[Zhongyingmei] I want to dye my hair

Angie is a very special girl.

It is even more special in Arkham.

She seems to have a halo on her body, and everyone who sees her will have soft kindness in their hearts, and even the clown can't resist it.

When the child "landed" in the clown's room that night, he was wearing a simpler and looser "patient gown" than him.The only thing left is the metal ring on the ankle, locked on it like handcuffs.

The clown has seen this.

- Mutant Suppressor.

Smaller and more delicate than any he'd seen before.

The newly adopted daughter may be a small mutant who came out of some laboratory or black workshop?

What about her abilities?

——Perhaps, this is the "ability" of his little baby.To make anyone feel kind to her?

This crazy man was playing with the "shackles" that he had removed from his daughter's neck and defined it like a joke.

It doesn't matter whether An Qi's ability is this or not, anyway, after five months in Arkham, the little girl has been able to move freely in all the cells in Arkham.Even the crocodile-man killer Crocodile who lived in the sewers was bitten off her arm when they first met.

This girl conquered the entire Arkham with her unknown (Mary Sue?) aura.

"Knock knock~"

Miss An Qi goes to shoot the door of Killer Crocodile every day.

"Uncle Jones, are you there?"

Killer Crocodile's cell in Arkham is located in a dull and abandoned sewer, but she can't lift the tens of kilograms of manhole cover on the ground, so she has to go around a long way every time to come from the underground passage to the real prison door.

"Hua la hua la..." The sound of the water was getting closer and closer, and the half-human, half-beast crocodile slowly appeared by the prison door.

This is Jones.

He suffers from an extremely rare atavistic disease, his body is covered with indestructible scales, his teeth and nails are extremely sharp, and he can easily tear a two hundred pound adult man apart.

"You're here again, little girl." The killer Crocodile said softly.When he speaks, he will show his yellow and white teeth, which are denser and sharper than those of a crocodile. With that crocodile face, it is hideous and terrifying.Don't say that it can scare children to tears, even adults will feel palpitations when they see it.

But An Qi looked as usual, her black and white eyes were calm and clear.It seemed that in her eyes, the crocodile man in front of her was no different from a normal person.With such an indifferent attitude, I don't know if it's because she has seen it a lot before, so she is not surprised, or because she is born with such a strong ability to accept.

"Uncle Jones." The soft little girl raised a bright smile, and pushed the small wooden cart that took a long time to drag all the way to the killer crocodile, as if offering a treasure.

"It's time to eat."

"Macaroni, spaghetti, French fries, large bread, and grilled lamb chops." Because the killer crocodile eats a lot, she always uses a large iron plate to hold so many things and deliver them.You have to use a small cart to tow it all the way.

"Hmph." Killer Crocodile snorted heavily, "How many times have I told you, I don't eat human food."

Even though he said so, the big crocodile still reached out to pick up the food on the dinner plate one by one through the hole of the iron pillar, and hugged it in its arms.

"But, you are human, why don't you eat human food?" The little girl tilted her head, and the two ponytails tied crookedly on her head looked even more asymmetrical.Her small mouth was pursed, and there was obvious doubt in her eyes, as if she couldn't figure out why he said that.

"..." Killer Crocodile fell silent.

His time in Arkham had never been the same as other criminals.Macaroni, pasta, French fries, bread... never appear on his "menu".

Before this little girl appeared, what was his daily meal?

— a sheep, a cow or an unplucked pig?

Killer Crocodile took a bite of the bread, and the sweet aroma of wheat spread throughout his mouth as he chewed.

——Tsk, no matter what it is, I can't recall the sweet and greasy taste of raw meat more than half a year ago when blood burst out in my mouth.

Seeing the killer crocodile eating, the little girl stopped thinking about it.Children's thoughts are often unconstrained, come and go quickly.

"Oh, that's right." The little girl shook her loose ponytail on the top of her head, lowered her head, took out a bright red apple from the small bag on her shoulder, and handed it to Killer Crocodile on her feet.

"A big fresh apple for you to eat." It was like offering a treasure.

Angie got this in the prison guard's cafeteria. Except for the clown, only Deadshot has it.This was originally reserved for herself by her, but now it is given to Killer Crocodile.

"Goodbye, Uncle Jones." The little girl waved to Killer Crocodile, and pulled her small wooden cart away.

"Crack~" Killer Crocodile took a bite of the apple, and watched the little girl go away.The bright red apples are crispy and juicy, chew twice, and the mouth is full of sweetness.

--"Sweet."

The crocodile man in the cell snorted and laughed.I don't know whether it is the apple in the hand or the person who gave the apple.

Today's meal delivery task at noon was completed, and the little girl went back to "home" on her short legs.

"Daddy,...daddy?"

Unexpectedly, the clown is not in the cell today.

An Qi blinked her eyes, and knocked on the dead shot at the door next door.

"Uncle Lawton, have you seen my dad?"

Shi She, who had just had lunch, turned to her and said, "Your father has gone to the outer district, baby."

Today Arkham has a new psychiatrist who is in charge of the Joker's "condition".

This is a female doctor, her sexy and fiery figure is completely covered by a loose white coat, and her beautiful appearance is also greatly diminished by the rigid black-framed glasses she wears.

She is Harley Quizell, a doctor with excellent professional ability.It won't be long before she will have a place in the top team of psychiatrists.

Unfortunately, the patient she met today was a clown.

——a demented lunatic, a... depraved abyss.

The ward where the Joker receives psychiatric treatment is on the outskirts of Arkham.The outer area and the ward are like iron walls, and the inner area guarded by a few people is different.There are many guards on the periphery of Arkham, cameras are everywhere, and the security is tight.

An Qi wanted to find her father, but she couldn't.She was once ordered by the clown to only move within the inner circle of this high-risk area.The prison guards on the periphery are not as easy to say (intimidate) as the prison guards here.After all, those who can work as prison guards in high-risk areas are mostly people with criminal records or violent tendencies who cannot find satisfactory jobs in society or retired mercenaries.These people had tied their heads to their trouser waists long ago. They were not suitable for living in the sun, so they chose to come to Arkham as prison guards.If nothing else, more money will do.And the clown, although not as good as Baby Bruce, the richest man in Gotham, is not short of money.Moreover, buying (or threatening) such a small trick is not too easy for Mr. Chou.

"Well……"

The little girl squatted in the corner, a small ball looking aggrieved and lost.Her white and tender fingers were boringly drawing circles on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, the little girl with numb thighs climbed into bed and fell asleep in a daze, and the clown father came back late.

"Daddy..." Hearing the sound of the door opening, the little girl turned her head, before opening her sleepy eyes, she called out softly.

After waking up, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw a pale-skinned green-haired man squatting silently on the bedside.He had a smile on his face, but his pale complexion and those deep, cold dark green eyes that concealed madness made him look like an evil ghost, eerie.

But the little girl was not afraid at all.

"Daddy!" She sat up in surprise, her voice was sweet and crunchy.Then the two tender little paws hugged the "ghost face" with a terrible smile and just took a bite.

The clear black and white water eyes are full of trust and dependence, without any adulteration.

In this child's heart, the clown occupies an absolutely special place.Whether it is now or in the future.

"Good girl." The clown father imitated the behavior of a normal father and rubbed his daughter's little head.But because of too much force, the little fluff was rubbed into a mess, and the little girl herself was dizzy.

In the eyes of outsiders, it seemed that this man was going to crush the child's fragile head with his big hands.

But An Qi didn't care about the increasingly heavy force on her head from Papa Clown.She stretched her little arms forward, wrapping around the clown's neck, and stepped on the clown's thighs with her little feet, as if the whole person was hanging on it.

"Daddy! Angie misses you." The little girl's small face rubbed against the clown's neck, very affectionately.

"Me too." The clown stood up and responded.One hand seems to be unconsciously supporting the little butt of his own daughter to prevent the girl from falling.

"Will Daddy go out tomorrow?" The little girl raised her head and asked the clown, her slender and thick eyelashes flickering with her eyes.

"I think so, baby."

"Hmm..." Bai Nennen's little face wrinkled into a little bun, and little An Qi looked extremely distressed.

"Then tomorrow, can I go with Dad?" she asked.

"Oh...I'm afraid it won't work." The clown grabbed a lock of the little girl's hair and wrapped it around his fingers, "You know baby, I told you that you can't go to the outer district..."

"It will be discovered by the big black bat, and it will be caught and eaten in the cave!" Little Anqi continued the clown's unfinished words.She covered her mouth with her small hands, and her eyes were wide open, looking terrified.

"However, before being eaten by the big bat, I will call my father to beat him up!" Little Anqi held her claws firmly.Obviously, in her heart, the image of her dad is extremely tall.

"Then what if I can't make it?" The clown raised his eyebrows and asked viciously.There is no consciousness that children may be scared to cry when faced with the idea of ​​"being eaten".

"Then, then..." The little girl's face wrinkled even tighter, "Then knock him unconscious and drag him back to be beaten by Dad."

——Drag it back to give your dad a beating?

Why drag it back if you can stun?

Just to beat your daddy girl?

What logic!

"Hahahahaha!" However, the clown laughed out loud, as if Little Angie had perfectly hit his point, and was very satisfied with this answer.

Also, Batman belongs to the Joker (adversary).

The Joker wouldn't be happy if anyone, even his little baby girl, made a rash move on Batman.

"Speaking of big bats... oh~ my old friend." The clown sighed inexplicably, with a lot of meaning.

It has been a whole year since the clown started raising his daughter and "retired from the rivers and lakes". He began to miss his old friend Batman.

"Baby, how about Daddy taking you out to play." This was a question, but his tone made it an affirmative sentence.

"When will it be?" the little girl asked, tilting her head.

"Oh~ It depends on the cooperation of Dad's new toy." The green-haired man suppressed his smile and said with deep eyes.

Three months later.

Dr. Quizell, in love with his patient, heard the person in front of him say: "Honey, I need a machine gun."

This sentence, like the soft whisper of the devil, has been lingering in my ears.It also seems to be bewitched from the abyss, waiting for your look back.

"A... machine gun?"

Dr. Quizell repeated the key points, his expression was dull, as if he had been captured by a demon.