Summoner from a certain American comic

Arkham Asylum, half a month ago.

Batman captured the Joker and personally escorted him to the Gotham Police Station. Commissioner Gordon immediately arranged for the strictest care to be transferred to Arkham Asylum.

If anyone had paid more attention at that time, they would have discovered that all the staff of the lunatic asylum who welcomed the clown looked at the demon with awe and fear as he lay on the bed and was tied up and sent in.

The doctor who was doing a routine check-up at the door had his hands trembling when he was drawing blood from the clown. The clown suddenly raised his voice and laughed wildly, which frightened the poor doctor so much that he sat down on the ground, and his legs were so weak that he couldn't sit up.

Everyone in the asylum knew that the facility had completely fallen into the hands of this madman.

Although he was tied and locked up, everyone had the illusion that the person in the cage was themselves, and this madman was outside the cage, watching everyone struggling in pain, but he laughed loudly. laugh.

No psychiatrist was willing to see him, but he took the initiative to ask to see a doctor.

"Why not? Without that psychological communication therapy that you insist on every time, it feels like losing the feeling of home, hahaha, that's it, the feeling of home." The clown himself said this.

To him, Arkham Asylum is a place like home.

A poor psychiatrist sat in front of the clown. She felt that she could not be as nervous as she is now when she accepted a crazy patient for the first time in her life.

Her fingers moved uneasily, her lips trembled, and she did not dare to look directly at the other side, but the scene of the terrifying smile on the bright red lips in the darkness ahead kept reappearing in her mind.

"Why don't you speak, my dear doctor?" he asked unexpectedly.

"Well, what do you think you should do?"

"Oh, you are an expert, why are you asking me?" the clown yelled, and then said, "There is really no way. Well, I have the habit of keeping a diary, and I thought you might like to study the psychology of patients through words, right? "

He turned his head, which was still free to move, and pointed at his hospital gown with his mouth.

"Look, it's right here. Don't be afraid, come and get it."

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then stood up and dug out a notebook from his hospital gown. She caught a glimpse of the clown looking at her from the corner of her eye. His black beady eyes seemed to be admiring her toys with amusement.

It was a black leather diary with a beautiful bow tied with a purple ribbon.

The doctor opened the diary with trembling hands and studied it for a moment.

The notebook is filled with characters drawn with various colors of paint pens, in a messy and unorganized manner, like a child's graffiti.

"I don't understand," the doctor said quietly.

"Let me explain. Did you see that little purple person? Her name is Erica. Yes, Erica. What a cute name. Oh, but unfortunately, the fate in the end is so tragic. Things in the world are unpredictable. "

The doctor shouted desperately: "That's my daughter, please. She's only ten years old."

"Well, let's move on to the next chapter. Oh, you must be wondering what that red one is. Let me explain, it's a man, a very badass man named Nash, in a leather shoe store Go to work. The poor man couldn't get rid of his bad habit of drinking. Alas, this bad habit eventually led to his tragic death on the street. It's really pitiful."

"Don't, don't," the poor doctor seemed to finally begin to understand the weird scribblings in the clown's diary, and begged in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

"I don't want to be like this, but the world is so cruel." The clown said, "Sometimes good people get good rewards, and sometimes they don't. What I write is a diary, not a second-rate soap opera script. These are all right. The record of real events allows everyone to know that the world is really cruel, that’s it.”

"What on earth do you want to do?" The doctor broke down and cried. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Quiet, please go out first." Along with a deep voice, Batman's figure appeared.

"Look who this is" the clown shouted excitedly. "My old friend came to see me"

"Why threaten them?" Batman hit the Joker hard on the body. "Do you think you have the final say here?"

"Press harder." The clown's mouth was bleeding, but the smile on his face became even happier. "Why did you send me here? Is there anything more important than playing games with me?"

"You are very smart, but there is no time for you to cause trouble now." Batman said coldly.

After Batman broke several of the Joker's bones, he sent the Joker to a sealed basement, where daily food was sent down through pipes.

Above the basement is Crocodile Man's cell. Batman does not allow anyone to touch the Joker, and few people can get past Killer Crocodile's guards.

"That's all I know." Harley, wearing a white coat, sat in front of Adam like a lady. "The Crocodile Man stubbornly thinks that it's good for me not to let me see the clown, so I don't have any good solution for the time being. I know the Crocodile Man. This guy is not easy to convince, even if it's me."

"I told you, I don't want to hear stories about clowns, why do you still tell me?" Adam looked helplessly at his sister sitting opposite. "I don't care how he was captured, and I don't want to know how much prestige he has in Arkham. In short, he won't want to leave this time."

"Oh, dear brother, why do you think you can kill him?" Harley tilted her head and looked at Adam.

"Can't you live without the Joker?" Adam looked at Harley, his eyes full of exploration. "Perhaps the clown has some strange abilities. I once saw a little girl with such an ability. She called it persuasion."

"What are you talking about?" Harley looked at this increasingly unfamiliar brother, confused.

"No matter how powerful his ability is, after killing him, I think everything will return to the way it was before." Adam showed a gentle smile. "You don't think that my three months in Gotham City were in vain, do you?"

"Is my brother so smart? Could he have arranged other means?" Harley looked surprised.

"I just got Ivy's phone number. I already got the guard's phone number yesterday." Adam took out a mobile phone from his hospital gown and waved it to Harley. "I've already called Ivy. She will come here to take you away. You may not have much freedom until I kill the clown."

Harley's pupils contracted.

"brother"

End of this chapter