Arkham Asylum, its full name is: Elizabeth Arkham Mental Illness Crime Asylum!
Its location is located in a hidden forest on the outskirts of Getan City. Its defense is very complete and mainly sponsored and operated by the Wayne Group. Its internal hardware facilities are also very complete and well-funded, with sufficient funds. It is an extraordinary asylum and is not known to ordinary citizens.
Because, in this mental hospital, this abnormal human research center, most of the prisoners it detains are extremely dangerous high-IQ criminals! It can be said that almost all the well-known villains defeated and captured by Batman were sent here by Batman in the end!
Among them, the infamous "Joker" is being detained in this madhouse now, including the infamous "Joker" and other extremely dangerous figures!
It can be said without hesitation that all the people who are detained here are actually a group of people with a heinous crime who can be sent to gallows or electric stools!
But, in the end, they were sent to this prison-like asylum...
No matter what Batman is for, whether he is because of his personal desires, to demonstrate his personal achievements, or otherwise, in the end, those criminals who killed countless people and caused countless tragedies were able to escape the judgement of the law under the interference of his Batman and his Wayne group, and were imprisoned here in the name of a ridiculous "mental ill".
after all……
Mental patients do not have to bear legal responsibilities. This is a normal law that the whole world needs to abide by, right?
As for those normal people who are physically abused by the "mental ill" during the onset of the disease, whether they are dead or injured, or otherwise... For example, those poor guys who have lost their love, family, friends, or even their lives under the attack of the "mental ill" may only be sad and shed tears in the quilt, or claiming to be unlucky in the hell of the devil and God's heaven!
A word of "mental illness" can make those sinful guys escape the trial of the law, and then be detained in the luxurious Arkham Asylum, where they are invested and controlled by the Wayne Group under Batman, continue to be free and happy... Is this kind of thing reasonable? I am afraid that only Batman, who sent countless criminals and even stuffed half of the Arkham Asylum, would he know?
At this time, in the observation room of a patient interrogation room in the Arkham Asylum, in this small room separated by soundproof and reflective single-sided glass, two men in suits were standing very close, whispering to each other, as if talking about something.
One of them looked like a middle-aged man with a tall figure, while the other was an old man with glasses and silver hair. They looked at the situation in the interrogation room, the "patient" and the doctors and security guards in the interrogation room, while whispering something.
“…”
"Sir, are you really sure you must do that?"
"Although I know I can't control your opinion,... I still have to remind you here: That guy is very dangerous. If he really lets him out, none of us can guarantee what he will do. At that time, I'm afraid..."
I'm afraid what happened, the old man with glasses didn't say it clearly, but anyone could tell the strong worry and hesitant look in his words.
However, there were only two people in the observation room, and the person he wanted to persuade did not seem to be willing to listen to him, which can be seen from the other party's frown brow and his never-changed face.
"Alfred..."
"We have to do that, you know, Gotham City is getting more and more chaotic lately, we need him, we need him to go out and clean up those guys!"
"I believe that as long as we officially let him go and be heard by those guys, the kind of situation we want to see will happen! I hope he will do that, those guys will force him to do that, and... he will definitely be happy to do that!"
"I know him, just as he knows me..."
After supporting his hands at the front desk of the observation room, he approached the one-way glass, the middle-aged man in a suit and tie stared at the "mental patient" with fluffy green hair in the interrogation room and the strange clown-faced clown-faced breath that the paint that the other party got from. After watching for a while, he stood up again and slowly said.
He had decided on this matter and he had to do it like that...
Over the years, he has been fighting on the front line of punishing crimes in Gotham City, arresting countless crazy dangerous men. He has never killed any of them, just to capture them here and in a prison-like mental hospital in Arkham.
Because, he firmly believed that his special institution had the ability to keep the dangerous elements here until the end of their lives... Doing so would save them from being tried by the authority and being killed, or have the opportunity to escape sanctions and continue to poison other ordinary people, so he always felt that what he had done over the years was actually quite good?
Originally, the clown with a clown face painted by the guards in the interrogation room, he planned to keep the other party in the interrogation room. However, things have changed now, so if you try to let the other party go out now, it may be more beneficial than continuing to keep the other party in custody?
Of course he had thought about what kind of evil consequences would be caused by letting the other party go out, but the other party can be said to be a few powerful drugs that can deal with the chaotic Gotham City. Even though this powerful drug will bring serious side effects, perhaps, this is his only hope...
At most, at that time, he will spend more time and strive to pay attention to the other party at all times. If he is watching him tightly, he will definitely be able to control the other party's harm within a controllable range, right?
"I keep my opinion..."
"But I hope you don't regret it in the future... To be honest, I still think that guy is very dangerous, even more dangerous than those guys with superpowers... If you just let him go this time, then, if you are accidentally..."
Speaking of this, with glasses, his head was already a little gray. The old man named Alfred stopped talking, but just sighed softly, stood behind the man in the middle of the suit, looking at the 'claw' in the interrogation room with a little sad and vigilant look, and was sneering constantly, not knowing what he was thinking about.
In fact, in Alfred's opinion, if this is his decision, the guy inside would be better to give the other party a dose of euthanasia poison, so that the hateful guy will die in this "mental hospital" forever, and never be released to harm others again!
“…”
"Alfred, he's gone out once, so it's not easy for us to lock him up, right?"
While smiling, the middle-aged man in a suit and tie took back his hands on the front desk of the observation room, began to hold his arms, and patiently waited for the doctors and staff in the interrogation room to conduct the final procedure and test of the "claw".
Although, today's test is not important...
Because, the "clown" inside who was full of evil deeds and murdered countless people, committed countless terrorist attacks, gang fights and bombings, he will soon be diagnosed by the doctor from a very serious late-stage schizophrenia with severe violent tendencies to become a "cured" and "normal" recovery patient, and will be released back to Gotham City and return to that place full of sin.
“Um…”
"If you think about it carefully, it seems that you are saying the same?"
Alfred no longer intends to persuade him, because he knows that his "sir" will never kill the "claw" who is being cobbled on the interrogation chair at this time, because they need him, that's all!
Even if you don’t need it in the future, I’m afraid that at most, it’s just that the other party needs to be arrested and detained back. In the name of another ‘mental patient’, such as… ‘mental relapse’, needs retreatment?
"Don't worry, Alfred, I know what I'm doing!"
"Just just as we need the courage of Batman to fight against all evil forces, we also need the Joker to remind us of the existence of 'evil' and the limits of 'good'."
"Even if the boundaries between them are not so obvious?"
Speaking of this, the man in the suit with a serious face stopped. He turned his head to look at the old man behind him for a while before turning over again, looking deeply at the "clown" in the interrogation room.
"The struggle between 'Joker' and 'Batman' will last forever..."
"This is just as we humans must face the eternal struggle between good and evil in our hearts? Originally, the two sides of this war were not clearly distinguished, but were good and evil intertwined and entangled... As long as we would rather believe that the existence of 'Batman' can solve all the problems we face, that's fine!"
"No matter whether it is white cats or black cats, those who can catch mice are always good cats!"
"What we are doing now is not a right or wrong thing, but the most suitable one..."
After saying that, whether it was the middle-aged man in a suit or the old man with glasses, they stopped talking, but began to stand in the observation room and watch the situation in the interrogation room.
Because the preparations for the doctors and security personnel inside have been completed, and now it is about to reach the interrogation stage! Although the result of the interrogation is destined,... the necessary procedure to fool outsiders is still a matter of time.
After all, they are the people who make rules. Using rules to achieve their various goals is the result that people like them most want to see, rather than trample on everything they have made at will! And the guy who will do that, or think about it or do it recklessly is destined to be the kind of ignorant reckless man and humble idiot!!
After nodding and looking at each other, a doctor in a white coat and an appraiser from relevant departments tacitly placed their folders on the interrogation table, then sat down together, and began today's routine patient examination against the "clown" opposite them under the protection of four security personnel.
"Name?"
The doctor in a white coat opened his folder and looked at it, then asked casually without raising his head.
Obviously, he doesn't seem to take what happened today too seriously?
"Hey! Look?"
"You have known my name for a long time, don't you? Why do you still ask?"
Squinted his eyes, looked at the pistols and electric batons on the guards' waists with some greed, and struggled for a few more times. After finding that he could not easily struggle to open the interrogation chair designed to interrogate dangerous prisoners, the "Clown" simply turned his head and sat in the chair with a swaying look, just responding to the question from the doctor opposite him.
He was very dissatisfied with the behavior of these guys interrogating themselves today! Especially, behind the one-way glass, I wonder who would be secretly observing him?
He was very interested in who would be trying to interrogate him and hide behind the glass and look at him with no idea what looks he looked at him! He was going to be very interested in the responses of these people to him, the questions he asked him, and the purpose of interrogating him today, to see if he could guess correctly?
"Say your name!"
The pen that was written in his white coat suddenly stiffened, and then he quickly raised his eyes and urged in an impatient tone.
"Hey! Can you give me that pack of cigarette in your pocket?"
"What I saw was in the pocket on the left side of your white coat... Of course, there is also that lighter. If possible, can I give it to me together?"
"Please rest assured, although I have already studied the gas pipelines and storage rooms of flammable and explosive items in this broken Arkham area, and have also calculated how to blow it up into ruins... But, I dare to swear to that ridiculous God that I will never ignite them..."
"At least...not yet?"
The clown sitting on the interrogation chair grinned and kept signaling to the doctor's pocket with his eyes, as if the other party would really give him the contraband inside.
Although he only cracked his mouth a little bit, his "Joker" face made the two interrogators and four guards present feel creepy, and even the temperature seemed to drop several degrees, so that a little timid guard unconsciously touched the handle of the Bereta 92f pistol on his waist.
“…”
"Name……"
The doctor put down the pen in his hand, and it was obvious that his patience was almost exhausted by the other party.
At this time, the assessor who seemed to be a staff member of the federal government, who was sitting next to the doctor, also held his arm with interest and leaned deeply on the back of his chair, without making a sound, as if he wanted to take a serious look at the farce today.
"Maybe, you can call me a 'clown'?"
"You have also seen this face of mine. It's hard for me to turn into this. You can't force me to wash it off anymore! You may not know that it's not easy for me to steal Harley's lipstick and makeup powder. They can maintain color for a longer time than blood?"
Thinking of the fact that he broke the finger of an unlucky person and took the other person's blood to put on makeup in the fight between the "mentally ill patients" not long ago, the "Clown" secretly reminded the doctor opposite and another interrogator in a small way.
“…”
"Jack, are you challenging my patience?"
Finally, the cold-faced doctor waved his hand, and a security guard pulled out the baton on his waist and pressed a switch on it, causing a few electric sparks to appear on the baton's head. Then, two steps forward, approaching a "mentally ill patient" who was locked in a metal interrogation chair and unable to move.
"Ha? Look, you know my name clearly, why do you still ask?"
"Are you just want to see my face today?!"
Seeing the security guard and seeing the clown who was holding a baton, who didn't want to suffer the meaningless torture, he could only say a few soft words, saying that he was temporarily convinced and admitted defeat.
“…”
"I really want to keep you, the villain, into that wet and dark confinement room, so that you can pull your shit and urine all day in your crotch!"
The guard turned his head and looked at the doctor. Without receiving the order, he cursed and turned off the baton switch again and returned to his previous position to stand.
The confinement room he just mentioned is actually a place like a pipe that only allows people to stand, and is the most effective tool they use to punish these villains! There, not only is there no sound or light, but even the prisoners who were locked up could not even raise their hands and turn around and squat down!
"You can't do that!"
"Because at that time, I will either eat them in one bite, or... I will take them out and stick them directly on your faces?!"
Obviously, being locked in the "confinement room" is not something the clown is willing to bear.
“…”
"My patience is limited, especially when facing you lunatics!"
The doctor in a white coat was obviously impatient. If he hadn't known that there was a big boss behind him in the observation room, he might have started to ask the guards to give the other party a good look, right?
"ha!"
"Are there any crazy people here? Dear, it seems that your brain is not normal either. It's not that we have influenced you?"
"but……"
"I swear to God that I will never make you the one who makes you like you!"
The clown was thinking urgently, but he didn't understand what plans were for these guys to bring him here today?!
“…”
"Okay, Jack! Let's do a test now. If your test passes, you can go out later."
Finally, the doctor who felt that this was a waste of time and did not intend to continue to tangle with the other party, looked at his companions and took out a piece of paper from his folder, walked to Jack, clown who was locked in the interrogation chair, and directly stuffed the not-so-large A4 paper and a pen into the other party's hand.
“!!”
"It's really strange. You actually want to let me go out? Last time I sneaked out, didn't you say you would keep me for a hundred years?"
Looking at the a4 paper and pen in his hand, the clown's face was full of incredible expressions.
"Can't it..."
"What are your intentions?"
If the other party wants to come up with a bad idea to mess with him or beat him up, the clown may believe it, but... now he says he wants to let him go, then he will definitely not believe it!
“…”
"You really don't want to go out?"
Now, it was the doctor's turn to be a little incredible.
He knows more than anyone else whether these "patients" are crazy or not, but this is the first time he has seen someone who doesn't want to go out like the other person now.
"Hmph!"
"I can go out by myself if I want to go out. You can't stop me... But now I don't want to, because this place is pretty good. Everyone who is locked up here is talented. They are all very interesting and speak funny. I like what I am here very much, and I feel like I am staying with my family..."
"But, except you guards and doctors?"
If the other party takes the initiative to let him go, it must be a bad intention! Therefore, the clown does not intend to let these people's conspiracy succeed so quickly without the same reasons!
"snort!"
"Jack! According to our observations... your 'mental illness' has basically been cured, so you only need to answer these questions in the end. As long as you pass the score, you can go out."
The doctor reached out and clicked on the a4 paper with twenty test questions, then pushed it to the clown on the interrogation chair, signaling the other party to answer quickly.
Originally, if the other party cooperated, their process today might be more formal?
but……
Since the other party is unwilling to cooperate now, he can only do whatever he wants and then drive the other party away later!
“…”
"You guys have any intentions. I think it's better for me not to go out?"
Although he said that, the clown still quickly outlined the answer sheet with a pen, and even did not look at the questions for a few more eyes.
"The answer is finished!"
"I promise, that must be a very bad score..."
He answered casually and didn't even see the questions clearly, so the clown felt that if he could pass the exam, it would be a problem, and a big problem!
“…”
Now, it was the doctor's turn to be a little embarrassed...
He chose the twenty simplest questions, but... the other party answered them in a mess, what should he do? If such a thing is passed, it would be a false one, and it would violate his "principle"!
"Give him a..."
At this time, a man with only his lower half of his face and suit suddenly appeared from the observation room where part of the reflective glass was raised and said something.
"As for orders, sir!"
Hearing the sound, the doctor finally stopped worrying and snatched the answer sheet from the clown's interrogation chair, walked directly to his seat with a dark face, and began to quickly outline it on it.
“…”
"really……"
"I recognize you..."
When he saw the man who couldn't see his face clearly appeared in the observation room, the clown's face was shocked at first, and then quickly changed to a clear expression.
"Yes……"
"I recognize you... look at you... you have been hiding in the darkness, the self-righteous knight... Huh... I should have thought of it long ago..."
"Now, tell me why you suddenly showed half of your face for me to see? Tell me the reason..."
Looking at the half of the face, the clown seemed to have understood something.
Thinking about it, he grabbed himself here with his own hands and ruined his career with the other hand. Then, now, the other party wants to release himself. Regarding this matter, he is not a fool, and he always vaguely understands a little bit.
But……
It's not easy to break away!
"Use to mock you!"
A cold voice blurted out, and then the figure in the observation room turned around and left, without giving the clown a chance to continue asking questions, leaving only a footstep that disappeared outside the door and was moving further and further away.
The seal was stamped on the document.
"Jack! Congratulations, you're discharged from the hospital!!"
"By the way, it seems that your people have learned about your discharge. There is someone waiting to pick you up outside the hospital?!"
Waving the written notice of the patient's "recovery" and discharge from the hospital with the hospital seal and his signature, the doctor in his white coat showed a smile as if he was relieved and showed off to the clown.
“…”
"Tsk!!"
"Funny! It seems that Gotham City may not be too calm right now?"
......
Yes, the clown guessed right...
Chapter completed!