Bruce. Wayne opened his eyes.

First of all, it was the dazzling light that hit his pupils directly, which hurt a little, and his mind was very messy, but this did not prevent him from squinting his eyes and subconsciously observing his surroundings.

But in the next second, he found that his thoughts could not be translated into actual actions at all, because he had no way to turn his head at all, and there was something wrapped around his head, so that he could not move at all.

Oh no, not only the head, but also his body and limbs, all seemed to be wrapped, and at this moment, he was lying on his back, with a bare ceiling in sight and a chandelier that didn't even have a lampshade.

Everyone who wakes up in a coma and finds themselves in a strange place will subconsciously think about the question, that is, "Where am I?" ”

Bruce Wayne is the same, and in his memory, the final image is of a little boy who looks exactly like himself, who kills his parents and then shoots himself.

Well, now it seems that he should not be dead, so who saved him? Alfred? Or someone else, and how long have you been in a coma?

Wayne knew that he wouldn't get answers to these questions at this moment. He had to call someone first.

That's when it ......

"Oh? Hey, the 19th seems to be awake. A voice suddenly appeared, coming diagonally above his head, accompanied by the sound of unhurried footsteps.

Wayne's head was tied, so he couldn't look up to see who was making that sound, but he thought he should have heard it......

It's just that for a moment, I can't remember it.

But in the next second, he didn't need to think about it, because that person had already stuck his head into Bruce Wayne's sight.

"Oh my God......" Wayne felt his body consm uncontrollably.

Because, that person...... It's the clown!

Wait, no, it's not a clown, although it's a little similar, but that face is not the clown he knows, although this person's face is also very thin, but it has a distinct 'oriental taste', and he didn't paint his face with that ridiculous clown makeup, he didn't wear lipstick, and his mouth was not very big, but a wound cut on both sides of the corner of his mouth with a knife, and the wound was sewn up.

So, is this a 'clown gang'?

Just as he was thinking, another voice came from under his feet, and the voice was a woman.

Immediately after, a woman in a nurse's outfit walked into Wayne's line of sight.

Well, this time, Bruce Wayne will not admit it, this man is 'Harry. Quinn', the crazy woman who followed the clown all day, only now that she was wearing a nurse's uniform, there was not so obvious madness in her eyes, but no matter what, this person was definitely Harley. Quinn.

"I woke up on the 19th, I thought this guy would be able to sleep a few more days." Quinn looked impatient and muttered.

"So hurry up and give him a tranquilizer, I'm going to be annoyed to death by these people." The man with the scar on his mouth continued.

And Quinn seemed to hate the other party a little, and she replied without cutting back: "Don't order me, I know what to do." ”

"Okay, okay, I don't know why you are so prejudiced against me, I said it, I didn't mean to learn your little pudding, the scar on my mouth was cut by a guy in my head, and it never healed, what can I do."

"It's because you didn't do it yourself, so I didn't shoot you in the head, which is already very reasonable, and besides, I just hate you, and you should be considered to be annoying." Quinn said.

After hearing this, the man thought for a few seconds, and then nodded: "Hmm...... You have a point. ”

Wayne listened to the conversation between the two men like this, and then realized that he couldn't understand a word, so he had to take the initiative to yell at Quinn.

"Hey, where is this? What's going on? What number 19? ”

Quinn then turned his gaze to Wayne's side.

"Uh..... How are there so many questions. Quinn said weakly, "Let me answer you a few questions first, lest you keep chattering here, first of all, this is Arkham Asylum, and you are a patient here." ”

"What...... What the? Bruce Wayne was shocked, and he realized that he couldn't move, as if it was because he was wearing a 'bondage suit', the kind of 'bondage suit' that was specially prepared for those who couldn't control their behavior in a mental hospital.

"Bastard, don't lie here, let me out!" Wayne yelled.

Quinn still had that weak expression: "I didn't lie to you, you are the 19th patient here, and you are also the oldest group of seniors, since you were eight years old, you have been staying here, and you have also made up a character called 'Batman', fantasizing that you fight criminals everywhere, punish evil and promote good, and what other 'Superman' and 'Flash' Oh, anyway, you fantasize about a strange person every once in a while, now, I don't have the heart to listen to you tell me about those superpower friends in your head." ”

"Impossible! Bastard, this is another trick that joker came up with, right, haha——— he was locked up in a mental hospital at the age of eight, can't he think of a better reason, who will ...... when he is eight years old"

Bruce Wayne roared, but suddenly, he stopped talking, because he seemed to think of something.

"Oh? Looks like you've remembered, yes, you were locked up here at such a young age because you killed your parents at that young age. ”

Quinn's words were like that hot bullet that exploded in his head with a thud.

"Besides, you've fantasized that all the staff here are heinous villains, but whatever, we don't care about a psychopath's whimsy."

Quinn continued, and then, gesturing to the man next to him, "Hey, the one over there....... That ......"

Chen Xiao.

"Oh, yes, Chen Xiao, push this guy to Professor Yang. I've run out of sedatives, you tough guys. ”

Behind him, the man's voice came: "Cut, you say you hate me, but you don't have any ambiguity to arouse me." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wayne felt that the bed he was walking in was pushed, the ceiling receded at an even speed, and he was pushed out of the hospital room with the sound of rolling cars.

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