family history of mental illness

Of course there wasn't any damn birthmark on Brant's ass, the clown would have said that, but it was just a whim, not wanting to see the calm look on his face.

Sure enough, after cheating on his son, his body and mind were at ease, and even the hand that suffered the gunshot wound didn't hurt anymore.

Brant walked over and sat down on the bed against the clown's gaze.He is about half a body away from the clown, which is an intimate and guarded distance, but it is also the most suitable distance for them at present.

He looked sideways at the clown, and spoke to him calmly: "Can you tell me something?"

The clown laughed lowly: "What are you talking about, baby wants to hear a bedtime story?"

Brant turned his head back, not knowing what he was looking at: "I want to hear about my parents."

"Okay." The clown seemed to be in a good mood, and he started quite self-consciously: "Your father is an excellent magician. In order to save the decaying city, he has spent his whole life fighting against the evil and dark bat monster He killed Robin mob, the supporter of the bat boss, and killed the corrupt female lawyer, the girlfriend of the bat boss, and was punished by Harvey Dent, the prosecutor who tried to drag the city into darkness. His face makes him handsome and decent..."

Brandt looked at him silently, without saying a word.

"Okay, okay." The clown surrendered: "It's a shame you didn't inherit your father's sense of humor, where are we?

By the way, although your father's life was full of ups and downs, his happiest time was when he was a magician. His magic tricks are really good. Would you like to see it? "

He shook the pencil and reached out to Brant's eyes: "Pencil magic, I can make it disappear on the back of your hand."

Brant asked, "Pierce through my palm and then pull it out from underneath?"

"Why do you think of such a cruel thing?" The clown put on an unbelievably false expression, and then he hummed in a low voice and turned into a crazy laugh. He laughed and fell on the hospital bed, and said with relief: " I was wrong, you have a great sense of humor."

Brant sighed, "I don't want to hear about the clown's upside-down magical experience, I want to hear about Jack, Jack Napier."

The clown stopped laughing abruptly. He leaned against the wall and sat up, raised his eyelids and looked at Brant: "What a terrible name, the clown doesn't know this kind of person."

"I've heard he's a great comedian and my mom loves him," Brandt said.

The clown said indifferently: "Unfortunately, he died long ago."

Brant said, "Is he really dead?"

The clown said, "He died 15 years ago. Poor Jack, Batman ruined his life, and the ugly city killed his wife and children. What can he do if he doesn't die?"

"But I saw him," Brandt said.

The clown fiddled with the pencil, but said nothing.

Brant sighed: "At the playground, I saw him crying and shouting, but you didn't let him out."

After a long time, the clown said, "Useless guy, let it out, but what else can he do but make things worse?"

Brandt laughed: "Can you still give his son a hug?"

The clown was also amused: "Give him his 15-year-old son who has been lost for 24 years?"

Brant: "Maybe?"

The clown leaned forward and back with a smile, and he stretched out his arms directly: "Now he can too, do you want to hug? Little...bao...bao."

Brant looks at the Joker, and the Joker looks at Brant.In barely a few seconds, he approached his father in a gentle manner, and slid into the clown's open arms.

A big hand patted his back, gently rubbed his head, and then slowly approached his neck, with a crescent birthmark lying horizontally on it.

Someone whispered in his ear in a trance.

...Hey, Jack, does that look like a smiling face?It must be because you always made me laugh when I was pregnant, so the baby has this birthmark...

That big hand caressed the birthmark of the crescent moon, then suddenly raised... then fell down suddenly!

Almost immediately, Brant raised his hand and clasped the big hand. He turned his head and saw that he was holding a pencil in that hand. The sharp point was pointing at his fragile neck. Broken footage with blood splatter.

There was no light in the clown's eyes, but he smiled innocently: "I just want to do a magic trick for you."

Brant withdrew from that embrace: "Therapy time is over."

"It's too sudden." The clown was dissatisfied: "The parent-child time is too short."

Brant took the pencil away: "Yeah, I'm afraid that if it is longer, I will die."

He retreated to the door and looked at the clown. The man was sitting on the bed, although he was looking at him, there was no emotion in his eyes.

He didn't know what the clown's purpose was for doing this.

Maybe he just wanted to see if he could stop this deadly attack called magic.Maybe he didn't want himself, who might affect him, to live on.It's also possible that this was just a reckless joke on his boredom.

No one knows what the clown is thinking.

The clown smiled and said, "Don't be so serious, you know I like smiling faces."

Brant interrupted him: "I'll see you again in a few days."

The clown has no interest in visitation or treatment. In his opinion, destroying a person's faith and pushing him off the cliff of morality and reason is the only game he finds fun.

This person could be anyone, and if it could be Batman, just thinking about that image made him so excited that he couldn't help himself.

The excited clown said to Brant at the door: "Tell one hand, I'm going to change wards, and I'll live in Batman's room from now on."

Brant walked out of the ward and closed the door.

Brant doesn't understand the relationship between Batman and the Joker.The Joker is committed to destroying Batman, on a spiritual level, but he will feel excited and happy just to live in the other's ward.

Batman regards the clown as his mortal enemy and is committed to trapping him in Arkham forever, but he will build a ward of his own on the floor with only the clown.

Even if Allen said that it was because the fourth floor had the highest security level and was the only place where they could be locked up, Brandt didn't quite understand it.

Brandt, who didn't quite understand, walked towards the elevator, and then saw Omer who had been waiting here.

"What are you doing here?" He said nonchalantly.

Omir looked tall and big, but he always liked to put on a pitiful and wronged look to his creator.He leaned forward, his head drooping heavily, but his forehead rested lightly on Brant's shoulder.

He said sullenly, "You're gone."

Brandt sighed: "What will happen to your body? If you don't soak in the culture fluid for more than 36 hours, you will be very dangerous."

Omir raised his head and tapped his shoulder, and said after a pause, "But you're gone."

Brandt conceded defeat: "Okay, then let's think about what to do next."

He pulled Omir up, swiped his card and entered the elevator together: "Tell me, how did you get here, and why are you with the clown."

Omir glanced at the hand held by Brant without any trace, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and then stuck it in.

The elevator has a lot of space, but he deliberately leaned close to Brant, and even held it back when the other party subconsciously let go.

Brant frowned: "What is this? Two big men holding hands? It's so strange."

Omir looked weak: "I have been locked in consciousness for too long, and I am especially afraid of this small space."

Brandt frowned even tighter: "Claustrophobia?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Omir staggered weakly, and leaned on Brant's body: "It's difficult to breathe, I feel weak all over, and I feel dizzy. I may be ill."

With a sound of "ding", the elevator reached the first floor and opened the door. Brandt rolled his eyes skyward, tore Omir off his body, and warned, "Enough is enough."

"Okay." Omir stood up resentfully, but still held his Creator in his hand, and started talking.

He talked about the cute and lovely Jennifer who traded her health and life for his freedom, about the accidents of sneaking into Stark's fifth underground floor, about the flexible and fat Happy who was knocked out by him, and about finding After the clown, the black hole that suddenly appeared.

"It appeared suddenly. The clown said that when he came, he encountered such a black hole, so we decided to try it."

Brandt said: "It's too reckless. What if it's not a wormhole connecting the universe, but a turbulent flow of time and space?"

Omir said proudly: "But I succeeded, I found you."

Brandt choked, speechless.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he met Alan head-on, rushing towards the elevator with a few guards.

Seeing Brant, Allen's eyes lit up: "It's great that you're here."

Brant asked, "I just came out of the clown, what's wrong?"

Allen said: "There is something wrong with Quinn's state, come and see with me."

Omer interjected, "Quinn?"

Although leaving Brant's memory palace, most of the tomes have become wordless books, but the information obtained through the integration with the previous system is still there.Therefore, on this specific occasion in Arkham, when it came to the famous surname Quinn, Omer immediately realized that it was Harley Quinn.

But Omir has always been a little puzzled, why the knowledge of the system can include celebrities who appeared more than ten years later, but there is no Captain Allen, who seems to have stayed in Arkham for a long time.

Brandt thought that Omer didn't know, so he explained to him: "Harley Quinn, a patient who worships and obsesses with clowns, I suspect that she wants to be my stepmother."

Omer: "?"

Brant: "But judging by the clown's scum of the century, she probably won't succeed."

Omir: "..."

Fine.

Your own Creator is right in everything he says.

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boob: take off the birthmark on the ass or something, it doesn't exist, you devils who made me take off my pants

ps. Emotional drama... I really tried my best woo woo woo QxQ