Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 27: Problems arise wherever you go. This is the fate of being the protagonist.
Harley Quinzel takes Mason all the way into Arkham Asylum.
It was time to get off work, and Mason could see many employees working here leaving in a hurry, and the expressions on their faces showed that they were escaping from hell.
The mental state of these employees, like wild dogs on the loose in the second half, made Mason once again feel that some indescribable "momentum" of Arkham was coming towards him.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Klein! "
As she walked into the office on the second floor, Harry greeted a middle-aged doctor who was clocking out of get off work.
The latter raised his head and showed a gentle and polite smile. Wearing very elite-style business glasses, he immediately saw Mason behind Harley.
This puzzled Dr. Klein, who had worked in Arkham Asylum for several years. He pushed his glasses and asked in a very attractive voice:
"Harley, who is this?"
"He is my cousin."
Dr. Harley replied calmly:
"You want to come visit me at work and accompany me on tonight's shift. You know, due to the shift schedule, I'm the only attending doctor on duty tonight ."
"Oh, is that so?"
Looking at Mason's obvious yellow skin color and then looking at the white and swan-like Harley Quinzel, a strange light flashed in Dr. Klein's eyes.
But acquiesced to this terrible lie.
He pushed up his glasses and said softly:
“This seems to be somewhat against the hospital’s regulations, but it’s okay. A young and beautiful lady like you always needs a protector.
Especially staying overnight in Arkham.
Have a nice shift tonight, Harley, and I'll bring you coffee tomorrow morning. But remember that the office is monitored, so if you two want to talk about anything private, remember to go outside."
"Thank you, Dr. Klein, your coffee always heals my tired heart."
Harley made a joke and watched Dr. Klein leave with a black briefcase. When she opened the office door, she found Mason still standing outside, looking at Klein with a thoughtful expression.
"What's wrong?"
The female doctor brushed her blonde hair that fell on her shoulders and asked softly:
"You also think Dr. Crane is a gentleman, right? He is the star doctor of Arkham Asylum, and many nurses like him very much.
It's a pity that he's not my type."
"Yes, he is indeed very gentlemanly and graceful, full of the superiority of an upper-class elite, yet not annoying."
Mason shrugged and said:
“Especially when he’s not wearing a mask.”
"Mask? What mask?"
Harley put on a doctor's white coat, tied her hair up and said curiously:
"Dr. Klein doesn't have any mask."
"That's because you haven't seen it. Of course, it's best not to expect to see it."
Mason did not say much on the subject.
His nose moved when he entered Harry's office. There was a very special fragrance in this small office, like the incense used for meditation.
The young man asked:
"What is this scent?"
"Oh, it's the fragrance that Dr. Klein sent. It's said that he found it when he was traveling abroad. Every office has it."
Harley was busy preparing the materials needed for the night shift and answered:
"It smells nice, doesn't it? Before I used your vitality potion, this soothing fragrance helped me get through the stress."
Mason didn't answer.
He frowned slightly and looked at the hint on the translucent character card in front of him:
"Harmful gas intrusion detected, alchemical analysis shows it is a 'trace hallucinogen'. This item can cause subtle changes in the mental state of those who inhale it for a long time, making it easier for them to enter a state of absent-mindedness, stagnation, or enchantment."
"The Scarecrow's hallucinogens, and perhaps the Joker's toxins, plus the pressure from the other patients in Arkham. With so many powerful first-line villains serving you alone, how could a normal person dare to enjoy this blessing?
No wonder Harley Quinn was born in this place."
Mason complained in his heart and walked to the window and opened it to let the smell in the office dissipate.
He turned to Harley, who was humming a song and seemed to be in a good mood, and said:
"Take me to the place where you usually talk to patients. If Zhou Ke'er wants to use drugs to hypnotize you, it must be when you are alone with him."
Hearing the name "Mr. J" made Harley Quinzel, who was originally in a good mood, bite her lip. After realizing that she had been subjected to vicious hypnosis, the female doctor became very resistant to any contact with that madman.
But she clearly begins to trust Mason.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he stood up, handed a white coat to Mason and asked him to put it on.
The two men walked towards the Arkham Asylum's dedicated psychological treatment room. Although this place was notorious and the main building was an old building over 130 years old, the facilities of the asylum were not bad due to long-term donations from the Wayne Group and other organizations.
Each doctor has a dedicated treatment room and even a relaxation room stocked with snacks.
However, such generous treatment still failed to retain the doctors' hearts. The turnover rate of this mental hospital was quite alarming. There were only a handful of people like Dr. Klein who had worked here for more than three years.
The most outrageous thing is based on the "rumors" that Halle shared on the road.
It is said that several unlucky doctors who were too responsible or too immersed in the role did not have time to submit their resignation reports, and they themselves became one of the long-term patients of this insane asylum.
That damned hell joke actually came true in Arkham.
The patient was not cured and the doctor went crazy.
"Right here."
Harley took a deep breath and pushed open the door of her own treatment room.
Mason didn't smell any strange smell when he walked in, and the room was also cleaned very well.
He observed every furnishing in the room carefully like a detective, and under Harley's slightly worried gaze, Mason soon noticed a clown doll on the table.
He carefully put on medical gloves and picked up the thing. After kneading it, he raised his head and glanced at Harley who was standing at the door.
bass.
A small pocket knife popped out of Mason's hand and poked into the seam of the doll. He reached in and fumbled around, and a very small bottle was pulled out.
"I guess this was also given to you by Zhou Ke'er? As some kind of 'friendship certificate' between patient and doctor?"
Mason threw the broken clown doll into the trash can, pinched the little finger-sized thing between his fingers, looked up at it and said something casually.
The last bit of fantasy in Harley Quinzel's heart was completely shattered. She leaned weakly against the door and covered her face.
The truth always hurts.
She has been trying responsibly and hard to calm the patient, but her vicious patient only wants to harm her.
Only one third of the liquid in the vial in Mason's hand remained, and the label information appeared:
Joker's Neurotoxin (Diluted)
Quality: Epic Alchemical Creation (Toxin)·Ultimate Craftsmanship
Effect: The Joker's carefully crafted toxin, when used in large quantities in gas form, causes the inhalation of too much life in a short period of time, leading to death and leaving behind his iconic smiley face.
When used in trace amounts, it will damage the target's brain, causing its mental state and thinking patterns to become uncontrollable.
Even after being diluted, the clown toxin still has strong hallucinogenic properties. Zhou K'er often uses it in combination with crazy mental guidance to create loyal followers or playthings for herself.
Producer: Zhou Keer
Item Description: The next victim of this thing should be called "Harley Quinn" No. 17.
Tip: The formula is being parsed, and the estimated completion time is [77 hours].
“A nice bonus.”
Mason smiled with interest, put the Joker toxin in his hand into the bag hidden around his waist , took off his medical gloves, and walked forward to pull up the unconscious Dr. Harley.
He said:
“I don’t know how you medical students are taught when you are in school. As for me, I may be interested in the fantasy world seen by mental patients, but I will never try to think in the way they see the world.
Only people of the same kind can understand people of the same kind, but you are trying to understand Zhou Keer in order to treat him?
What a crazy idea."
The young man shook his head and said to the female doctor:
"Let's stop here for tonight. I suddenly realized that I might not be ready to meet Zhou Ke'er yet, and I don't want to anger Batman because of a madman.
It's time for us to go.
You're in a terrible state right now, maybe you need a cheerleader or a drink? I happen to know a good bar."
"I want to confront him! I want to expose his tricks!"
Harley held Mason's hand tightly and whispered pleadingly:
"Would you please come with me? Just stand outside the door to give me courage. I don't dare to go alone."
"If it's just for courage, why not?"
Mason did not refuse the request.
He gentlemanly helped Harley Quinzel, whose legs were weak, take the elevator to the bottom floor of Arkham Asylum.
These are all single rooms for "VIP customers".
Any one of them could become a super villain in other cities, but in Gotham, he can only stay in his cell in humiliation and be "stamp-collected" by Batman.
Only by seeing this spectacular "collection" with your own eyes can you truly understand the terrifying deterrence of Batman in this city. And now it seems quiet here at this time before the night comes, and it is far from the most "lively" time of the day.
It is said that one can develop "super hearing" in Arkham, and the guys here always like to mess around in the middle of the night.
Standing in front of the ward with "JOKER" marked on the door, Harley took a deep breath. She glanced at Mason who was standing in the shadows beside her, and the latter made an encouraging gesture to her.
So the female doctor mustered up her courage, stepped forward and banged her fist a few times. Then, a somewhat funny but powerful voice sounded from inside:
"Who? Who is so rude? Can't they even learn to knock on the door?"
"It's me! Harley Quinzel!"
Harley yelled.
Zhou Keer's voice became cheerful, and he stretched out his voice and said:
"Well, look who's here, my former little darling Quinn! Are you here to visit your little sweetheart?"
But his voice suddenly became vicious again:
"Go away, you are no longer my little baby, witch! Ever since you tried to heal me with that damn potion, my God, how can there be such a vicious person in the world?
Won't you allow me to enjoy my chaotic but pure happy time?
get out!
The evil witch Harley!
We broke up, and I will find another cutie in this palace who is willing to accompany me to go crazy. I have many alternative targets. "
"No! Zhou Ke'er! I dumped you! You son of the beach!"
Angry Harley pounded on the iron door and shouted:
"I'm done with your tricks, you crazy bastard! You hate drugs that make you sober, don't you? Good!
I will bring them to greet you every day from now on, until the day I cure you!"
"Wow, look at this third-rate doctor. He's so unprofessional. How can you yell at a patient like that? I really should complain to Dr. Klein about you."
Zhou Ke'er was not embarrassed but replied happily.
But he changed the subject and said:
"You stupid woman, you'll never find out my brilliant joke. Someone must be helping you... Who's outside? Speak up! Ha, I thought this game was over, but I didn't expect it to have an interesting turn.
So it turns out that some nosy guy is competing with me for the soul and personality of lovely Halle. You are trying to snatch her away from the happy world I have created?
You wish!"
The clown's voice became sharp and vicious. He kicked the iron door frantically and shouted:
"Let's continue playing, and I will let you witness the birth of the most perfect Harley Quinn!
Although I will definitely get tired of her and then come up with a genius idea to make her disappear in an accident, just like the sixteen little cuties who loved me before.
I hate assholes who interrupt the game.
I'm going to kill...
Uh, why kill?
How funny, you're just outside, I can hear little Halle's heart pounding, the poor girl thinks she's got someone to back her up and she's no longer afraid of the bad guy.
How naive.
Halle, Halle, my poor Halle, come, tell me, what time is it?"
The female doctor lowered her head to look at her watch but was grabbed by Mason. Then a silver-gray invisibility cloak covered the two of them and they disappeared into the shadows.
"Shh!"
Mason made a gesture to silence Harley Quinzel, who looked terrified. He felt a strong sense of uneasiness from the Joker's words. It didn't come from the Joker, but from the outside world!
The thing he had been waiting for was about to happen.
Right now!
The clown was not discouraged when he didn't get an answer. He leaned against the wall of his ward and said to the people outside the wall as if sharing something that made him feel distressed:
"Those bastards have been contacting me recently. Even though I strangled three of them, they still persisted. They repeatedly told me a weird prophecy, saying that the end of the world is coming.
Tsk, who cares?
Um, they also said they killed Batman, damn! I don't believe it!
No one can kill Batman.
except me.
Yes.
Only I have this ability.
Run, Harry and your new master, run! If it's not half past seven, you still have time to escape.
But if you’re not lucky enough…”
"boom"
A loud noise interrupted the Joker's words.
Amid the shaking of the entire ground, a violent explosion occurred on the surface of Arkham Asylum, and then Mason heard the low roar of some rapid-fire weapon and one or two shrill screams.
Dr. Harley Quinzel in his arms was now terrified.
He held Mason tightly, not daring to let go, even holding his breath as if he was afraid that something bad would happen again.
"Well, it seems you are not lucky enough."
Amid the continuous explosions, Zhou Keer's gloating voice came from the other side of the wall. He said:
"They took action. They are a group of people who always keep their promises. They didn't take a second longer. They have a great sense of time! I began to admire them.
Run!
Silly boy, run away.
All the freaks in this palace will be released. They have reached an agreement with the doomsday theorists who want to set Gotham on fire. They will become the vanguard army of the apocalypse.
except me.
I always hate crowded places.
You don't have to worry about me.
I'll wait for my friend Batman to rescue me.
I hope we will have a chance to meet again, Harley, our story is not over yet, my little cutie, you will eventually fall in love with me, I promise...ahahahaha!
Hahahahaha!"
The familiar and iconic crazy laughter echoed in the explosion that was getting closer and closer to the underground, like a signal, waking up other customers in the VIP ward on the lowest level of Arkham Asylum.
They cursed and pounded on the iron gate.
They are also looking forward to the guys who have invited them in the past few days to come and give them a chance to be free and realize their "ambitions".
In the invisibility cloak, under the horrified gaze of Harley Quinzel, Mason, expressionless, picked up the phone in his hand that he had opened and dialed three minutes ago, and said to the other end:
"Did you hear everything?"
"Well, I'll get ready right away."
Butler Alfred's elegant London accent remained calm even at this time. He asked briefly:
"Do you need support?"
“No need.”
Mason replied:
"I can leave safely, just don't let Batman show up yet! He hasn't fully recovered yet, so wait for me to join him."
After the call was disconnected, the young man glanced at Dr. Harley, who was trembling in his arms.
He gave a helpless smile and said:
"Alas, I had other things to do tonight. But for now, let's get started on our Arkham escape."
