With a click, the door opened, and Alan gently pushed the door open, and everything inside the door was clearly presented in front of the two of them.It was an ordinary ward of similar size to all the wards, but in this small space, there were two big men crowded next to each other.A handsome man with a Nordic appearance, who looks like he has broad shoulders and long legs, and is full of aggression, but the little daughter-in-law generally squats on the ground with her knees in her arms, and looks pitiful.With a white face and blood-red lips, and two hideous scars at the corners of his mouth, he sat on the ground on all fours, looking at his surroundings and smiling, which looked quite funny.Before Brant could react, Alan shouted in shock: Joker?
Why are you here?
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ ugly master: Cub!
Don't be afraid!
Baba has come to your rescue!
Bubu denied the triple: I'm not!
I didn't!
Stay back!
Chapter 49 Forty-Nine Psychopathy Yes, why is the clown here, didn't he escape from prison?
He even crossed over to another universe and made a big fuss in Miami, where he was imprisoned on the negative fifth floor of Stark's basement.How could he be here?
Ha!
The Joker laughed as if he had seen something extremely funny: Look where I am, Batman's hospital room?
He retracted his legs and sat cross-legged, his injured hand hanging around his neck, and the other one pinched the poker ghost card and spun around, excitedly saying: Interesting, interesting.I've always wanted to see what the little bat looks like in the ward he left for himself, but this time I finally saw it, yes, it's really good, I want to live in.Brandt was surprised and said, "Isn't this exactly the same as your original ward?"
The Joker turned his head and gave Brandt a fixed look, and Brandt even began to think that he would say something shocking.But the clown didn't say anything, but twisted his head back again, threw away the poker, patted his leg and laughed.Although everyone called him crazy, the clown was actually more rational than anyone else, and he was crazy and crazy.As early as when Brant took off his makeup, the Joker realized his identity.Without him, he is too similar to himself.Unlike others, they were relieved to see Brandt's appearance after removing her makeup, and felt that the two looked very different, and it absolutely didn't matter.But the clown knows that this person may really have something to do with him.He is almost a copy of his former disfigured appearance!
He realized this as early as when he was in the police station, he knew that there could be no two people in the world who were so similar, but he subconsciously resisted this outcome.On the worst night, he lost his handsome looks, his gentle wife, and a newborn child.The world collapsed, the three views were destroyed, and he didn't want to perish, so the optimistic and funny Jack willingly sank into the deepest part of the earth, and then on the wasteland, a new soul was born, a crazy, evil, and forever amusing himself for fun.It was the Joker who saved Jack · Napier, but also the birth of the clown, so that he did not have a chance to discover that his child, maybe still alive.His wife's neck was broken into a strange arc, and she was holding blood-stained swaddling clothes, but he was sure that he did not see his son's body.Bloodstained and broken swaddling clothes are not necessarily a symbol of death, maybe his son, like him, encountered that strange black hole, came to a completely unfamiliar universe and city, and grew into a handsome young man?
Although, the flow rate of time is somewhat strange.That night was fifteen years ago, but Brandt was an adult in his twenties, and this was one of the reasons he had never been sure.The clown looked at Alan and suddenly asked: One hand, how long have I been away?
What does this do, you ask?
The title was full of malice and poking at people's spots, but Alan didn't care too much, he wanted to know more about what bad ideas the clown was playing than this.The clown innocently said: Don't be so nervous, I'm just afraid that Arkham without the clown will become boring and lonely.Alan said indifferently: it will only become safe and stable.Brandt had to expose him: But we seem to have just experienced a riot?
The clown was amused, he forced his eyes to look at the guarded chief of the guard, and narrowed his eyes: How long has it been since I disappeared?
If you answer my question, I'll stop jailbreaking, how about it!
Not so good.Alan was not appeased at all, and even frowned: What the clown said, I'm afraid that few people who believe it will end well.Dr.
Quinn believed his nonsense and tried to cure him with empathy and cure him from his madness, only to be degenerated into a harley quinn himself.The patients he instigated believed his nonsense and helped him escape from prison, but the Joker flew away, and they all died as cannon fodder in Arkham's automatic guard guns.The thugs in Gotham believed his nonsense and robbed the bank with him, wanting to make a big deal, but the clown who wanted to swallow it for himself designed a series of sets, killing each other one by one, and finally making the clown the last person to have the last laugh.So, who would, who would dare to believe the clown's nonsense?
Alan didn't speak again, and looked at the clown with a serious and wary expression.I'm just kidding.The clown put on a pure and good weird expression, and said nervously: Why are you so serious?
Alan gave Brandt a back-of-the-way look.Brandt couldn't understand it, but he obviously didn't want to leave, but walked forward to the big crouching baby and touched Omir's furry head.The autistic Omir finally raised his head.When he saw Brandt, his excited eyes lit up: Brandt?
We're back?
We did it!
Brandt looked at Omir with the wrong look: I just said something for a long time, no more than three meters away from you, didn't you hear?
Allen's eyes were also wrong, but the person he looked at was Brandt: You know them?
Emmm Brandt selectively said: This is my friend.He's certainly not referring to clowns.Omir added: Best friends, the kind that are half of each other, inseparable from life and death.Ahem.Brandt patted Omir to silence him, and then said, "That's pretty much it, I don't know why he's with the Joker, and here again, the Frankenstein I'm talking about is true, we got separated before."
What Brandt said stopped talking, true or false, and it really made Allen misunderstand: Did the clown coerce your friend?
The clown said dissatisfiedly: The clown never coerces anyone.Under everyone's skeptical eyes, he added with a smile: except for Batman.If you think about it, it seems that this is really the case.He used Harvey & middot; Dent and Rachel coerce Batman into making a choice, creating the villain Two-Face for Gotham.He used Jason & Middot; Todd coerced Batman into playing the game, creating a red hood for Gotham that is both good and evil.The Joker has never played exclusively with Batman.Tut.Alan pointed a gun at the clown and said, "Doctor Brandt, you take your friend to find a chance to leave, and I will keep an eye on the clown to prevent him from making any small moves."
The clown raised a hand very cooperatively: I don't do anything, but he playfully recited the word: Doctor?
Arkham psychiatrist?
Allen's hand tightened as he raised his gun: Isn't it enough to ruin a Quinn?
What else do you want to do!
The clown maintained a comical posture with one hand hanging around his neck and the other high, stood up in a good mood, and staggered to the side of the bed.Allen's muzzle followed him, but he sat down on his own.The clown innocently said: I don't want to do anything, but my head hurts and my mind is very confused, and I think I may be crazy.He laughed at himself with his joke: Ha, yes, I'm crazy, I need a doctor to help me, Dr.
Brant Nepier?!!!
Alan looked at him warily, not understanding why the Joker was putting his last name on Brandt, but he understood that one thing was enough: the Joker didn't need treatment, Dr.
Brandt, get out of here quickly.Brandt shook his head: You leave with Omir, I stay.Alan said urgently: Dr.
Brandt!
Brant said, "It's going to be fine."
Alan said: Harley said the same thing at the beginning, but within a week, he became a Harley Quinn and was admitted to the madman's ward.Brant heard the familiar name: Harley Quinn?
That clown-obsessed oil monster who vainly tries to be a stepmother to others?
The clown's laughter suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face was wonderful.Brandt pushed Alan out: You forgot my little tricks?
Leave, help me take care of Omir for a while, I can handle it.Alan retreated to the door with a complicated look on his face and closed the door.Brandt turned to the Joker: "Now, it's just the two of us.The clown slowly leaned against the wall, pulled out a pencil out of nowhere, and played with it: Dr.
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Nepier, I have a problem with my time cognition, you say, how long have I been away?
Brandt knew what he was trying to ask: You've been away from Arkham for almost ten days and you've been in Miami for less than three days, and there's something wrong with the speed of time.The clown let out a tone of voice.Brandt couldn't tell what he was thinking from the other man's expression, but there was one thing he had to say: My surname is Morgan, not Napier.The clown said, "But you know your last name is Napier.""
I was adopted as a baby, my last name was Driscoll, and then my mother was killed and I was picked up by her police friend, and then my last name was Morgan," Brant said.Except for Napier, what Brandt's surname is, the clown doesn't matter, but deep in his consciousness, the existence that has never expressed thoughts and feelings, suddenly rioted, he desperately hopes that his son can inherit his surname, and desperately hopes that his life is not a joke.The overly noisy spiritual world made the clown take a deep breath.He whispered dissatisfiedly: Shut up.Brandt looked at him strangely: Who are you talking to?
The clown said: an unimportant waste.Brant said, "Okay, so what do you want to talk about when you leave me behind?"
The clown said, "Don't talk about anything, shouldn't you treat me?"
It seems that you are not a serious psychiatrist either.In order to stop Arkham's riot, Brant emptied his consciousness tentacles, where can he be cured immediately?
What's more, the clown's brain danger is terrifying, and if he is not fully prepared, he is not going to interfere with his brain.Brandt said, "Since you don't have anything to say, answer my question."
The clown looked at him with his eyelids raised.Brant said: Is Harley Quinn really chasing you?
He was really curious about it.Joker: The Joker decides to change the subject: I used to have a son.This time it was Brandt's turn to raise his eyelids and look at him.The clown said: On his buttocks, there is a birthmark in the shape of a playing card of clubs.Brandt: ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ ugly man: My son has a birthmark on his buttocks.Bubu: If you don't take off your pants, of course there is no hellish birthmark on Brant's ass in Chapter 50 Crab Chapter 50, the clown will say that, but he doesn't want to see the calm and calm expression on his face, so he just makes a temporary move.Sure enough, after pit his son, his body and mind are comfortable, and even his hand that was injured by the gunshot no longer hurts.Brant walked over and sat down on the bed in the eyes of the clown.He was about half a body distance away from the clown, an intimate and unguarded distance, but it was also the most suitable distance for them at the moment.He looked sideways at the clown and calmly spoke to him: Can you tell me about it?
The clown chuckled: "What, the baby wants to listen to a bedtime story?"
Brandt turned his head, not knowing what he was looking at: I wanted to hear about my parents.Okay.The Joker seemed to be in a good mood, and he spoke quite consciously: Your father is a brilliant magician, and in order to save the decaying city, he has spent his life fighting against the evil and dark bat monsters.He kills Robin Monster, a bat monster's ado, blows up Bat Monster's girlfriend, a corrupt female lawyer, and gives Harvey, a prosecutor who tries in vain to drag the city into darkness; Dante made a small facelift, making him handsome and decent, and Brant looked at him silently, without saying a word.Okay, okay.Joker surrenders: It's a shame that you didn't inherit your father's sense of humor, where are we talking?
By the way, although your father's life was full of ups and downs, his happiest time was when he was a magician, and his magic skills were really good, do you want to see it?
He dangled his pencil and reached out to Brandt's eyes: Pencil magic, I can make it disappear on the back of your hand.Brandt asked: Piercing my palm and pulling it out from underneath?
Why would you think of such a cruel thing?
The clown made an incredibly false expression, and then a low hum turned into a crazy laugh, and he fell crooked on the hospital bed laughing, and said with relief: I was wrong, you have a good sense of humor.Brandt sighed: I don't want to hear the clown's magical experience of turning things upside down, I want to hear about Jack's, Jack · Nepier.The Joker's laughter was all put away abruptly, and he sat up against the wall, raising his eyelids and looking at Brandt: Bad name, the Joker doesn't know this kind of person."
I've heard he's a really good comedian, and my mom loves him," Brant said.The clown said indifferently: It's a pity that he died a long time ago.Brandt said: Is he really dead?
The clown said: He died fifteen years ago.Poor Jack, Batman ruined his life, the ugly city killed his wife and children, what could he do if he didn't die?
Brandt said: But I saw him.The clown fiddled with his pencil and did not speak.Brandt sighed: "When I was in the playground, I saw him crying and shouting, but you didn't let him out.After a long time, the clown said: useless guy, even if it comes out, but what else can he do besides make things worse?
Brandt laughed: Can you still give his son a hug?
The clown was also amused: his son, who had been lost for fifteen years, but had grown to twenty-four?
Brandt: Maybe?
The clown smiled and leaned back, and he stretched out his arms directly: Now he can too, do you want to hug?
Baby.