Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 66 Aunt Zhou Keer's Ambition
Harley was resentful about being recruited as the Joker's assistant.
If she had a choice, she would certainly prefer to be Mr. K's assistant, but maybe it was because she was too enthusiastic these days that sweetheart Mason was very scared.
The shy Mr. K tactfully said that this development was time-sensitive and demanding, and that everyone in Team K had to shoulder their own responsibilities.
As a result, Harley will also have to participate in the subsequent conflict in Gotham, leaving less time for her and Mason to further develop their personal relationship.
However, as Harley's "personal doctor", Mason explicitly rejected Mrs. Martha's request to keep Harley by her side.
Although the Aunt Martha in front of him was not as crazy as Zhou Keer, it was still very risky to let Harry, in his unstable mental state, follow Mrs. Martha.
You have to know that Aunt Martha in this world has been sent to Arkham at least seven times by the cruel old man in the past ten years, and her neurotic symptoms are real biological diseases that can be written into medical records and sick leave notes.
It is by no means a simple psychological problem that can be summarized.
His decisive decision made Harley Quinn tearful and overjoyed again.
look!
Mr. K really does care about himself. He is afraid that he will be hurt by Mrs. Martha, and he wants to protect himself!
Mr. K is the best.
This thought made Harry's eyes look at Mason even hotter. The passion visible to the naked eye made Mason feel that he was stepping into an irreversible dangerous situation emotionally.
It wasn't that he hated Harry.
It's just that the recent developments have made it impossible for him to devote his energy to a relationship. After all, he is a very traditional man.
The huge convoy that drove out of the burning Arkham quickly arrived at its destination under the escort of three helicopters. It was not in Gotham City, but in a long-abandoned private territory on the outskirts of the city.
That's right.
This is the Wayne Manor of this world.
After the family was separated by the death of Bruce Wayne thirty years ago, Grandpa Thomas sold all the family properties and only retained this ancestral territory as a kind of memorial.
He no longer lives here and uses his casino as his main activity area. When he encounters problems, he will use the underground bat cave here.
Due to years of neglect, the once luxurious Wayne Manor is now overgrown with weeds, like a ghost town in an abandoned place.
The construction quality of this place is very good though.
It is quite suitable to use it as a "temporary hideout" for a group of crazy criminals who have just been released. Similarly, it is also very good to use this complex terrain as the front line against the most dangerous killer organization in the world.
The Penguin butler was sent from the city to deliver some food to appease Arkham's "army". As for weapons, there was no shortage of them in this manor.
But it is not possible to arm Arkham's prisoners immediately.
"Snap"
In a restaurant in the abandoned Wayne Manor, the old man brought out a military-grade map of Gotham and placed it on the marble dining table, then turned on the lights in the room.
He looked at the circle of people around him. In addition to Mason, Damian and Harley, there was Madam Martha and her deputy, the woman who was always flipping the coin and always covering half of her face with her long hair.
This is the "two-faced man" of this world.
Her name is Gilda, and she is the wife of Harvey Dent, the most upright prosecutor in Gotham City and one of the most dangerous patients in Arkham Asylum.
In fact, her cooperation with Mrs. Martha was the only thing that Mason couldn't understand so far.
Because just now, the old aunt clown described to him in a vivid storytelling way how she used Harvey Dent's children as bait to kill Sheriff Gordon.
It should be said that Harvey Dent's death in this world was entirely planned by Martha Wayne, and Gilda, who originally had a happy life, became a "two-faced person" because of her.
These two old ladies should be irreconcilable enemies.
But now their cooperation seems to be very close, which really makes people wonder what is the reason that makes them temporarily forget the deep hatred between each other?
"The entire private area with Wayne Manor as the center will serve as the main battlefield for the next conflict. I have made some modifications here in the past few years. Now with the criminals from Arkham as the vanguard, they should be able to hold back Oliver and his cold-blooded killers."
The old man pointed his finger at several locations on the map.
He looked up at Mrs. Martha, then at Mason, and said:
“I have worked with Oliver in the past, and I know he is a man who will do whatever it takes to complete his mission, so there is no possibility of reconciliation in this battle.
We must kill him or at least seriously injure him to end this conflict.
But now I'm not just worried about Black Arrow and his Assassins. I'm worried that the official will also get involved, especially Amanda Waller and her Suicide Squad who are unwilling to be lonely.
From what I have heard, Amanda tried to make contact with the first group of outsiders when they entered this world a few days ago, and there is no doubt that Mason, you and Damian have become her targets."
"I'm really not surprised by that."
Mason whispered:
"Some people are so annoying no matter which world they are in."
"I'm going to smash that fat bitch's head! She better not give me the chance."
Harley beside him still remembered the predicament that the Eye tried to take advantage of her and Mr. K when they were in trouble not long ago. In addition, she had witnessed the cruel experiments of the Suicide Squad with her own eyes, which made her also have no good feelings towards Amanda Waller.
“Who might show up?”
Damian looked around, stared at the old man, and asked:
"At least a few names so I can prepare, right?"
“It’s hard to say.”
Thomas stared at the map expressionlessly, listed a long list of names and said:
"Some of the operatives of the official paranormal research organization, such as Shredder Wilson and his superhuman soldiers, are under the command of Amanda Waller.
In addition, as far as I know, Victor Stone, the president's direct security adviser, is also paying attention to matters related to outsiders.
As far as the force I currently serve is concerned, in addition to Black Arrow and his killers, there are also some super killers roaming around the civilian population who may also be involved.
But most of them are active in Europe, so there is no need to worry about them this time."
"They are all 'acquaintances'."
Mason rubbed his forehead and said:
"Leave it to me. I have the means to check and balance them. But, Thomas, I hope you can do me a favor, a personal favor."
"explain."
The old man responded coldly, and Mason said without caring about others:
"I want you to help me find the official secret alien laboratory. It's the one we talked about in the car before. I'm sure it's somewhere on the East Coast. I'm not sure exactly where it is."
"I'll try my best."
This request made Thomas Wayne frown, but he did not refuse.
Aunt Martha, who had been silent the whole time, was playing with a prison-style dagger. With a flick of her hand, the dagger stabbed into the table with a bang, right in the center of the map.
She said in a creepy tone:
"I have nothing to add, but it's late now, my little darling, and you should go to bed. Now, go wash up with grandma, okay?"
She looked tenderly at Damian, who looked very much like Bruce as a child, causing Damian to tremble in place and then look at Mason for help. The latter pretended not to notice the boy's pleading eyes.
"Well, I'll do it myself, without bothering you, Martha."
Damian complained bitterly about Mason being a good-for-nothing, and went to the bathroom as if he was familiar with it under the watchful eyes of his "grandmother".
"Ah, it's so late, and I'm so tired. I should get some rest."
Perhaps it was Aunt Joker's words that gave Harley inspiration.
Standing next to Mason, she pretended to stretch and yawned, then naturally took Mason's hand and planned to take him to the bathroom on the other side.
Now Mason was in the same predicament as Damian.
But when he looked around, it seemed that no one could help him.
It's all your own fault.
"Ahem, you go first. I need to talk to Madam Martha about something."
Mason coughed and gave some instructions to Harley, who looked dissatisfied. The cunning Captain took advantage of Harley's fear of the female clown and successfully "escaped".
Mason breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the two Amazon war dogs, who were as ferocious as hyenas but even bigger, leave the restaurant.
When he heard Harley talking energetically and non-stop about finding some bones for her pet, he knew that her talk of resting was all a lie.
Harley is really getting bolder and bolder, and is becoming less and less willing to hide her intentions towards Mason.
"So, Mason, what did you want to talk to me about?"
The female clown's voice sounded behind Mason.
She asked her assistant Two-Face to check if the criminals in Arkham were causing trouble. After Gilda tossed the coin and left, Mason asked in a low voice with curiosity:
"About the two-faced woman...how did you convince her to forget her hatred and help you?"
"Simple."
Aunt Martha picked up an apple and peeled and cut it into pieces like a housewife, preparing a midnight snack for her grandson, and said without looking up:
"Gilda hated me for taking her husband away, but she loved her children more.
You told me that the world would be destroyed in seven days, and I told her exactly what you said, just as I could refuse to go crazy and cooperate with Thomas who had given up on me for the sake of little Bruce.
Gilda could also choose to forget those unimportant things for the sake of her children.
Well, how does the saying go?
Cute children are always the weakness of parents...
Mason, I can help you get some information out of Thomas. I have lived with him for more than ten years, and we have been enemies for ten years. No one understands Thomas's mind full of anger and self-blame better than me.
I can convince him to tell you all the secrets about the organization behind him.
But I want to make a deal with you!"
The female clown quickly prepared a simple but warm and nutritious fruit salad. She finally poured yogurt into the salad and didn't care about Mason's answer.
She said:
"I want you to take me away from here, but this is not the end of our cooperation. I want to see Bruce become Batman with my own eyes... and then I want you to help me!
I will free my Bruce from that horrible fate forever, no matter what the cost."
"Why?"
Mason raised his eyebrows and asked back:
"You may not understand my life, but as the 'honorary Robin', I can tell you responsibly that playing Batman is the focus of Bruce Wayne's life and his only pastime besides having a love affair with Catwoman.
Your request is almost going to ruin the most important thing in his life. This is not a good choice."
"I am the Joker..."
Mrs. Martha took up the plate and glanced at Mason. She said in a low voice:
"No one knows what it means to be Batman better than I do, Thomas' life has been ruined and I don't want my son to follow in his footsteps.
I would rather he become a useless person with no ambition than to continue on this path of no return."
"I can not understand."
Mason shook his head and said:
“Whatever you’re planning, I have no intention of getting involved, but I can send you to Gotham and keep your identity a secret, I can guarantee that.
But if you want to stop Bruce from committing suicide, ma'am, you may need to bring some more suitable people with you.
I mean someone who is powerful enough and obedient enough.”
"That's enough. Also, your suggestion is very inspiring. I was planning to bury all those scum from Arkham here, but now it seems that I might give them another chance?"
Mrs. Martha gave an evil smile.
She gracefully leaned over to say goodbye, stretched her body like dancing, and went to find Damian with midnight snacks so that she could personally coax her little baby to sleep.
The graceful dance moves sent a chill down Mason's spine.
Think about it.
You were about to go to sleep, and suddenly Zhou Keer came in and said gently that she would tell you a bedtime story and sing a lullaby for you... What kind of hellish fairy tale is this?
"I'm going to make you a deal too, Mason."
The old man appeared in the shadows behind Mason like a ghost. This old knight of revenge, who had a sinister aura in his every move, whispered:
"Don't bring Martha to your world! She'll do terrible things to Bruce. She gave all her love to Bruce and you gave her a little hope when she was desperate...
It's enough to make her more dangerous than ever."
"But without Lady Martha, Thomas, you would have done the same thing to Bruce."
Mason turned around and looked at the old man standing upright in the shadows.
He picked up a piece of apple that Mrs. Martha had left for him and put it in his mouth, not caring at all whether it was poisonous or not. He chewed it and said:
"You, like her, gave all your love to the son you lost. I not only gave Martha hope, I gave you the same hope.
If you're worried that Martha will do something terrible to Bruce, then maybe you should just go with her.
Instead of making up your mind to die with this meaningless world in your eyes... It's not because you love it so much, you are just afraid of the disappointment that will appear in Bruce's eyes when he sees you like this.
Old man, you see, this is not the first day I have been in this business.
This isn’t the first alternate world I’ve experienced, so I don’t have to guess what’s going on in your heads.”
He wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth, yawned and left the restaurant while saying to Thomas Wayne in the shadow:
"You are not allowed to die casually! Did you hear me? It is not easy for me to find a knight of revenge, otherwise if Madam Martha goes crazy over there, no one will be able to cure her.
Think more about Bruce and your son. I am also looking forward to seeing the famous scene of three generations of the Wayne family living together.
Phew, Alfred will thank me from the bottom of his heart."
A few minutes later, Mason returned to the small room prepared for him. He took off his coat and was about to start his busy work tonight, but the door suddenly opened.
Damian, wearing star-studded pajamas, rushed in like a refugee and said to Mason with a pleading look on his face:
"Help me! Please."
"ha?"
Mason saw his miserable state and understood immediately, and said with a curled lip:
"What? Grandma Martha wants to sleep with her grandson? How heartwarming! How can you be so ungrateful, little brat? With the treatment you are getting now, your dad would have dreamed of it when he was your age, you know that?"
"Just say less and let the clown be your grandmother, just try it!"
Damian said sadly:
"This is too exciting. Although Martha was telling me a bedtime story with a gentle look on her face, I was afraid that she would take out a bottle of poison gas from the story book and pour it into my mouth the next second.
Please help me!
I will be obedient in the future, I promise!"
"That's what you said."
Mason kicked the suitcase at his feet away and gestured to Damian.
The little madman immediately jumped in with his eyes shining and hid. A few seconds later, old aunt Martha, who was wearing pajamas, kicked open the door with a glass of milk in her left hand and a loaded pistol in her right hand.
She looked around Mason's room with a smile that could scare a child to tears, and after confirming that her little baby was not hiding there, she didn't even bother to say good night to Mason.
He slammed the door and went to find his naughty little Bruce.
All the crazy people in Arkham were concentrated in the manor. As a poor and helpless female clown, how could she bear to let her little baby wander around outside?
What if I get hurt by some blind lunatic?
"Let's go, come out."
Mason sighed and let Damian climb out of the box.
He was about to say a few more words to Damian when the door was pushed open again. Harley, wearing a very "simple" pajamas, tiptoed in barefoot, holding a pillow, holding a bottle of very suspicious medicine, and trying to sneak in with a grin on her face.
When she looked up, she saw Mason and Damian looking at her with dark eyes.
"Ahem, tonight I'm going to teach Damian the eighteen ways to use alchemical potions in combat."
Mason coughed and pointed at Damian beside him and said:
"I'm sorry, Harry, but you should go and rest. Also, put on more clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."
"How dare you, little brat, ruin my plans! Just wait for me!"
Harley Quinn glared at the innocent Damian with murderous eyes, accurately conveying the message she wanted to say, but seeing that Mr. K was already busy, Harley sighed helplessly, closed the door and walked out.
Tonight's night raid failed again...
But it doesn’t matter!
As long as you persist, you will win one day.
Harley encouraged herself in this way, hugged the pillow and quickly cheered herself up, and went back to her temporary room in a heroic manner.
As for Mason, the two young men looked at each other, and finally showed expressions of helplessness and mutual understanding. They finally held hands together, and reached a silent promise among male compatriots to help each other during these difficult days.
well……
It's difficult to be a human being.
It's hard to be a man.
Being a man in the Bat Family is... hard!
