American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

With a clang, the iron gate was pushed open, and Bruce, with a flashlight, broke into the Arkham Asylum where the power had been cut off.

The place had long been deserted. Bruce followed the route she remembered and, under the light, found the place where Harley Quinn was imprisoned on the forked road that turned left and right.

This place is a life sentence, ever since Harlem Quinzel fell in love with the Joker in therapy and assisted her in escaping prison.

When Harley Quinn was imprisoned again, she had been beaten so badly that only her eyelids could still blink, but she still ran away in the end.

Bruce looked at the bloodstains on the ground and the several cold bodies. She suddenly felt very tired... and sad.

The flashlight shone into the cage, and Harlin, who was wearing a white coat, saw her and smiled happily.

"Little pudding, little pudding, I found her, I found her. You are invited to our wedding."

Looking at the happy Harlem, Bruce's face was heavy. She took out the lock pick, pried open the iron cage door, grabbed Harlem's collar, and slammed him against the iron railing.

"Tell me, where is Harley Quinn? Where did that bastard escape to?" Bruce asked threateningly.

"Escape? We didn't escape. It was you who ran away." The excitement on Harlem's face disappeared, replaced by extreme seriousness.

"This is all your fault. If you hadn't left, perhaps none of this would have happened. Did you hear the wailing outside?"

Harlin asked seriously: "Did you hear that? Who lost her husband? Who lost her wife? Who lost her beloved child? No, maybe it's the child who lost his parents."

These last words hit Bruce's heart like a hammer, dragging her back to the alleyway of many years ago.

The two gunshots, the bats hovering under the streetlight, staring at her with red eyes, it was all her fault.

"Look, you know it was your own fault. You killed everyone. You are the biggest criminal. You are the sinner!"

Harlin continued to speak aggressively. Bruce suddenly increased the strength in his hands and slammed Harlin's head against the railing. "I didn't ask you to say that! Where is the clown?"

Once, twice, the head hit the iron railing. The sound of the collision was particularly creepy in this pitch-black place.

Bruce grabbed Harlem's neck, pressed him against the iron railing, and continued to ask: "You have a chance to speak out now."

"You ruined my makeup, but little pudding will like it." Harlem laughed nervously.

Bruce grabbed his fingers expressionlessly, twisted them in the opposite direction, and pulled them with a creepy snapping sound.

Harlin's fingers were almost pulled off, and every joint was twisted in a circle like a pretzel.

The severe pain almost made him collapse. Bruce grabbed his neck tightly to prevent him from screaming, savoring the pain and fear that penetrated deep into his bones.

"You still have a chance to tell it now. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you experience something even more painful."

Bruce's voice was in the darkness, like a demon from hell, and it seemed that sparks could be seen in every word.

"Little Pudding said that if I find you, she will marry me. Now that I have found you, what should you do?" Harlem said weakly.

"I think your wedding will be delayed."

Bruce raised her leg and hit Harlem's crotch with her knee. The severe pain in his hip made Harlem fall to his knees and almost fainted.

"Now, you can tell Harley Quinn that I will... catch her, and she will never leave this cage again."

After saying this, Bruce turned around and left. This was the first time for her to torture a man so roughly.

Hopefully, and for the last time, Bruce looked out the window. It was pitch black, with only a few street lights still on.

She seemed to see a bat, just like the bat she had seen under the streetlight the night her parents died.

Bruce walked over and raised her hand to touch the glass, but a face suddenly popped out of the window, scaring her.

The man grinned and smashed the glass with a brick in his hand.

"This place is really hard to find. It's much bigger than where I live."

Miaomu climbed in through the window and threw the bricks on the ground. Although they were both Arkham Asylum, the asylum in his world was nothing more than a thatched hut compared to this one.

"Why... are you here?" Bruce asked confused.

"I was passing by and came to see you. Did you get anything?" Miaomu clapped his hands and grabbed Bruce's cloak and wiped it.

Miaomu looked at Bruce's expression and always felt that her mood swings were a little strange. Could it be that she was having her period?

"No, but you look like you're thinking something bad," Bruce said warningly, she raised her foot to the windowsill and jumped out.

"Almost." Miaomu agreed, turned around and looked around, then jumped out from the windowsill.

"I'll take you back. Mrs. Afu is very worried about you."

Bruce takes out the grappling gun and fires it at the rooftop of the asylum where the Batplane is parked.

"Wait for this first."

Miao Mu reached out to stop Bruce's action, took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, handcuffed one end to his own wrist and the other end to Bruce's wrist.

Although this thing is just a decoration, not to mention that he has enough luck to break the handcuffs now, even Bruce has a hundred ways to open these handcuffs.

"What do you mean?" Bruce raised her hand and looked at the handcuffs on it, pulling it and looking at the cuffs on Naegi's wrists.

"That's what I mean. I am bound to you. At least before dawn, these handcuffs cannot be opened. You can smile now."

Naegi didn't intend to explain anything. Anyway, if the world was destroyed, the only one left alive would be Bruce.

Then the key to the destruction of this world lies in Bruce, because she is the core that allows Barbatos to infiltrate this world.

Since his actions have touched upon the majesty of God, it means that some things have been changed by Miaomu.

Well, just keep trying. Barbatos can't fly in and eat him, right?

"Boring." Bruce took the lock pick from her utility belt and tried to open the handcuffs, but was grabbed by Naegi.

"I won't hold you back, but don't even think about untying it. Otherwise, the consequences will be something neither you nor I can bear."

Naegi warned sternly, and Bruce hesitated, pulling the grappling gun and tightening the rope.

"Hold on to me and don't fall." Bruce reminded her, pulling the grappling gun and flying towards the top floor of the asylum.

Bruce pulled Naegi off her body, started the Batfighter, and reminded: "This fighter has only one seat."

"You can sit on my lap." Naegi replied and ran towards the fighter plane first. This thing was so cool.

However, it is different from the bat fighter in our impression. This one is more like a swallow, but its wings are bat-style and can be folded, with a weapon system attached.

Miaomu grabbed Bruce and jumped into the plane, looking at the flashing instruments with curiosity.

Bruce looked at Naegi awkwardly, like a child seeing a toy, "Get out of the way..."

"No, you can sit here and I'll hold you."

Miaomu patted his thigh and adjusted the seat back. The space was really small, even though it was a single-seater plane.

Bruce originally planned to use the fishing net under the plane to send the seedlings back, but now...

Bruce took out the bat knife and tried to unlock the door again, but Naegi grabbed her cloak and pulled her directly into the cab.

"Don't talk, fly the plane. But why is your uniform soft? Isn't there a metal protective layer?" Miaomu asked while touching the uniform.

"Just be quiet for a moment," Bruce said, activating the Batplane's autopilot system.