family history of mental illness

Seattle, Kings County.

I have had the experience of going from Seattle to Miami once, and I will be much more familiar with the road the second time.Taxi and plane, and kayak for a while, the next morning, Omir arrived in Miami.

The sun has risen, and there are pedestrians on the road one after another.

Omir was leaning outside the newspaper stop and flipping through the newspaper, but his eyes flicked to the imposing building full of technology - Stark Industries Branch from time to time.

The entire building belonged to Stark, and it became a difficult problem for him to use his reason to get in. Finally, after nearly half an hour of waiting for a solution, he took advantage of the rush hour to knock out a Stark industrial employee, stole his suit and badge.

The clothes are a little short.

But barely.

Unobtrusively blending into the flow of people going to work, Omir smoothly clocked in and entered the elevator, and pressed the down button.

The button on the negative fifth floor is gray, presumably to imprison the clown, Stark emptied this floor and set a prohibition for employees to enter.Under the strange eyes of his fellow passengers, he pressed the fourth floor and closed the elevator door.

The capable lady in business attire looked at him suspiciously: "Are you an employee on the fourth floor?"

Omir was distracted and reluctantly nodded, as an answer to the other party.

The woman's expression became more and more puzzled. She looked at the upside-down badge on Omir's chest, and asked strangely: "I don't remember the network maintenance department having such a handsome employee as you."

She said teasing words, but her eyes were full of inquiry: "New here?"

Omir was thinking about other things, so naturally he didn't notice this, but echoed: "It's been less than a month since I joined the company, so maybe you haven't seen me."

The eyes of the lady in professional attire suddenly sharpened for a moment, and then she lowered her eyes. The elevator dinged and stopped on the second floor. She said naturally, "My floor is here, goodbye."

Omir said perfunctorily, "Goodbye."

He watched the other party walk out of the elevator, immediately pressed the button to close the elevator door, and continued to go down, so he didn't know that the lady's face changed drastically when the elevator left, and she rang the alarm, and then called their boss. Telephone.

"Oh, Pepper, you know how busy I was yesterday, can't you let me sleep more?" Stark complained sadly while lying on the bed.

Potts said indifferently: "If you are talking about being busy, you mean the owner of the backless dress that I was temporarily assigned to buy, then I don't need to apologize for waking you up."

Stark said with a headache: "Pepper, why are you suddenly doing business?"

Potts didn't give him a chance to continue asking, and quickly said: "The branch building has been invaded. The identity of the visitor is unknown. He has sneaked into the fourth floor. He claims to be a new employee, but I have never seen his file. I deliberately It is said that the fourth floor is the network maintenance department, and he has not discovered this mistake, I suspect that his target is a lower-level clown."

"Of course it's the clown." Stark turned over abruptly and sat up: "I'll go there right away, you pay attention to safety."

A clown of course.

As Omir went down the elevator, he suddenly heard the sound of alarms all over the building, and immediately realized that something was wrong.At this time, I recalled that the woman before said it was curiosity, but it was more like a few probing questions, and there was nothing I didn't understand.

The elevator stopped, and the door slowly opened with a "ding". He walked out of the elevator calmly, pretending to blend in with the crowd coming and going, and hiding in the empty file room without a trace, he was relieved.

Fortunately, the time for the alarm to go off was short, and many people couldn't react at all. They didn't realize that the person coming out of the elevator would be an intruder. If the security guards started to block and check, it would be too late to do anything at that time.

The archive room is very close to the safe passage, and even the closed door can be seen there.

Omir went there once when no one was around, but with his strengthened arm strength, he still couldn't pull it open, which shows the solid material of the door.

At such times, he especially missed Brant's good friend Neil, the lockpicking expert.

The security personnel began to intervene in the investigation, and Harpy, who was walking in the front, checked the door lock. After confirming that it was safe, he directed the security guards to act in groups, and then left in a hurry.

For a moment, Omir had his eyes on him.

This man has a security key card!

So he hid more carefully, and then quietly followed up when Harpy dispersed the employees and checked the fourth floor, and followed in when the other party entered a reference room.

At the moment of entering the door, a flying kick kicked fiercely, and Omir dodged the attack sideways, followed by two muffled punches to the flesh. Omir avoided the dangerous part, took it easily, and then quickly circled around. Back, knocked him unconscious with a palm.

"It's quite capable of playing." After Omir's pertinent evaluation, he immediately squatted down and began to search for the door card.

In case of emergencies, Omir carried all the key magnetic cards on his body. He recalled the one that Harpy used to check the door lock, picked it out neatly, and then ran without hesitation. Go to the safe passage and open the gate.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly ran down the stairs and entered the temporarily remodeled fifth floor.

There was a silver-white metal prison inside. Omir walked to the small door with no obvious lock, and swiped the key cards one by one with the key cards he snatched from Happy, which really made him try it out.

The second card, even because it was within the range of three false swipes, did not trigger the area alarm!

With a sound of "beep", the small door opened in response, and Omir walked in, and saw the clown with his arms hanging around his neck at a glance.

When I saw him, the clown was sitting behind a table, playing poker with one hand.

He didn't seem to be surprised by Omir's arrival at all, and welcomed him quite casually: "You are very nice to be here." He spread his hands helplessly: "Unfortunately, it is inconvenient for my hand to be injured, otherwise I wanted to give you a round of applause."

Omir cut him off: "How did you get here from Gotham?"

The Joker laughed: "What did I hear, Gotham?"

He looked at Omir as if he was looking at a junior who didn't live up to expectations: "So you came to see me with all your troubles just to ask such boring questions?"

Not intending to be invaded by the clown's rogue logic, Omer said directly: "Brant is missing in front of me."

The clown suddenly put away his smiling face.

Omir said: "A black hole suddenly appeared at his feet. There is some connection between us. I suspect that he was teleported to Arkham." He looked at the clown and lowered his voice: "Arkham Asylum."

The clown didn't say a word, no one knew better than him what kind of place it was.

Omir said: "You should be aware of your relationship. I need your help to find him, your only son."

The clown was silent for a while, and suddenly started playing with the joker again. After about a minute or two, he said before the other party ran out of patience, "I met you too."

Omir frowned: "What did you encounter? A black hole?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden feeling of tearing and pulling in the air. Omir looked up, but saw that the place above the sink, which was originally a mirror, suddenly turned into a dark whirlpool.

From a distance, it looks like a black hole.

"Ha!" The clown laughed as he squeezed the ghost card, "That's what I met."

……

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Gotham, Arkham Asylum.

On the fourth floor of the lunatic asylum, Brandt felt the energy body in the air, pointed to the source and asked, "What is that place?"

Allen took a look and said, "That's the ward Batman reserved for himself."

Brandt was puzzled: "Reserved?"

Allen nodded: "This was designed at the beginning of the transformation. He reserved a ward for himself, and after he finally went crazy, he will come back here and lock himself up to the end of his life."

Emmm...

Brandt didn't quite understand: "As far as I know, the Joker is Batman's sworn enemy, right?"

Allen said yes.

Brandt said: "Then why did he keep the room next to the clown?" Where did this clingy baby come from?

Fortunately, Batman didn't know the position that Brant gave him in his heart, otherwise he might explode, because from the beginning to the end, he was never the one clinging to him, and the clown's mental illness was like the number one illegitimate meal.

When Allen heard what he said, he couldn't help sighing a little upset: "The fourth floor can't hold the clown, so how sure are you that you can hold Batman? I'm afraid it's just another decoration that comes and goes freely. But apart from the fourth floor, there is no place with better security in Arkham."

Brant probably understood, and he asked, "Can you open the door and let me take a look inside?"

Allen was puzzled: "What are you looking for along the way?"

Brandt glanced at him and said, "I'm looking for my way home."

Alan didn't believe it: "Your way home will be in Arkham?"

Brandt said truthfully, "Since there is a way for me to come here, there must be a way for me to go home."

Allen didn't quite understand: "Didn't you be kidnapped and thrown here by Frankenstein?"

It was only then that Brant remembered the character design he made up for himself before, and he agreed with an "oh", but at the same time, the familiar energy fluctuations in the air were fading.

Brant began to get anxious. He was afraid that if he took a step too late, the existence that might be a wormhole would disappear.

He hurriedly asked: "Stop talking about this, can you open the door?"

Of course it can, and there is no patient inside, so there is no hindrance at all to open the door. Allen would ask, but it was just a subconscious interrogation caused by vigilance.

He walked to the door that belonged to Batman, found the key, and inserted it into the lock.

With a "click", the door was opened, and Allen gently pushed the door open, and everything inside the door was clearly presented in front of the two of them.

It was an ordinary ward with similar specifications to all wards, but in this small space, there were two big men squeezed tightly next to each other.

A handsome man with a Nordic appearance, broad shoulders and long legs, full of aggression, but squatting on the ground like a little daughter-in-law with her knees hugged, looking pitiful.

One had a white face, blood red lips, and two hideous scars at the corners of his mouth. He sat sprawled on the ground, looking at the surrounding environment and couldn't straighten up laughing. It looked quite funny.

Before Brant could react, Allen yelled out in shock: "Joker? Why are you here?"

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Ugly Lord: Cub!fear not!Papa is here to save you!

Bubu denied three times: I am not!I don't!do not come!