(For the "Midsummer Presumptuous" brothers)

Halle Queezel leads Mason all the way to Arkham Asylum.

It's going to be the end of the day, and Mason can see that many of the employees who work here are leaving in a hurry, and the expressions on their faces are unabashedly like they are fleeing hell.

In the second half, the employees were in a state of mind like wild dogs, and Mason once again felt that some kind of indescribable "momentum" of Arkham was coming.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Crane!"

As she walked into her second-floor office, Harley greeted a middle-aged doctor who was clocking out from work.

The latter looked up and smiled mildly and politely, and with his very elitist-style official glasses, he immediately saw Mason behind Harley.

This puzzled Dr. Klein, who had been working in Arkham Asylum for several years, and he pushed his glasses and asked in a magnetic voice:

"Hallie, who is this?"

"He's my cousin."

Dr. Hallie replied as usual:

"You want to come to my place of work to have a look, and by the way, accompany me through tonight's shift, you know, because of the schedule, I am the only attending doctor on duty tonight."

"Oh, is that so?"

Looking at Mason's distinctly yellow complexion and then at Halle Quezel, who was as white as a swan, Dr. Crane's eyes flashed with a strange glint.

But acquiesced to this terrible lie.

He pushed his glasses and whispered:

"It may seem a bit out of line with the rules of the hospital, but it's nothing, a young and beautiful lady like you always needs a flower messenger.

Especially in this place of Arkham for the night.

Have a nice night on duty, Hallie, and I'll bring you coffee tomorrow morning. But keep in mind that the office is monitored, so if you two want to talk about something intimate, remember to go outside."

"Thank you, Dr. Crane, for always healing my tired heart with your coffee."

Hallie made a joke as she watched Dr. Crane leave with a black suitcase, and when she pushed open the office door, she found Mason still standing outside the door, looking at Crane with a thoughtful expression.

"What's wrong?"

The female doctor brushed the blonde hair that was scattered over her shoulders and asked softly:

"You think Dr. Klein is a gentleman, right? He's the star doctor of Arkham Asylum, and many nurses like him.

It's a pity that he's not the kind of style I like."

"Yes, he is indeed a gentleman and very personable, full of a sense of superiority of the upper elite but not annoying."

Mason shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Especially when he's not wearing a mask."

"Masks? What mask?"

Hallie changed into the doctor's white coat, tied up her hair, and said curiously:

"Dr. Crane doesn't have any masks."

"That's something you haven't seen before, and of course, it's best not to expect to see one." new

Mason didn't say much on the subject.

His nose moved as he entered Hallie's office, which was small and had a peculiar aroma, like incense used in meditation.

The young man asked:

"What is this scent?"

"Oh, the fragrance from Dr. Klein, supposedly found on his travels abroad, is found in every office."

Harley prepared the materials she needed for the night shift, and replied as she was busy:

"Smells good, right? Before I used your Vitality Potion, it was this soothing fragrance that helped me get through the stress."

Mason didn't answer.

He frowned slightly and looked at the hint of the translucent character card in front of him:

"Harmful gases were detected to intrude, and alchemical knowledge analyzed them as "trace amounts of hallucinogens". The item can cause subtle changes in the mental state of long-term inhalers, making it

It's easier to fall into a state of distraction, sluggishness, or seduction."

"Scarecrow's hallucinogens, and perhaps the Joker's toxins, plus the stress of Arkham's other patients. With so many powerful front-line villains serving you alone, how can ordinary normal people dare to enjoy this kind of blessing?

No wonder Harley Quinn was born in this place."

Mason vomited and walked to the window to open it to let the smell of the office dissipate a bit.

He turned to Hallie, who seemed to be in a good mood as she was humming a song, and said:

"Take me to the place where you usually talk to patients, if Zhou Ke'er wants to use drugs to put you into hypnosis, then it must be when you are in contact with him alone."

Hearing the name "Mr. J" made Harley Queezel, who was in a good mood, bite her lip, and after it became clear that she had been subjected to vicious hypnosis, the female doctor was very resistant to all that madman.

But she apparently began to trust Mason.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he stood up and handed a white lab coat to Mason for him to put it on.

The two men walked to the psychotherapy room dedicated to Arkham Asylum, which despite its notoriety and the fact that the main building was more than a hundred and thirty years old, the facilities of the asylum were not bad due to the long-term donations of the Wayne Group and other organizations.

Each doctor has a dedicated treatment room and even a relaxation room full of snacks.

However, this generous treatment did not win the hearts of the doctors, and the turnover rate in this madhouse was quite staggering, and only a handful of people like Dr. Klein worked here for more than three years.

The most outrageous is based on the "grapevine" that Harley shared on the road.

It is said that several unlucky doctors who were too responsible or too involved in the drama did not have time to submit their resignation reports, and they themselves became one of the long-term patients in this insane asylum.

That damn hellish joke actually came true in Arkham.

The patient was not cured, and the doctor went crazy.

"Here it is."

Harley took a deep breath and pushed the door of her dedicated treatment room open.

Mason didn't smell anything strange when he walked in, and the room was cleaned.

He scrutinized every furnishing in the room like a detective, and under Harley's slightly worried gaze, Mason quickly noticed a clown doll on the table.

He discreetly put on his medical gloves and picked it up, kneading it before looking up at Harley as she stood in the doorway.

Scold.

A small folding knife popped out of Mason's hand and poked into the stitches of the doll, and he reached inside and fumbled for it, and a very small bottle was removed.

"I guess, this should also be given to you by Zhou Ke'er? As some kind of "proof of friendship" between the patient and the doctor?"

Mason tossed the tattered clown doll in the trash, pinched the little thumb-sized object between his fingers, looked up, and said something casually.

The last bit of illusion in Harley Quezel's mind was shattered, and she leaned against the door and covered her face.

The truth is always so hurtful.

She had been very responsible, trying very hard to calm the patient's emotions, but her vicious patient only wanted to harm her.

Only a third of the liquid in the vial in Mason's hand remained, and the label message pulsed:

Joker's neurotoxin (diluted)

Quality: Epic Alchemy Creation (Toxin) - Exquisite Craftsmanship

Efficacy: The Joker's carefully concocted toxin, when used in large quantities in gas, causes too many lives to be inhaled in a short period of time, resulting in death, leaving a signature smile.

When used in small amounts, it will destroy the brain of the target life, making its mental state and thinking pattern uncontrollable.

The diluted clown toxin is still strongly hallucinogenic and often used by Zhou Keer with crazy psychic guidance to create die-hard followers or playthings for himself.

Maker: Zhou Keer

Item description: The next victim of this thing is supposed to be Harley Quinn Seventeen.

Note: In the process of recipe analysis, the estimated completion time is [77 hours].

"Nice windfall."

With an interested smile, Mason put the clown toxin in his hand into the bag hidden in his waist, and took off his medical gloves to pull Dr. Hallie, who was distracted, up.

He said:

"I don't know how you medical students were taught when you were in school, as far as I'm concerned, I might be interested in the fantasy world through the eyes of the mentally ill, but I'm definitely not going to try to think about it the way they see the world.

Only the same kind can understand the same kind, and you want to understand Zhou Keer and treat him?

What a crazy idea."

The young man shook his head and said to the female doctor:

"That's it for tonight, I suddenly realized that I might not be ready to meet Zhou Keer, and I don't want to anger Batman because of a madman.

It's time for us to go.

You're looking terrible right now, maybe need a little cheer or a glass of wine? I just happen to know a nice bar."

"I'm going to confront him! I'm going to debunk his tricks!"

Harley grabbed Mason's hand and whispered in pleading:

"Will you come with me? Just outside the door to give me courage, I dare not go alone."

"If it's just courage, why not?"

Mason did not refuse the request.

He gentlemanly supported Halle Quezel, whose legs were weak, and took the elevator to the bottom floor of Arkham's asylum.

This is a single room full of "V clients".

Pull out a random one in it that can become a supervillain in other cities, but in Gotham, he can only stay in his cell as humiliatingly as being "stamped" by Batboy.

Only by seeing this spectacular "collectible" with your own eyes can you truly understand Batman's terrifying deterrent power in the city. And now it seems quiet at this time before the night comes, and it is far from the most "lively" time of the day.

It is said that "super hearing" can be practiced in Arkham, and the guys here always like to around in the middle of the night.

Standing in front of the room with "JOKER" on the door, Harley breathed heavily, glancing at Mason, who was standing in the shadows next to her, who made a gesture of encouragement to her.

So the female doctor mustered up the courage to step forward and clenched her fist and slammed it a few times, and then, a somewhat funny but neutral voice sounded from inside:

"Who? Who is so rude? Can't you even learn to knock on doors?"

"It's me! Hallie Quezel!"

Hallie shouted.

Zhou Ke'er's voice became pleasant, and he stretched out his voice and said:

"Well, look who's here, my former little darling Quinn! Have you come to visit your little sweetheart?"

But his voice instantly became vicious again:

", you're not my little darling anymore, witch! Ever since you tried to treat me with that damn potion, oh my God, how could there be such a vicious person in this world?

Won't you allow me to enjoy my chaotic but simple happy time?

!

Harley, the malevolent witch!

We broke up, and I'll find another cutie in this "palace" who is willing to accompany me to madness, and I have a lot of options."

"No! Zhou Keer! I dumped you! You son of the beach!"

Enraged, Harley pounded the iron door and shouted:

"I'm not going to be hypnotized by your tricks anymore, you madman***! You hate the kind of medicine that will make you sober, right? Very good!

I will bring them to you every day until the day I heal you!"

"Yo yo yo, look at what kind of third-rate doctor this is, so unprofessional? How can you yell at a patient like that? I should really complain to Dr. Klein."

Zhou Keer was not ashamed, but happy

replied,

But he changed his words and said:

"You stupid woman can't find out about my brilliant joke in the rest of your life, someone must be helping you... Who's out there! Speak! Ha, I thought the game was over, but I didn't expect it to take another interesting turn.

It turns out that some troubled guy is fighting with me for the soul and personality of lovely Harley, and you are trying to snatch her from the happy world I have created?

You think beautifully!"

The clown's voice became sharp and vicious, and he frantically kicked the iron door and shouted:

"Let's keep playing, and I'll let you see the birth of the perfect Harley Quinn with your own eyes!

Although I'm sure I'm tired of playing with her and then coming up with a genius idea to make her disappear in an accident, just like the sixteen cuties who loved me before me.

I hate jerks who interrupt the game.

I'm going to kill...

Uh, why kill?

How funny, you're outside, and I hear little Harley's pounding heart, and the poor girl thinks she's found a backer and is no longer afraid of the big bad guys.

How naïve.

Hallie, Hallie, my poor Hallie, come, tell me, what time is it?"

The female doctor looked down at her watch but was grabbed by Mason, and then the silver-gray invisibility cloak shrouded the two of them in place and disappeared into the shadows.

"Shhhhhh

Mason silenced the frightened Hallie Quezel, and he felt a strong sense of unease from the Joker's words. Not from the clown, but from the outside world!

The thing he'd been waiting for was about to happen.

Right now!

The clown, who had not received an answer, was not discouraged, and leaned against the wall of his ward, as if sharing something that distressed him, and said to those outside the wall:

"Those bastards have been contacting me lately, and even though I strangled three of them, they persevered, and they kept telling me a god-like prophecy that the end was coming.

Whew, who cares?

Well, they also said they killed Batman, hell! I don't believe it!

No one can kill Batman.

Except for me.

Yes.

Only I have the ability.

Run, Harley and your new master, run! If it's not half past seven, then you'll have time to escape.

But if you're not lucky..."

"Boom"

A loud bang interrupted the clown's words.

There was a violent explosion on the surface of Arkham Asylum as the ground shook throughout the ground, and Mason heard the muffled roar of some rapid-fire weapon and one or two terrible screams.

Dr. Halle Queezel in his arms would have been stupefied.

Holding Mason so hard that he didn't dare to let go, he couldn't even hold his breath, as if he was afraid that something bad would happen again.

"Well, it seems that you are not lucky enough."

In the continuous explosion, Zhou Keer's gloating voice came from the other side of the wall, and he said:

"They did it, what a bunch of people who walked the talk, they didn't need a second more, super time concept! I'm starting to appreciate them.

Run!

Silly boy, run.

All the freaks in this palace will be unleashed, and they have made a deal with the doomsday theorists who want to set Gotham on fire, and they will be the vanguard of the apocalypse.

Except for me.

I've always hated crowded places.

You don't have to worry about me.

I'll wait for my friend Batman to come to my rescue.

I hope we'll see you again, Harley, our story isn't over yet, cutie, you'll fall in love with me, I promise... Ahh

Pinch hahahaha!"

Familiar and iconic

Maniac laughter echoed in the sound of explosions getting closer and deeper into the ground, like a signal that woke up the other clients in Ward V at the bottom of Arkham Asylum.

They cursed and pounded the iron gates.

And they are looking forward to the people who have invited them in the past few days to come down and give them a chance to be free and able to carry out their "ambitions".

In the invisibility cloak, under the horrified gaze of Hallie Quezel, the expressionless Mason picked up the mobile phone in his hand that had been turned on and dialed three minutes ago, and said to the other side:

"Did you hear that?"

"Well, I'll get ready right away."

Alfred's elegant London accent remained unfazed even at this time, and he asked briefly:

"Do I need support for you?"

"Not necessarily."

Mason replied:

"I can get out safely, don't let Batman show up yet! He's not fully recovered yet, waiting for me to come over and join him."

After the communication hung up, the young man glanced at Dr. Hallie, who was trembling in his arms.

He smiled helplessly and said:

"Well, I had other things to do tonight. But for now, let's start Arkham's escape journey first."