family history of mental illness

Yeah, why is the clown here? Didn't he escape from prison?He even crossed over to another universe, made a big fuss in Miami, and was imprisoned in Stark's underground fifth floor.

Why is he here?

"Ha!" The clown laughed so hard that he couldn't stand upright as if he had seen something extremely funny, "Look where I am, Batman's ward?" He retracted his legs and sat cross-legged, with his injured hand hanging On the neck, the other one is holding the poker cards and turning around, saying excitedly: "Interesting and interesting. I have always wanted to see what the ward that the little bat left for me looks like, but this time I finally saw it, not bad , It’s really good, it makes me want to live in it.”

Brant said in surprise, "Isn't this exactly the same as your original ward?"

The clown turned his head and took a steady look at Brant, so that Brant even began to think that he would say something shocking.

But the Joker didn't say anything, but turned his head back again, dropped the poker, and slapped his legs and laughed.

Although everyone calls him a lunatic, the clown is actually more rational than anyone else, rationally crazy, and crazy rationally.

As early as the time Brant took off his makeup, the Joker was aware of his identity.

Without him, he is too similar to himself.

Unlike other people who were relieved to see Brant's appearance after removing makeup, they felt that the two looked very different, and it had absolutely nothing to do with it.But the clown knew that this person might really be related to him.

He is almost a replica of his appearance before disfigurement!

He realized this as early as when he was in the police station. He knew that it was impossible for two people who were so similar in the world, but he subconsciously resisted this result.

On the worst night, he lost his handsome appearance, gentle wife, and a newborn child.

The world collapsed, the three views were destroyed, he didn't want to perish, so the optimistic and funny Jack willingly sank to the deepest part of the ground, and on the wasteland, a brand new soul was born, a crazy, evil, forever A clown who keeps entertaining himself.

It was the clown who saved Jack Napier, but it was also the birth of the clown that gave him no chance to find out that his child might still be alive.

His wife's neck was broken into a strange arc, and she was holding the blood-stained swaddle, but he was sure that he didn't see his son's body.

The blood-stained and broken swaddle is not necessarily a symbol of death. Maybe his son encountered the strange black hole just like him, came to a completely strange universe and city, and grew up to be a handsome young man?

Although, the flow of time is a bit strange.

That night was 15 years ago, but Brant was an adult in his 20s... and that was one reason he hadn't been sure.

The clown looked at Alan and suddenly asked, "One hand, how long have I been away?"

"Why do you ask this?" This name is full of malice and hurts people, but Alan doesn't care much. Compared with this, he wants to know what bad idea the clown is planning.

The clown said innocently: "Don't be so nervous, I'm just afraid that without the clown, Arkham will become boring and lonely."

Allen said nonchalantly: "It will only become safe and stable."

Brandt had to expose him: "But we seem to have just experienced a riot?"

The clown was amused. He stared closely at the guard chief and narrowed his eyes: "How long has it been since I disappeared? If you answer my question, I will stop escaping from prison. How about it!"

not so good.

Allen was not appeased at all, and even frowned: "What the clown said, few people who believe it will end well."

Dr. Quinn believed his nonsense and tried to treat his madness with empathy and make him recover, but in the end he degenerated into a clown woman, living a life that was neither human nor ghost.

The patients incited by him believed his nonsense and helped him escape from prison together. As a result, the clown flew away, but those people died in Arkham's automatic security guns as cannon fodder.

The gangsters in Gotham believed his nonsense and robbed the bank with him. They wanted to do a big one, but in the end they asked the clown who wanted to monopolize him to design a chain, and killed each other one by one. In the end, the clown became The one who laughs last.

So, who would, who would dare to believe the clown's nonsense?

Allen didn't speak anymore, and looked at the clown with a serious and alert face.

"I was just joking." The clown put on a pure and weird expression, and said nervously, "Why are you so serious?"

Allen gave Brandt a wink back.

It’s hard to say if Brant understands it, but he obviously didn’t want to leave. Instead, he walked forward to the squatting big baby and stroked Omer’s big, furry head.

The autistic Omir finally raised his head.

When he saw Brant, his excited eyes lit up: "Brant? We're back? We made it!"

Brandt looked at Omer with wrong eyes: "I said for a long time just now, within three meters of you, didn't you hear?"

Allen's eyes were also wrong, but the person he was looking at was Brandt: "Do you know them?"

Emmm...

Brandt said selectively: "This is my friend." Of course he was not referring to the clown.

Omir added: "Best friends, the kind who are half-body, inseparable from life to death."

"Ahem." Brant patted Omer to make him quiet, and continued, "It's almost like that, I don't know why he is with the clown, and he came here again... The Frankenstein I'm talking about is Really, we got separated before."

Brandt's words were hesitant to say, true or false, which really caused Allen to misunderstand: "Did the clown coerce your friend?"

The clown said dissatisfiedly: "The clown never threatens anyone." Under everyone's suspicious eyes, he added with a smile: "Except for Batman."

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be the case.

He used Harvey Dent and Rachel to coerce Batman into making choices, creating a villainous Double-Face for Gotham.He used Jason Todd to coerce Batman to play games, and created a red hood for Gotham that is both good and evil.

The Joker has never only played with Batman.

"Tsk." Allen pointed a gun at the clown and said, "Doctor Brant, take your friend and find a chance to leave. I will keep an eye on the clown to prevent him from making any small moves."

The clown raised a hand very cooperatively: "I don't do anything, but..." He said the word playfully: "Doctor? A doctor from Arkham Psychiatry?"

Allen raised his gun tightly: "Isn't it enough to destroy a Quinn? What else do you want to do!"

The clown maintained a funny posture with one hand hanging around his neck and the other raised high. He stood up in a good mood, and wobbled to the side of the bed.Allen's muzzle moved with him, but he didn't realize it, and sat down on his own.

The clown said innocently: "I don't want to do anything, but my head hurts and my mind is very confused. I think I may be crazy." His "joke" made himself laugh: "Ha, yes, I'm crazy , I need the doctor to help me, Brant... Dr. Napier?"

"!!!"

Alan looked at him vigilantly, not understanding why the clown put his surname on Brant, but he understood one thing: "The clown doesn't need treatment, Doctor Brant, get out of here quickly .”

Brant shook his head: "You take Omir to leave, and I will stay."

Allen said anxiously: "Doctor Brant!"

"It's going to be okay," Brandt said.

Allen said: "Harry said the same thing at the beginning, but in just one week, he turned into a clown girl and lived in the ward of crazy people."

Brandt heard a familiar name: "Harley Quinn? The oil paint monster who is obsessed with clowns and tries to be someone's stepmother?"

The clown's laughter stopped suddenly, and the expression on his face was wonderful.

Brant pushed Alan out: "You forgot my little trick? Go away and help me take care of Omer for a while, I can handle it."

Allen retreated to the door with a complicated expression, and closed the door.

Brant turned around and faced the clown: "Now, there are only two of us left."

The clown slowly leaned against the wall, took out a pencil out of nowhere, and played with it: "Dr. Napier, I have a problem with time perception. Tell me, how long have I been away?"

Brant knew what he wanted to ask: "You left Arkham for nearly ten days, but you only stayed in Miami for less than three days. There is indeed a problem with the flow of time."

The clown let out an "oh" without a tone.

Brant couldn't tell what he was thinking from the other's expression, but there was one thing he had to say: "My name is Morgan, not Napier."

"But you know your name is Napier," said the clown.

Brandt said: "I was adopted when I was a baby, my name was Driscoll, then my mother was killed, I was picked up by her police friend, and then I was named Morgan. Only Napier... ..."

In fact, the clown doesn't care what Brant's surname is, but deep in his consciousness, the existence that has never expressed his thoughts and feelings, suddenly rioted. He desperately hoped that his son could inherit his surname, and urgently I hope my life is not a joke.

The noisy spiritual world made the clown take deep breaths.

He whispered dissatisfied: "Shut up."

Brant looked at him strangely: "Who are you talking to?"

"An unimportant piece of trash," said the clown.

Brant said, "Okay, so what the hell are you trying to talk about when you leave me here?"

The clown said: "Don't talk about anything, shouldn't you treat me? It seems that you are not a serious psychiatrist."

In order to stop the riot in Arkham, Brant exhausted the tentacles of consciousness. How can he heal immediately?

What's more, the clown's brain is dangerous. If he is not fully prepared, he doesn't intend to interfere with his brain.

Brant said, "Since you have nothing to say, answer my question."

The clown lifted his eyelids and looked at him.

Brant said, "Is Harley Quinn really chasing you?" He was really curious about it.

clown:"……"

The clown decided to change the subject: "I used to have a son."

This time it was Brant's turn to lift his eyelids to look at him.

The clown said: "On his buttocks, there is a birthmark in the shape of a playing card club."

Brandt: "..."

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Ugly Lord: There is a birthmark on my son's buttocks.

Boob: Don't take off your pants, crab