Black Gate Prison,

Some time ago, a self-proclaimed "Silence" madman blasted the entire Arkham asylum to slag. Some of Arkham's patients have fled, while the rest have to face the problem of "homelessness".

As an emergency response, all of Arkham's patients and felons were temporarily transferred to the Black Gate Prison, which led to the instant overcrowding of the Black Gate Prison in the near future.

Today, the tenth day of the official construction of Arkham City, it is finally time for the prisoners currently held in the Black Gate to be transferred to Arkham one after another.

"Don't do that, Casio. You know, I've been doing really well. A prisoner in a prison uniform dug his fingers deep into his messy hair, "Every time you call me Jimmy Briggs for something, I always run fast without a little delay. Don't deny it. ”

"Yes, yes, I'll admit it, Jimmy." The black doctor, Casio, was wiping his glasses, and beside him stood three fierce, heavily armed Black Gate guards.

The criminal, named Jimmy, said in pain and despair: "'The best fish I've ever raised,' you've always said about me, Jimmy Bregs should be a good man, you know I never cause trouble." I'm not a clown, I'm not a two-faced man or a scarecrow or anything, I'm just little Jimmy Braggs! I've never been a bad person, and if people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone."

"Look, Jimmy," he said, putting his eyes back on, looking at the previous records, "it's not up to me to do this"

"But you can be open to the old fellow, right?" Jimmy said almost pleadingly, "I've never caused you even the slightest bit of trouble!" ”

The doctor said helplessly, "I don't like the crazy idea of Arkham City more than you, but an order is an order." The above requirement is that every prisoner or mentally ill prisoner in the Black Gate Prison must be transferred to Arkham City, with no exceptions. And now - I'm sorry - it's your turn. ”

After saying that, he stepped back to the side and motioned to the two guards behind him: "Give him calm." ”

The two guards nodded to each other, and one of them pulled out his syringe and stepped forward.

Jimmy curled back in horror, like a child scared of a needle: "Please, please, I don't want to"

"I'm sorry, Briggs." The doctor said in a calm tone.

Jimmy's tone became intense: "No! You can't leave me there! I won't survive a day there! ”

But his struggle was also futile, a guard relentlessly restrained him, the sharp needle of the syringe pierced his skin, pushing the cold anesthetic into his bloodstream, leaving him paralyzed and unconscious in an instant.

As the two guards dragged Briggs out of the cell, Dr. Casio sighed, "This bill is insane. Throw fantasies like Jimmy Briggs into Arkham City and lock up monsters like Victor Sass and the Joker."

"An order is an order." One of the doctors who dragged Jimmy out spoke mercilessly, without looking back.

Casio smiled lightly, "But speaking of the Joker, I don't have a problem with preparing a ward for him in the super prison Arkham City." ”

The other side of the prison.

The connected empty corridors echoed with a terrifying chilling laugh from the depths of hell.

Only one person in the world can make such a terrible laugh, as if he wants to laugh at all the things he didn't laugh enough in his previous life.

"Are we there?"

"Not yet."

"Have you arrived?"

"Not yet!"

"It's time to arrive, right?"

"Not yet."

"And now?"

"Shut up!"

It's hard to imagine that this conversation takes place like a dad on his way to an amusement park, between a criminal who is escorted to the first super prison in history and the guards who escort him.

The Joker was now dressed in the restraint suit that only the most threatening prisoners of the Black Gate had a "privilege" to wear, and his hands and feet were firmly tied to a wheelchair. A guard pushed his wheelchair behind him down the empty hallway.

Along the way, the clown's mouth kept chattering endlessly.

"Oops, David! You've never taken me out before! You didn't have any enthusiasm when you pushed behind my ass. ”

"There's a try." The guard named David said coldly.

"I mean, though I'm not qualified to say that our dear old Arkham is a pigsty. But the city of Arkham? Ha ha! That's a colorful oversized madhouse! It's spectacular and exciting! I thought maybe I should run for mayor! You don't have to say it, I know you must be thinking so too. After all, who better to be the mayor of Arkham than me? ”

"Uh-huh." David replied as if he were could.

"I knew ahem," the clown shouted excitedly, and if he hadn't been tied to a wheelchair, he would have jumped up, "so many people are waiting to shake my hand, so many babies are waiting for me to kick me and bet, and no guy can run for mayor as much as I do!" How do you sing the lyrics of that song? 'Happy days are here again~! ’”

"I don't know what to say." David was surprisingly calm, with a strange smile on his lips.

"I'm not trying to point fingers, David, but I'm pretty sure the van to the cell is behind us right now." The Joker reminded.

"I'm cutting corners." David chuckled.

"Oops, how do I seem to smell betrayal?" The clown grinned and said, "You mean a shortcut?" When did you become so creative, good brother David? If I wasn't familiar with the paths in this facility, I would have thought you were going to grab a seat on the Cabinet! ”

"Don't get me wrong! Brothers! I'm here for you! I even have a plan ready, we can manipulate the inside story of the election first, and then," he swallowed back the second half of his words.

After David entered the code on the combination lock of a door in front of them, the heavy metal door slowly opened, and behind the door were the heavily armed guards who had been waiting for a long time.

The clown realizes that something is wrong and yells, "Oh, aren't you the Argo?" And you, Reed? Ha ha! How? Are all the old brothers coming to welcome my election? ”

These were the guards who had worked at the Arkham asylum, he remembered. Unfortunately for him, these are more or less lost because of him.

But what is lost? How could this clown remember? He wouldn't remember all the sins he had committed in a small notebook, because he didn't know how much paper would have to be wasted.

David violently kicked him in the back of his wheelchair and kicked him into the dimly lit room.

"You may have found it, Joker." He gritted his teeth and said, "The people here today are the same people who have been seized by you for the most important things. We are gathered here today for only one thing - and that is justice! (To be continued.) )