American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Master Bruce, if you don't prepare yourself, you may miss tonight's performance. Although I hope you can stay in bed and rest."

Alfred came out of the elevator and looked at Bruce, who was standing in front of the Batcomputer, holding a dumbbell in one hand and tapping the computer with the other.

With his upper body naked and wrapped in thick white bandages, he was clearly seriously injured and had already started to resume exercising.

Bruce placed the heavy dumbbells on the rack next to him and stretched his shoulders. "I think it's fine. Is the spare set ready?"

"Ready. Mr. Lucius suggested that if you have time, you should attend the Wayne Group meeting."

Alfred walked over and held out his hand. Bruce thought he was going to help him up, so he quickly stood up.

He wasn't so weak that he needed help, but Bruce soon realized he was being too sentimental.

Because Alfred picked up the black cat on the table. Well, the items in the Batcave were basically all dark in color, and the cat lying there was simply the best disguise.

Even Bruce didn't notice.

Even when Bruce looked at the black cat lying in Alfred's arms, he felt a little... a little jealous.

But then he shook his head, stood up and stretched his numb thighs, and the wound on his abdomen was no longer serious.

"Wayne Group? What happened to William?" Bruce grabbed the table and stretched his arms.

William Earl, the current CEO of Wayne Group, is a profit-seeking businessman, but a very shrewd one.

Bruce used the names of various financial companies to take back part of the Wayne Group's shares. William Earl also responded quickly and used several cooperation contracts to win over the board of directors.

Although Bruce didn't know how to break the impasse, with his support, Lucius, who was hidden in the warehouse of Wayne Group, had already begun to prepare.

Lucius investigated more than fourteen arms branches of the Wayne Group, found some bad news, and helped Bruce get some good equipment.

At least for William Earl, the news was extremely bad, enough for the board of directors to fire him outright.

"Regarding some material issues, do you remember the Environmental Protection and Energy Department?" Alfred asked while stroking the cat.

"I know this. Wayne Group is committed to developing environmentally friendly energy and has invested a lot of money in this. What's wrong?"

Bruce was a little confused. There was nothing wrong with the project. Even if he took the company back, he would continue to develop the project.

"If, I mean if." Alfred used two ifs in a row, which had never happened before.

Bruce immediately realized that there was a big problem hidden behind this matter, and his expression became serious.

The black cat in Alfred's arms struggled for a moment, jumped from his arms onto the table, stuck out its tongue and licked its paw.

Human eyes stared at Bruce's figure, mainly taking a second look at his strong muscles.

Sometimes Selina thought that there was nothing wrong with becoming a cat, at least... she discovered some interesting secrets.

Of course, this secret cannot be told to anyone, otherwise, a handsome guy with good looks, good figure and rich family will never let her go.

However, the dishes cooked by the old housekeeper tasted really good, even the cats ate them so delicately. Thinking of this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Selena's eyes.

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Night in Arkham Asylum.

Although the restoration of Arkham Asylum has not been completed yet, it does not affect the admission of patients. The first floor was burned by the fire, and there are no problems with the floors above.

The floor specially approved for the Joker is on the third floor, which was originally a doctor's office and has now been converted into an intensive care unit.

Under Naegi's arrangement and Nygma's planning, Arkham Asylum was changed from a hospital to a prison.

The most important thing is to separate the areas where patients and doctors are located.

After Christmas, a small building built specifically for doctors began to be built to the right of Arkham Asylum. It was built in the style of the medieval bunkers in Europe, with searchlights installed on the roof.

Except for the first floor, all the upper floors are designed as closed single rooms, which were based on the Blackgate Prison that Miao Mu referred to, and also had some improved designs.

The most important thing is that Naegi has placed a general here. The rat catcher Otis has control over the rats and has firmly controlled every corner of the asylum.

The car lights outside came on. Three police cars were in the front, followed by two black sealed escort vehicles, and a vehicle full of fully armed special forces followed behind.

The convoy stopped and Naegi, wearing a police uniform, stepped forward to prepare for the handover. The twenty policemen transferred from the Arkham Police Station were also armed.

Together with the security personnel of the mental hospital and the rats lurking in the dark, it is a tight protection like a solid wall of steel.

"What a coincidence, you're on duty tonight?"

Sheriff Gordon opened the car door and walked out. He was wearing a black bulletproof vest, headphones on his ears, and his face looked a little tired. It seemed that the appointment he had made with his daughter tonight was broken again.

"How can I not come for such a big event? But thank you for your hard work. After the handover, you can go back quickly."

Miao Mu also said a few polite words and looked at the sealed escort truck in the middle. The special forces members behind it were on guard on both sides, with the doors open and the baffles lowered.

The clown, wearing a white straitjacket, sitting in a wheelchair, with his head covered with a black cloth, was pushed out of the car by the escort officers.

"What's wrong?" Miao Mu asked hesitantly.

"He was... ahem, he fell. That's what happened when he was caught. We're picking him up from the hospital. The handover procedures have been prepared, and we sent him here early to avoid any shock."

Gordon spoke up and reminded, "If any reporters come over, it's best not to let them know that the Joker is imprisoned here."

Miao Mu walked up to the clown, put one hand on his waist, and stretched out the other hand to pull off the black cloth covering the clown's head.

The green-haired clown was a little uncomfortable with the oncoming light, so he quickly raised his hands to cover his face. His makeup disappeared, leaving only a circle of scars on his face and wounds on both sides of his mouth.

"Are you that clown?" Miaomu looked at the circle of scars on the clown's face with a complicated look.

Until now, he still doesn't know why the Joker is called the Joker. Maybe it's just a joke, or maybe it's a self-mockery, but it's more of the most inseparable madness and chaos of Gotham.

"This... is my home..."

After the clown said this, he lowered his head and a weird smile appeared on his face, but it could not be seen due to the shadow.

"Jeremiah Arkham, this is indeed his home. Although I don't know why he became like this."

After Gordon finished speaking, he looked towards Arkham Asylum. There seemed to be a doctor standing in front of the window on the second floor.

"Who's that?" Gordon pointed to the upstairs window.

Naegi turned his head and looked over. "A doctor. I think there's something wrong with his brain. He's been living in a mental hospital, but the few patients he's managing and treating are pretty stable."

"Hand over. I'll leave the clown to you."

Gordon raised his hand and patted Naegi on the shoulder, as if entrusting a heavy responsibility to Naegi.

"Okay, take him to take a photo. By the way... shave his green hair for me. Don't leave a single hair!"