Mason doesn't know that the hapless Mr. Sandstorm has been caught by Green Arrow crouching there as he sneaks into Gotham City, and that the young man is busy talking to the Kite Man.

With the chaos caused by the League of Assassins in Gotham, Team K's original goal of looting the virus vaccine was easily accomplished without any risk or pressure.

According to the Kite Man, he arrived at the warehouse at Wayne Industries' medical department when it was empty.

Even the entire warehouse was completely dark due to a power shortage, and the originally tight monitoring system was taken offline.

If he hadn't restarted the backup energy in the warehouse in time, the vaccines that needed to be cryopreserved would have completely failed in the chaos tonight.

"You store the vaccine in your bag and look out above to see the outcome of the battle between Mr. Sandstorm and the Justice League, but don't get close or be spotted by them.

I'll rush back to meet you at once."

Mason cut off the communication after a few words of advice to Charles, and glanced back at Nightwing, who had been thrown into the co-pilot of Batmobile No. 2.

He made an OK gesture to Catwoman, and Selena closed the cabin and took a step back to the Batcave. new

As for Mason himself, he released his beloved blue scooter and prepared to fly back to his cabin.

But just as the scooter started, a vine sprawling from the ground suddenly grabbed Mason's handlebar, causing the young man to glance at the vine in surprise.

Not surprisingly, Poison Ivy was found standing in the shadows of the grove leading to the outer part of Arkham Asylum.

Still gesturing to him to come over.

Considering Poison Ivy's "great reputation" in Gotham City, in the face of the invitation of this cute, sweet and vicious female villain, Mason picked up the crit cannon and pressed the cursed bullet on it, and then walked over with vigilance.

"Don't be so careful, if I had malicious intentions towards you, that vine just now would be enough to release a deadly hormonal gas on you."

The Poison Ivy Woman said coldly.

This female villain, who has long fiery red hair and weird green skin all over her body, but is not ugly, but has a unique temptation, speaks really directly.

And there was a disgust for flesh creatures in his tone.

This is also normal.

Regardless of the origin of her villainous story, her villain has become a special life form between flesh and plant due to the malice of her fellow humans.

The distrust of human beings stems not only from its own tragedy, but also from the instinctive resistance of "different species".

"It's because I know you have no ill will that we can stand so close and talk."

Mason also patted the matching gun in his hand unceremoniously, and the special power brought by the cursed bullet was sensed by the Poison Ivy Girl, causing her to frown and take a few steps away.

Probably nature is warning her?

"Tell me, why are you waiting for me here?"

Because Mr. Sandstorm is still in the city, Mason doesn't have much time to make a fool of himself with the female villain, but he has the idea of including Poison Ivy in Team K.

But now is not the time.

This one is not the same as Zakang.

Zakang belongs to the kind of scum who is very bad, but has a good conscience.

Poison ivy, on the other hand, is a very withdrawn and dangerous person who doesn't care much about "human morality" or even human life.

She is a serious "half-plant", and with her temper, she has every reason to shout the terrible slogan "Plants are life".

"Follow me."

The red-haired green lady turned and walked into the shadows behind her, and Mason followed, and the young man didn't take a few steps before he smelled a strong smell of blood.

It made him frown.

After turning a few corners in the grove, Mason saw the bodies of four or five black-clad warriors lying on the ground, in horrible condition, each of which had been killed by a blunt object shattering the skull.

This made Mason raise an eyebrow and look at Poison Ivy again.

With a wave of her hand, the green lady saw the staggered blades of grass and vines that had crossed in front of their eyes, revealing Dr. Halle Queezel, who was hiding in the middle of it, holding her head and shivering.

The latter's doctor's robe is nowhere to be found.

She was wearing a tracksuit covered in glaring blood, and she was clutching a broken baseball bat in her hand.

"This..."

Mason immediately understood the cause and effect.

Then he heard the Poison Ivy woman say with strong remorse:

"She asked me to bring her over, saying she wanted to see if her patient was okay, but I should leave her in a safe place in the city.

I don't know what's going on, but after I was sent back by the red-clad freak and said goodbye to you, I came back to see her sitting among the corpses crying.

She was terrified.

I strongly suspect that the clown left some hell of a trick on her, but she told me before that her symptoms of being hypnotized by the clown have been cured by you."

"The symptoms of hypnosis were indeed broken by the refreshment, but maybe the clown did more than hypnotize her."

Mason took out a bottle of palliative from his bosom, stuck the cannon in his waist and walked forward slowly, he stared at Dr. Hallie, who was squatting there and weeping silently, and whispered:

"Hallie? Remember me? I'm Mason, the alchemist who helped you."

"Mason?"

Dr. Hallie looked up, her red and swollen eyes from crying as she tried to smile, but her blood-stained face and the weird smile made the Poison Ivy Girls behind Mason take a breath of cold air.

This behavior pattern cannot be said to be exactly the same as Zhou Keer, and it can also be said to be a classic reproduction.

"I didn't do it... I... I don't know what's going on here..."

She soon saw the corpse at Mason's feet, and immediately shuddered, lowered her head again, covered her face, and said in a dumb voice:

"Mr. J died, and I felt relieved. I saw through the binoculars that he had been blown out of the head by you, and no one could hurt me anymore, and I felt safe.

I thought maybe it would be time to say goodbye to my old life and start a new life, and I remember someone saying to me that to start a new life is to change the old name of the past.

So I gave myself a new name...

I suppose I should be called Halle Quinn?"

"Call it whatever you want, that's your freedom, girl."

Mason approached her and handed the palliative in his hand, and he whispered:

"But you're a doctor, you know? You're in a terrible situation right now, you should drink this pill and ask your friend Ivy to take you to a comfortable place to sleep.

Stop worrying about this, you know what I mean?

Arkham Asylum is over, you've lost your job, you should take a good break to empty yourself and find a place to return to work.

Need I introduce you to a cool clinic?"

"I don't know, I don't know if I'm fit to continue in this profession, or should I give up my failed career as a doctor and try to be a professional gymnast again?"

Dr. Hallie, who still had blood on her face, took the palliative from Mason and poured it into it without looking, which meant that she still trusted Mason even after some drastic change in her mental thinking.

The palliative agent quickly took effect, and Hallie's condition improved visibly.

She no longer trembled.

The voice of the speaker will not suddenly become very sharp, and the out-of-control mood will be much better.

It seems that the original consciousness is slowly returning.

As Mason and Poison Ivy watched, she glanced at the broken baseball bat she was holding in her hand, threw it out and threw it at Ivy and was held in Poison Ivy's arms.

"Alright, nothing will happen. It's all gone, it's all gone."

Treat others coldly

The indifferent Poison Ivy Girl was patient and gentle with Hallie, patting Dr. Halle's back gently and silently flicking her fingers.

Several carnivorous vines crawled through the woods, rolling up Mason's body and dragging it deep into the woods.

Even the blades of grass on the ground moved to excavate and renovate the earth, and in a matter of seconds, a seeping murder scene was completely restored to its normal appearance.

"I've become a monster, Ivy."

Harley sobbed in the arms of the Poison Ivy Girl and said:

"I remember very well that just when I thought I could finally get rid of the haunting Mr. J forever, I fell into the trap he had woven for me.

It was a vicious psychological suggestion, hidden beneath the surface of hypnosis.

I was supposed to be a professional.

I should have been able to see through the conspiracy, but I was so desperate to figure out the Joker's peculiar mental activity that I turned over the last mistake a psychiatrist should make.

I'm sorry, Mason.

I can't tell you this, the clown made me forget this, maybe I want to forget that boring past... I did something wrong.

Terrible wrongdoing."

"It's okay, it's already like this anyway."

Mason sighed as well.

He remembered the conversation the Joker had had with him in the room of Arkham Asylum at the beginning of the chaos tonight.

At that time, he should have realized this when he heard Zhou Keer say that this game of staking the will of Dr. Halle Quezel was not over yet.

That scoundrel never simply puts his intrigues on the table, he always does things in a series of ways.

Well, this kind of whimsical thinking may be worth learning from yourself.

"Take her away."

Mason collected his mood and said to Poison Ivy:

"Don't go to the Iceberg Bar, where the superheroes stop the bad guys, you can go to Dr. Leslie's clinic near Crime Alley.

That's my boss.

She also has some research in psychology, and recently Halle has been able to get treatment there, and my shop is just across the street from the clinic.

When it's all over, I'll go see her."

"And Ivy's medicine!"

Dr. Hallie wiped the blood from her face, and she looked back to Mason with a dodgy look and reminded:

"Ivy's condition is much worse than mine, and only that magic potion can suppress her mania."

"I'll send it there as soon as possible."

The young man waved his hand, glanced again at the dark night sky where dawn was approaching, and said:

"Why don't we go together? My motorcycle can carry both of you."

"Pickling girls on motorcycles? Are you a stupid sixteen-year-old boy?"

The poison ivy woman pursed her lips disdainfully.

Then, a few minutes later, she was forced to put on a safety helmet and sit in the fuss motorcycle car, watching Mason ride this thing into the sky in amazement, and the poison ivy girl wanted to give herself two mouths.

You know that people are mysterious alchemists, how can you still look at this mysterious guy with common sense?

"Also, I'm seventeen."

Mason saw the strange expression of the Poison Ivy Girl and whispered something with his flying goggles.

Behind him, Dr. Halle Quezel, who was also wearing a helmet and hugging the waist of a young man ten years younger than her, curiously looked at the night scene hundreds of meters in the air, and marveled at the gadgets Mason had brought out.

After a few minutes of flying, Hallie suddenly spoke:

"Mason, why is your shop only open at night? Are there any unique rules in your industry? For example, it is only open at night, otherwise it will invite misfortune and other legends?"

"Not really."

The young man honestly said:

"It's just because I'm alone in the store

I still have to go to Dr. Leslie's clinic during the day, so I can't even bother to come to the store... Wait, why are you asking this?"

"Can I work for you?"

Dr. Hallie nudged his gold-rimmed glasses with the shattered left lens, and whispered:

"If it's not troublesome, after all, I'm afraid to go out to work in my current situation. Until I get better, I can do odd jobs or something in your shop.

I'll move out after I recover.

I mean, if I ever heal—"

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Mason thought for a moment and said:

"Yes, your professional medical background comes in handy, and Ivy can also live in the store with you, so it's convenient to go to the hospital when the time comes."

"What about you?"

The Poison Ivy Woman with the helmet suddenly spoke:

"Where are you going to sleep?"

"I can stay at the Iceberg Bar for a while, Charles has a lot of rooms there."

Mason snorted and said:

"Don't think I'm as dirty as everyone else, Ivy, you're all my patients now."

"Great! You don't have to sleep on the streets."

Dr. Hallie cheered in a shrill voice that made her heart tremble, and then covered her mouth under the strange gaze of the Poison Ivy Girl, and whispered:

"I mean, thank you for taking us in, Mason, you're such a nice guy."

"You say I'm a good person, and I'm happy."

Mason shook his head and whispered:

"But I'm not happy that you're going back to the iceberg bar that I hate. Speaking of which, Ivy, did you have any stories with Selena from time to time?

I saw the look you look at her as you left.

Of course, if it's inconvenient to say, forget it, I'll just ask casually."

"There's nothing you can't say."

The poison ivy woman, who was sitting in the car and still wearing a silly safety helmet, leaned there expressionlessly, and said in a calm tone:

"She had a bad time after she had been running away from her previous wedding to Batman, and she was addicted to alcohol, and I had a terrible time.

We had a cohabitation life for a while.

Supporting each other out of the mud of life, and later when Batboy was besieged by the villains in the city, she left me and ran to find the man she hated.

Not even a farewell letter was left.

Can these pasts satisfy your gossip mind? Mason, do you need me to tell you a little more intimate details about my relationship with Selena?"

"That's enough, no more needed."

Mason felt that Selena's private life was so "colorful", and he didn't ask for more details.

He sped through the air towards Gotham City at dawn.

At the same time, Batman, who was in the city with his companions to check the remains of the shattered sandstorm, also received a bolt of news.

The old man turned and walked briskly into the shadows in the corner under the strange gaze of Green Arrow and the Flash, and he reached for the bat-ear communicator of his helmet.

It's as if this thing broke down all of a sudden.

He said to the other end of the communicator:

"Wait! Alfred, I didn't hear what you said just now, it could be signal interference, you say it again. Who are you taking care of, so you don't have time to help me monitor the city?

Who's that for me?"

"Your son, Master Wayne."

The old butler Ah Fu replied slowly:

"I have already bathed Master Damian and arranged your room for him when he was a child, and now I am preparing the well-fitting pajamas for him, and just five minutes ago, the results of the DN test were out.

I used seven different instruments and cross-checked the results.

He's your kid, Wayne

The next head of the family.

If it's convenient for you, you should leave the boring things in town and come back immediately.

Master Damian may wake up in another hour, and I think it would be better to have his father by his side when he wakes up."

Alfred paused, and whispered:

"That's what Ms. Selena meant, who said she could accept the presence of Master Damian and didn't resist continuing her relationship with a single father with a child.

But she wants to talk to you seriously and seriously about the issue of emotional fidelity.

Need I prepare a candlelit dinner for the two of you in advance?

This is a very serious question.

After all, whether the parents' relationship is harmonious or not will have a great impact on the adolescent child.

Master Wayne?

Oh no, Lord Wayne, are you listening?"