family history of mental illness

"Wait... stepmother?" Allen's eyes gradually became dull, he turned his neck stiffly, and looked at Brandt warily: "What's your relationship with the clown?"

Brant paused, only to realize that he had accidentally revealed something remarkable when he talked to Omir just now.

The head of the guard's eyes was already very strange.He took a few guards in a confrontational position, feeling suddenly enlightened.

"No wonder you appeared so suddenly, and your identity information can't be found."

Allen felt cheated: "It turns out that you and the clown have that kind of relationship."

Brant had to say, "But I'm not crazy."

Allen was dissatisfied: "You stayed here on purpose, not to treat the clown, you probably did it to join him."

Brandt emphasized: "But I'm not crazy."

Allen was suspicious: "Why did you take the initiative to ask for treatment for Quinn? Did the clown ask you to pass some information to her?"

Brandt was helpless: "I'm really not crazy, and I haven't committed a crime." He raised his hands and said innocently: "I'm harmless."

Allen squinted at him: "Will the clown's son be harmless?"

The answer is yes.

Brandt said: "The clown and I have been separated for many years, and we only recently reunited. We didn't have much contact. Even today, when I stay, the only meaningful communication we have is that he let me Help with a sentence." He looked at Allen: "Here."

Allen frowned: "What?"

Brandt said without words: "The ward of Batman, he will live in it in the future."

Emmm...

Allen had to admit: "This is indeed what his clown would say."

Allen is actually very complicated. He saw Brant stop the riot with his own eyes, but he was afraid that all this was just a show, in order to paralyze his will, get in among them, and then cooperate with the clown to completely Destroy Batman, Arkham, and even all of Gotham.

There's nothing a clown can't do.

Allen was hesitant, and Brandt added another weight to his balance: "I really have some small means of healing, and maybe it can really help Harley Quinn's condition."

In order to reassure the head of the guard, he even said: "If you are not at ease, you can also watch from the side."

Some guards said in embarrassment: "Chief Guard, time is running out, if it drags on, they might not be able to control Harley Quinn."

Allen asked, "Did the people inside ask for help?"

"The intercom rang three times," the guard said.

Allen took the walkie-talkie from his subordinate and pressed the communication button.

An anxious male voice sounded in the background with wild laughter and cheers: "Head of the Guard, Harley Quinn is about to lose control. She heard the news of the return of the clown from nowhere, and now she is extremely excited, yelling to see her J gentlemen."

Allen said simply: "Give her a tranquilizer."

"Yes, guard... Eh? Eh! Wait a minute!"

Hearing the muffled sound of "bang", Allen's heart suddenly jumped, and he said loudly: "What's wrong? I received a reply!"

However, on the other end of the walkie-talkie, there was only a busy tone of "beep beep...".

"Tsk." Allen stuffed the walkie-talkie back into the guard's arms, turned his head suddenly to look at Brant, he took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down: "Can you cure her?"

Brandt said conservatively: "I can treat her and try to cure her."

"Come with me." Allen said, turned and walked into the elevator.

On the way to the Harley Quinn's ward, Brandt briefly learned about the Harley Quinn's situation.

Brandt asked: "I've only heard a little about Harley Quinn's deeds here and there, so I'm sure I don't know as much as you. For the convenience of future treatment, tell me about her."

Allen said: "Her real name is Harley Quinn, and she was originally the most outstanding psychiatrist of that class. We hired her as the attending physician, and the first patient assigned to her was the clown."

Omir complained: "Then you are really relieved."

Allen sighed: "At that time, we didn't know that the clown was so, so... This is the hospital's mistake."

The elevator stopped on the third floor, and several people ran towards Harley Quinn's ward.

Brandt asked, "And then?"

Allen said: "Quinn just stepped into the society, innocent and simple, she thought that as long as she knew enough about the clown, she could find his weakness, break through and heal him, but..."

"But Joker has no weaknesses, she fails," Brant said.

Allen said sadly: "Not only that, Quinn even fell in love with him because of her deep understanding during that time. Her thinking began to assimilate with the clown, and her behavior began to become crazy. No one could control her. She soon fell in love with him. I also got a ward in Arkham." He sighed: "This is probably the funniest thing ever. The doctor became a patient, and her former colleague became her attending doctor instead."

Brant asked, "She has a doctor?"

Allen said with a headache: "Dr. Ryland has been treating her, and he is the only one who can calm her down a bit, but today she was entangled by the double-faced man, and something happened suddenly to Quinn, so this kind of thing happened. Flaw."

Harley Quinn's ward has arrived.

The guard hurriedly opened the door, several people rushed in, and then saw the guard lying on the ground whose life and death were unknown, and the clown who stood up carrying the hospital bed.

She was originally tied to the hospital bed by a restraint belt, but she didn't know what happened. Although the restraint belt still bound her firmly to the hospital bed, she carried the bed and stood up.

The guard who controlled her fell to the ground, still holding a syringe in his hand.There was blood on his forehead, and there was a lot of blood on the corner of Harry's bed.

It looked like she was about to take a sedative, and the clown girl, who was resisted, swung up the bed board and broke her head.

Allen grabbed a subordinate and ordered: "Go and see Rhodes." He pointed to the guard on the ground and said, "If you are still alive, send it to the infirmary for bandaging and treatment."

Among other things, Arkham has a strong medical resources.Not to mention the psychiatrists who specialize in treating lunatics, they also have quite advanced medical equipment, as well as a number of internal and external trauma experts.

After all, this place is special. Blast wounds, burns, gunshot wounds, and chopped wounds are all too common, so be prepared.

Simply, the person on the ground was still alive, and the guards raced against time to drag his colleague away for medical treatment.

The rest of the people entered, and the small ward was crowded with Harley Quinn, Brant Omir, a chief of guard and two guards.

Harley Quinn was still very excited, but the tranquilizer had been broken. She twisted her body, and then conjured a dagger out of nowhere, and cut off a bondage belt.

The right hand holding the knife was free, and soon half of the body was free. The guards who reacted rushed forward, and re-fixed Harley on the bed with their arms.

Omir saw the opportunity and pushed down the bed. Allen temporarily found a new pair of restraint belts, and finally regained control of Harley Quinn.

"Come and see her." Allen said to Brant.

Brandt nodded and walked over.

Harley Quinn was struggling and writhing with all her strength, calling Mr. J, and Brandt spread his palm and covered her forehead.

The tentacle of consciousness was activated, and the situation of Harley Quinn's brain appeared before Brant's eyes.

To be honest, he was a little surprised.

This is different from what he expected. Harley Quinn's thinking is indeed chaotic and crazy, but it is a completely different situation from the clown.

She's not someone who was driven mad by bad luck in Gotham, but a poor ghost who is in love and can't find a way out.

She fell in love with the clown, and in order to be with him forever, she could only drive herself crazy.

Brant saw those memories.

She showed her love to the clown, but was asked to jump into the chemical pool to prove her love. She floated in the chemicals, but the clown laughed wildly at her painful cries.

She was lucky enough to catch Batman, and dragging her bruised body to seek credit for the clown, but was severely beaten up by the enraged clown. The reason was that Batman was his toy alone, and anyone who wanted to get involved, All are enemies.

She was trapped in Arkham without seeing the light of day, but the clown who escaped from prison would rather hire a prostitute who was very similar to her to pretend to be her than break the prison for her. Oh, the clown also gave a reason.

"It will cost more to save you than to hire a whore, Harry, do you understand me?"

Although she killed the prostitute afterwards, she was indeed very sad at the time.

There are many such things, being used as bait, being thrown out of the window, abandoned, beaten... But Harley Quinn is still obsessed with her Mr. J, supporting him, following him, and loving him madly.

Brant didn't understand this kind of twisted love at all. He just felt that his head was stuffed with emotional waste and he had a terrible headache.

His father... so the scum is so clear?

Brant suddenly felt that facing Harley Quinn, he wasn't so upright anymore, instead he felt guilty...

Or make up for it?

Thinking of this, the tentacles of consciousness suddenly became gentle, gently combing the nerve nodules, smoothing the shadows and wrinkles, and even gently pinching and exploding the mental waste that belonged to the clown.

Roughness can be painful, but gentleness can be comforting.

It was so comfortable that Harley Quinn couldn't help but closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Brandt: "..."

Allen moved over lightly: "How is Quinn?"

Brant said honestly, "I slept soundly."

Allen: "...I asked about his mental state!"

"It's a lot better than I thought it would be," Brandt said.

"Can you cure him?" Allen's voice was louder for a moment, and then immediately lowered the volume under control: "Is that what you mean?"

Emmm...

Brandt struggled and said: "The root of all her madness is because she loves clowns. I can solve all her mental problems, but as long as she still loves clowns, she will definitely turn herself into Harley Quinn again. "

Allen frowned: "Is that unsolvable?"

Brandt considered the suggestion: "Maybe try to make her fall in love with someone else?"

Allen said, "Okay, there is no solution."

Getting Harley Quinn to fall in love with someone else is not much more difficult than making a clown a good citizen, and the matter fell into a stalemate for a while.

Fortunately, Harley Quinn is asleep, at least for now, she is safe. When Dr. Ryland breaks free and intervenes with Harley Quinn, the crisis will be resolved.

What's more, after Brandt sorted out her brain, Harley Quinn might not be so crazy anymore in the short term.

Of course, the premise is that as long as the clown doesn't act like a demon, don't provoke her anymore.

Several people stood guard outside the door, and when Dr. Ryland got rid of the double-faced man and hurried over, they reluctantly left the third floor in peace.

Back in the elevator room, the exhausted people couldn't help feeling a little downcast.After chatting for a while, Allen suddenly remembered something.

"When you have two days off, can you help me take a trip to Wayne Manor?"

Brandt wondered, "I still have a vacation?"

Allen said, "You're focusing on the wrong thing!"

Brant said, "Well, what do you want me to do?"

Allen said: "First came the Riddler, then Harley Quinn and they rioted collectively. Arkham's maintenance costs alone require a lot of money, so..."

Brandt thoughtfully continued: "So you need US dollars from your sponsors?"

"A patron of Batman, to be precise," Allen said.

Brandt said straightforwardly, "No problem, just give me the address."

Allen said "Oh" and added: "Mr. Wayne has a cooperation project with Stark Industries recently, and he has gone to New York ahead of schedule. If you are looking for Butler Alfred, remember to report my name."

Brant's mind was in a daze, and he grabbed Alan suddenly: "What did you say?"

Allen was also confused: "What what?"

Brandt spoke to Allen, but looked at Omer: "You mean New York? Looking for Stark?"

Brandt suddenly discovered that the fusion of the universe seemed to come much faster than he had imagined.