Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 65: What is it like to be the Joker's assistant?
When the old man came to Arkham Asylum, he only had a low-key car, but when he left, he even had a helicopter. The process was so outrageous that it was as if he had come to Arkham to purchase goods.
The three helicopters belonging to the Sky Eye Society were driven by the "Gotham Talents" of this world who were released by the old man himself, following Thomas Wayne's luxury car and heading towards Gotham City at midnight.
Damian sat in the passenger seat of the stretched limousine, turning his head from time to time to look at the noisy team behind him.
The guys released from Arkham committed all kinds of evil along the way. Even the unlucky couples passing by would be dragged out of their car and beaten up, and then all their money would be robbed, their tires would be punctured, their dogs would be beaten to death, and then they would be stripped naked and thrown into the wilderness.
They are like a group of "street cleaning tigers", leaving no grass wherever they go.
But no one died.
Because his "evil grandma" Martha Wayne, who had just escaped from prison, had a very accurate judgment of these "roommates", they dared not disobey the orders of the "clown old aunt", let alone offend an old vengeful knight who could shoot and kill people at any time.
Damian and Mason are still not quite sure what Martha Wayne has done in the past decade to allow her to control these big villains so easily, but the old man "Crazy Criminal Slayer" does have a lot of status in this group.
Just now, Mason saw with his own eyes that with just one look from him, Killer Croc, who wanted to have a human meal, jumped onto the helicopter as obediently as a kitten.
In short, the combined power of the Wayne couple is just like the "Gotham version of the Maleficent duo", which is much more well-known than Mason's Batman's "notoriety".
In Mason's hometown, if you provoke Batboy, you will be sent to the ICU at most, but here, if you are not careful, you will end up in the forensic textbooks.
"It hurts a bit, doesn't it? That's normal. It's an old injury after all."
In the back seat of the old man's luxury car that could be used for parties, Mason, who had just finished cleaning the wound and applying medicine, put on a new pair of medical gloves and picked up the medical forceps, and said to Mrs. Martha in front of him:
"But don't worry. I will remove your stitches now. The scar will fade in six hours at most, and your face will be back to normal by the time you have breakfast tomorrow morning."
“Is this some new treatment?”
Mrs. Martha, with her face and hair covered with a piece of gauze, looked at the bottles and jars placed next to Mason and asked softly.
It seems that the old man did not introduce Mason's job to her.
The young man shrugged and confessed that he was an alchemist. He also described in detail the effects of the medicines at hand. Mrs. Martha, who was once Dr. Thomas's assistant head nurse, was stunned.
She's in a good mental state right now.
Although he would occasionally show a crazy smile, he drank two bottles of tranquilizer to stabilize his mind. Also, perhaps out of consideration for Damian who was sitting in the front seat of the car and Thomas Wayne who was driving, he did not cause any terrible trouble.
However, she was holding the revolver in her hand, ready to fire at any time, which did make it a bit inconvenient for Mason, the "chief surgeon".
He held a pair of scissors in his left hand and a syringe in his right hand, and said to Martha:
"Take off your gauze. Don't worry, this car is isolated from the front and back. Damian can't see what you look like now. You won't scare him."
"What about you? Aren't you scared, little cutie?"
Mrs. Martha sneered twice, and Mason showed an expression of "I have seen a lot" and said:
"You know the clown on Bruce's side, right? I killed him with my own hands and gave him six bullets. So don't be afraid, ma'am, you can't scare me..."
As he spoke, he reached out and removed the gauze covering Mrs. Martha, revealing her scary face covered in all sorts of colors. At first glance, she did look a bit like Zhou Ke'er who had been killed by Mason before.
But upon closer inspection you can taste the difference.
Martha Wayne's makeup isn't crazy; there's a certain logic to it.
After all, she is a woman who is naturally good at dressing herself up, not a rough man like Zhou K'er. She is much more delicate in this regard. She paints her cheeks with white and gray paints to bring out the bright red of her lips.
In this way, when she smiles, people will remember this exaggerated smile at first sight.
However, like Zhou Ke'er, Martha's lips were cut open by a sharp blade and her cheeks were covered with suture marks. Even after being treated by Mason, those hideous wounds still looked shocking.
"Do you want to know how I got injured?"
Mrs. Martha asked in a strange voice.
"No, I don't want to know."
Mason examined the wound and said:
"But I know it's not up to me , so go ahead, I'm listening."
"That was after Bruce...left. I've been in pain. I know Thomas is in more pain than me, and he also misses my smile, but I really can't smile, so I can only do this..."
The old female clown in front of him told stories from the past, recounting that painful experience.
Mason did not interrupt Mrs. Martha's narration. He first used anesthetic and then began to deal with the rough suture marks on the wound. During this process, Martha did not stop describing.
She seemed to regain her sanity for a moment, and her expression was so sad that it could not be faked.
"You are different from Zhou Ke'er over there."
Mason quickly treated the wound and applied ointment for healing and scar removal. He also used alchemical solution to help Martha wash away the remaining paint on her face and combed her messy green hair into a neater shape.
He took out a mirror and handed it to Martha, whispering:
"The madman over there treated Bruce terribly, just to prove that what Bruce was trying so hard to protect was just a joke. As for you, your situation is not that complicated.
Just like the old man.
You lost your loved ones and decided that this world was no longer worth staying in. As time went by, you hated this planet without Bruce more and more."
To this statement, Martha gave a sarcastic smile and did not respond.
She looked in the mirror at her face, which she had not seen for a long time.
She is no longer young at the age of fifty.
But her years of criminal career and the love-hate relationship with the old man also gave her a good figure, without any loss of shape or bloated cheeks.
It’s just that after removing the clown makeup, you can clearly see the wrinkles on the forehead, which is a bit uncomfortable.
The eyes reflected in the mirror seemed to be lit with some kind of fire. Cold and sharp, with a burning feeling that could lose reason at any moment, like an uncontrolled wildfire that would eventually burn everything clean.
"You seem very familiar with us, Mason Cooper."
She looked at Mason sitting on the sofa opposite her, crossed her legs and spoke in a long voice like a lady:
"You are not surprised that Thomas brought little Bruce to see me? Was this also within your expectations?"
Mrs. Martha had always called Damian "Little Bruce".
Mason had no intention of correcting this statement, nor did he want to irritate Mrs. Martha, who had finally regained some sanity, so he replied appropriately:
"I just got some information in advance and deduced that Thomas needed help. He told me that his companions would come to find Damian and me and our companions to eliminate them.
But in Gotham, the old man can't find many allies to protect his little grandson.
After all, those capable guys have been almost killed by him in the past ten years. With just a little thought, it is not difficult to conclude that the two will definitely join forces to prevent Damian from being harmed in this city.
As for me…
I just took advantage of him.”
"You're just taking advantage of my little Bruce !"
Martha rejected Mason's words.
She yawned and raised the muzzle of the gun in her hand to Mason's heart, her cheeks smiling but there was no smile in her eyes, she said:
“Being born into the Kane family, I have seen many people like you since I was a child. When I was managing the Gotham mafia with Thomas, I also had many dealings with guys like you who are good at using conspiracies.
I won't believe even a single symbol you say.
Thomas told me about you 'world travelers'. I'm curious, if I kill you here, my little Bruce can't go back to his world, can he stay with me forever?"
"He can indeed stay, and you can enjoy family happiness together for a full seven days."
Mason shrugged and said:
"I know you may not care, but when you pull the trigger, it means you will never see the real Bruce Wayne again.
I've been to Wayne Manor.
In Bruce's Batcave, he placed a picture of you and Thomas where he could see it. Although he never said it, I knew that Bruce wanted to see his parents again even at a heavy price.
My personal life and death is not worth mentioning in your eyes, but what about your son’s expectations?
As a mother, you really have the heart to..."
"Bang"
Martha suddenly pulled the trigger.
A bullet flew out and hit Mason's heart, and was then "spit out" by the "always alert" slime monster Kevin, hitting the ground with a clang.
The old clown lady was smiling throughout the whole process.
But the smoking gun barrel represented her answer, and it also completely ruined Mason's plan to appeal to her emotions.
Okay.
This crazy old sister really did what she said and didn't believe every word Mason said.
This straightforward reaction also made Mason's heart tremble. The Kane family that Martha Wayne came from was also a powerful family in Gotham, and this family has always been famous for producing geniuses and lunatics.
There is no doubt that Mrs. Martha in front of us is the kind of person who cannot be explained by common sense.
"Of course I will help you, handsome Mason. Considering your bad luck, I just encountered you with only one bullet loaded."
Martha smiled widely, held out the magazine, and took out six bullets from her pocket and put them in.
She looked at Mason and said:
"The shot I fired just now was just a joke. It was a response to my little Bruce being taken advantage of by you a few times. If you play tricks on me once in the following conversation, I will shoot you.
I don't know how many times your muddy mess can protect you, but I could do this all night long without getting bored. "
" That shot just now is enough to make you an enemy of the Bat Family."
Mason complained:
"If the master saw this scene with his own eyes, he would definitely burst into tears but would be extremely determined to send you back to Arkham Asylum and would take time to visit you every night."
"Oh, are you describing a day in heaven, little Mason?"
Mrs. Martha smiled a surprised and frightened smile and said:
"For the past ten years, I have dreamed of living a good life like this. So what you mean is that as long as I kill you, my dream will come true and I can see my son every day?"
"Let's talk about the plan."
Mason's expression suddenly became serious. He felt that as a normal person, he really couldn't reason with a crazy woman, so he said:
"The trouble that's around the corner is obviously the Assassin's League that's targeting Damian and me. We have to fight them off in Gotham, and hopefully capture one or two of them alive so I can uncover more truths about this world that's not affected by the outside world.
As long as we can figure this out, Team K's mission will be accomplished and we can leave at any time.
I mean, take both of you with me."
"I'll take care of them, but I might need an assistant to help me arrange it... hm?"
Mrs. Martha had just started to talk about this when the car suddenly stopped. The window was lowered and she heard a noise coming from outside.
But this place is still some distance from the city and no one knows what happened ahead. The clown old aunt was very unhappy to be disturbed from her work.
She picked up the clown mask next to her and put it on her face, kicked open the car door, walked out with a pistol in hand, and fired three shots at the crowd without asking anything.
This casual shooting technique did not hit anyone but immediately calmed the chaotic scene.
Under the lighting from the three helicopters at the rear, a group of Arkham maniacs in front lined up in two rows noisily and respectfully as if they were accepting the "inspection" of Martha the Clown.
What a show! Aunt Martha!
Zhou Ke'er in another world doesn't have such a big face.
Old Man Thomas and Damian also got out of the car. Damian wanted to go forward to see what was going on but was held back by the indifferent old man.
He didn't want Damian to hang out with this group of crazy criminals, and he looked at them with disdain and disgust, as if he was looking at a group of moving targets.
"Somebody tell me what's going on?"
Martha, who was wearing a mask, asked a question. A woman in prison uniform who kept flicking coins came out from the crowd. Her long hair covered half of her face. She walked to Martha and whispered:
"The Man-Bat has captured an Amazon, and she's sneaking up on our convoy."
"Amazons? What are they doing here? Don't they always claim that Gotham is a place forsaken by the gods?"
Aunt Clown frowned and said:
"Besides, he's just an Amazon. Kill him! Don't waste time."
“That’s the problem.”
The woman flicking the coin glanced at Mason, who was walking up from Mrs. Martha's side, and she whispered in a strange tone:
"I wanted to kill her too, but I flipped the coin seven times in a row and all came up heads... That guy is too lucky, or she is cheating."
"Hi! Mr. K! I'm here!"
A joyful shout rang out from the ferocious crowd in front, accompanied by the roar of two vicious dogs. Harley Quinn, who was holding the dog leash and dressed herself up like a real Amazon warrior but with a colorfully painted helmet, rushed up happily.
The Arkham lunatics nearby thought that this guy was going to attack the Joker, and they swarmed over to stop him. However, Harley waved her hand and used her gravity ring to blow them all away.
The two fat and strong war dogs wearing armor that she was leading were biting and pouncing left and right. The dogs, as big as calves, tore anyone who dared to block their way to the ground, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Amid the cheers, Harley jumped into Mason's arms, hugged his head and started biting it, as if she felt like she had missed him so much in just one day.
"We are one of us! We are one of us, don't be nervous."
Mason was still weak and was almost knocked to the ground by Harley's pounce.
He held up the waist of his psychotic beauty with one hand with great effort and waved at the fierce guys who surrounded him.
"Mr. K, you are so awesome. Have you released all the prisoners in Arkham?"
Harry wasn't afraid of the guys around her at all.
She believed that she had learned some powerful martial arts on Paradise Island, and before leaving she stole two war dogs trained by the Amazons, so she was not afraid of these ordinary criminals at all.
He excitedly pulled out the golden mace on his back and prepared to go forward and beat up a few people to stretch his muscles.
But soon, Harley felt a very familiar gaze looking at her. She shook her neck as if her hair stood on end and looked back suspiciously.
Just in time to see Mrs. Martha take off her clown mask.
The familiar scars on her face, the green curly hair, and most importantly, her chaotic temperament reminded Harry of the dead Mr. J.
Although the genders and ages are different, there are some deeper things that cannot be faked!
Harley was horrified.
With a whoosh, he hid behind Mason, looked over there curiously, and grabbed Mason's wrist and said in a crying voice:
"The clown... Zhou Ke'er! Why is Mr. J here too? Let's run, Mason, I'm scared..."
"That's Mrs. J."
Mason patted Harry's arm and said soothingly:
"Don't be afraid. She is from our side. She is Bruce Wayne's mother from another world. In short, it's very complicated and can't be explained in a few words, but she won't hurt you."
"What are you all doing here? Waiting for Batman to give you bullets?"
Mrs. Martha yelled at the guys around her in a vicious tone.
In her hand, she swung the revolver with the hammer cocked among the crowd, as if she was looking for a lucky person to play a joke on her.
This action immediately caused the crowd to scatter.
"This girl's makeup is nice."
Martha walked over and looked up and down at Harley behind Mason. She felt that this girl was very compatible with her, as if there was some inexplicable attraction between them.
The old clown aunt rubbed her chin and rolled her eyes a few times.
After a moment, she snapped her fingers and said to Mason in a cheerful tone:
"I just said I needed an assistant. No need to pick, she's the one."
