light and rain and fell to the ground, and then the wall tiles of the dark alley flew up and piled up another scene.

Jack saw that the puddles on the ground were like mercury mirrors, which reminded him of the fallen leaves that he hadn't taken away from the previous autumn.

The blue-eyed clown suddenly roared and turned into a cloud of black mist, showing his teeth and claws, extremely ferocious, while the gray-eyed clown turned into a cloud of gray mist.

The two mists tore each other, bite each other, and let out a silent roar, in the sky above hell, frantically entangled and fighting, and Jack stood below and looked up, he began to laugh silently, until the cold rain soaked him all over. through.

"Oh, **** it!" Jack hurriedly got up from his chair, patted the drink spilled on his pants, and said, "I've been driving too long lately and my arms are sore."

"It's okay, you go to the cupboard and get a cup, and I'll pour you another."

Schiller picked up the bottle of wine and said that when Jack turned around, Schiller's gray eyes reflected the golden luster of the wine under the light.