69novels Chapter 134
Chapter 134
"The weather is nice today," he accosted.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that something was wrong. Discussing the weather is like a panacea, and it can be used in any situation, whether it is acquaintances or strangers.
But this is Gotham.The sky in Gotham is always cloudy, with thunderstorms at every turn. There has never been such a thing as "the weather is nice today" in Gotham.
Sure enough, Carl gave him a weird look: "Are you serious?"
"I mean, for Gotham, this kind of weather is pretty good." Johnson added such a sentence calmly.
It really makes sense to say this, the outline of the sun can be vaguely seen in the sky of Gotham today, and the humidity of the air is not as high as the previous few days. In the weather like the metropolis, people would chatter and complain non-stop, but in Gotham, it's a beautiful day like the sun is shining.
"Thank you, Johnson, I'm fine." Carl easily saw through Johnson's intentions.
He smiled politely at the other party, and then turned his gaze back to the TV, clearly refusing to talk.
Under normal circumstances, Johnson would give up what he was doing when he encountered such a soft nail. God knows, comforting people has never been the strong point of Gotham people.
The lives of most of them are like a pile of shit on the soles of their shoes. "Not too bad" in the outside world means "pretty good" to them. The poor living conditions make Gotham people either greedy or insatiable , Drunken and dreamy, or low-key and cautious, easy to be satisfied.
Those who can mix well enough and live long enough are usually the latter.
Johnson is the latter-people like them have a good-to-morbid mentality that can grit their teeth and endure the worst situations, and laugh wryly at themselves.
But now Johnson can't convince himself to let Carl, who is in a bad mood, leave him alone. No, it has nothing to do with conscience, and it has nothing to do with goodwill.
If I have to say it, it should be the intuition that has saved him countless times in life and death. The thing doesn't know what's going on, and it's frantically screaming in his ear, "You fool, hurry up and do something to make this The intruder, stop keeping a straight face and saying nothing", and his intuition told him that he would not want to see the intruder throw a tantrum.
In fact, this guy who is obviously not from Gotham doesn't necessarily know what to do.
He calls himself "Carl", and he has been polite from beginning to end. Since he came here and found that Johnson and Abbott rely on takeaways for three meals a day, he has consciously contracted the kitchen. Different kinds of food are served on the table.
The food was not particularly fancy, and it did not conform to Carl's usual style at all. Johnson thought that the other party was the kind of person who would cook in the kitchen and would only cook a table of French meals made of expensive ingredients. Thinking that the meals he cooks are very simple, that is, toast a slice of toast, make some sandwiches, mix some vegetable salads, and cook some pasta. These are all basic cooking methods that a bachelor needs to master, and Johnson can do it.
But the same thing, Johnson's cooking can barely fill his stomach, but Carl's cooking tastes very delicious.
In just a few days, he conquered Abbot's heart with his warm smile and three meals a day. Johnson was heartbroken to find that the way his little boy looked at this stranger had changed from fear to love.
He can understand this, after all, there is no haze on the intruder, and the native Gotham people have never been able to have such bright colors.
Gotham has never seen the sunshine, whether it is literal or figurative sunshine, and people will always be attracted by the qualities that they lack.
Regardless of whether this kind of attraction is with good intentions or malice, it is absolutely nothing surprising that Karl is liked by Abbott.
But Johnson doesn't like Carl, even though he is so meticulous and patient when he speaks to Abbott, even though he will touch Abbott's head to check homework for him and explain wrong questions, even though he hardly has any excessive behavior since he moved in. On the first day he moved in, he was given a gold bar, indicating that it was the fee for the temporary stay.
In his flawless smile, in his gracious yet resolutely forceful, irrefutable demeanor, Johnson felt a certain inescapable awe.
How is it possible for someone to be as loving and patient as a saint while possessing great strength?
Even he is smart and flexible.
Carl didn't show these two points, but he looked smart and flexible, and his speech and language were also very educated, just like Bruce.People like Wayne: who don't know the sufferings of the world, but can sit in an office and decide the lives of thousands of people with a few words.
Someone you fear and hate because you don't really hate him—a novel experience for Johnson.
"Listen Carl, you're acting a little out of order today." Johnson made up his mind to hit the straight ball, he's never been good at twisting and turning, "I don't know if you realize it, but when you're unhappy you seem to be very scary."
"Really?" Carl said, "but you don't look like you're afraid of me."
"The people of Gotham are only afraid of Batman."
"I'm in a bad mood."
"For God's sake, do something, don't be stupid here."
"I can not."
"Why can't you?" Johnson was upset and puzzled, "What can't you do? Are you unable to do it or don't want to do it?"
"Johnson, Johnson, I just can't—I just can't. I don't know what to do." Carl's mood was almost grumpy.
Yes, he is in a bad mood, he can always feel weak and fragile after losing the magic circulation in his body, and this makes him extremely uncomfortable, he always feels cold but can't tell whether he is really Cold or hallucinatory, and at the same time he has so many things to worry about, so many people to focus on, "I'm just—I can't!"
It's really sad if you ask people for something and you get nothing.
What if you try to give and people say no?
That was just hopeless.
He doesn't want to help, Carl thought, do you understand?He doesn't want to help himself. What is wrong with the phrase "get out of my city"?Which word means ambiguous?He is stubborn, suspicious, neurotic, he does not want help, he is not duplicity, but he can blurt out words that hurt others without hindrance.
—his refusal was so disgustingly strong that even Clark couldn't take it.
It will take many years of running-in before he can gradually learn to seek the help of his partners.
It's okay to ignore Batman's warning and go to the rescue, Jason's life is more important than anything else.
But that kid has been wandering in Crime Alley since he was a child, fed up with the sins and pains of Gotham, and Jason, who is as sensitive and suspicious as Bruce by nature, doesn't need his life, not just anyone's help.
What he needs is Batman.
From start to finish, he just needs Batman.
Some people may say that "life is more important than everything", no matter what, save Jason first.
Yes, it is true for ordinary people, life is more important than everything.
But who thinks "my life is more important than anything else" becomes a superhero?
They are born with an instinct of self-sacrifice, and they all have something far more important than themselves.
Hope, love, anger, pain, even hatred and scars.
Before meeting Batman, Jason was just a kid in Crime Alley who lived by petty theft. He was no different from other boys in Crime Alley. The smarts and courage to reach the top of the gang, and that is undoubtedly worse.
But after meeting Batman, he became Robin. He was Batman's assistant and became a little hero guarding the city.
He had nothing.
Batman gave him everything.
The most important of these is undoubtedly hope—what a beautiful word, hope, that's what Clark gave to Karl, and always guided and instructed Karl.
If one day I'm imprisoned, tortured, or even killed because of Clark, Carl thought, then I just want Clark to save me.
No one else can.
None.
So he's just sitting here, he's just waiting, until Batman finds Jason, feeling weak and powerless and in pain and burning.
"There is nothing you can't do." Johnson said decisively, "If you want to do it, if you can do it, then you can do it."
In the warehouse, Jason, who had fallen into a semi-comatose, was awakened by Harry's hammer.
He twitched his body, the cool pool of blood was mixed with dust, shaking because of his movement, making a sticky sound.
A few drops of blood slid down from his forehead and dripped onto the concrete floor, making a soft "click".
"Where is Robin!" Batman is still pressing the clown.
He has no other way, this repeated question consumes his mental and physical strength at the same time, after each question he will hit the clown hard, now he has broken seven of the clown's ribs and every finger, clown If he didn't speak again, he could only take more drastic actions... However, Batman knew very well that any method of torture would be ineffective in front of the Joker.
The only way to torture the Joker is for the Joker to torture Batman.
He'll give all the news "for some fun."
Batman's silence and contemplation made the Joker giggle, and now even without the ghastly make-up he looked completely filthy, ugly, broken Joker, staring at Batman with pure joy in his eyes Light.
"Is it my favorite part yet, Bat?" he said excitedly. "Game on!"
After the conversation broke up unhappy, Johnson consciously stayed away from Carl.
He usually sleeps during the day, but since Carl moved into his house, he moved his rest time to night. When sitting in the tavern, he would try his best to take a nap in the cubicle, and only come out to maintain it after a while order.
The escape of the clown plunged the entire city into a quiet and short-lived peace at night, a certain string in the air was tense, and everyone was waiting for it to break.
No one thought that this day would come so unexpectedly.