family history of mental illness

If the world with Arkham has merged with the world with Stark, then the problem of Omir's rejection will be solved at once.

"We have to go to Seattle," Brant said.

Allen said, "Seattle? That's not close. Do you want to ask for leave? What about Wayne?"

Brandt said: "I can go to the dean to ask for funds first, and then go to Seattle. I have important things and I have to leave immediately. What is the process for asking for leave? Can I just ask the dean directly?"

Brandt spoke quickly and anxiously, as if he couldn't wait any longer. Alan couldn't help it, so he had to lead him to the dean's office.

Knocking on the door of the office, the dean is still nestling behind the desk, holding his pocket watch and talking to himself.

This time they stayed a little longer, and Brant looked around.

This is a large office, but the curtains inside are closed, the floor tiles are pitch-black, the walls are covered with dark wallpapers, and even the furnishings are in darker tones, giving people a sense of oppression and cramped discomfort.

Allen talked three or four times about Rand asking for leave, and the dean finally slowly pulled himself out of his pocket watch and looked at them.

"Alan, this is...?"

The dean's voice was hoarse and rough, and he asked the tall Nordic man behind Brant.

Allen said, "Brant's friend."

The dean nodded, noncommittal, and turned to look at Brandt: "You are looking for me?"

"I'd like to take a long vacation and go to Seattle, and I'd like to go now if I can," Brandt said.

The dean looked Brant up and down, and in those indifferent and numb blue eyes, he could vaguely see some kindness and wisdom from the past.

He didn't say whether it was possible, but said firmly: "You must have never been out to work before."

In this case, Brant was not convinced: "Wrong, I even went to an amusement park to work part-time a few days ago."

The dean nodded, but said: "Then you must not have been paid."

Brant choked, and asked curiously, "How do you know?"

The dean sighed: "On the third day of employment, I will take a long vacation, and the return date is uncertain. It doesn't look like someone who has worked."

The dean seemed to be in good condition today. He carefully put the pocket watch into the inner pocket of his jacket, touched a pair of glasses from the table to put them on, and looked at the new employee of Arkham seriously.

"I agree to the leave."

The dean said: "But about the funding, Alan should have mentioned it to you, right?"

Brant said: "Before I leave, I will make a trip to Wayne Manor." But he always had a question: "Why don't you make a call, isn't it much more convenient and quicker than my trip?"

The dean looked at him and just said, "I don't have a phone."

Brant said, "But..."

"No, but." The dean tore off a note, wrote a series of numbers, and printed a seal on it, and then handed it over: "Just let Mr. Wayne knock down this card."

The dean said as he took out his pocket watch again, as if he was seeing off the guests.

Brant took the note and walked out of the office, still full of doubts?

Allen closed the door for the dean, looked back at him, and asked involuntarily, "What are you thinking?"

Brandt shook the sticky note in his hand: "This is a bit strange."

Allen sighed: "It's nothing strange. The dean was lured away by a phone call at the beginning, and the mad dog had the opportunity to kill his wife and daughter. He has always blamed himself and began to hate the phone that lured him away. Every time we The last time I applied for funding, I sent people there, and this time I caught up with you leaving, which saved me an extra trip."

It turned out to be the case.

But Brant still felt a little strange: "The dean is... in a good mood today?"

Allen knew what Brandt was talking about because he felt the same way himself: "I don't know, but it doesn't feel like a normal guy."

Brandt also said: "The mental state is also different. There is no feeling of being too dark and closed. He looks like an ordinary person who is slightly depressed and pessimistic."

His expression was a bit incredible: "He even joked with me."

It was only after Omir heard this that he realized that according to what they meant, the gloomy old man in the office was already in a state of being suspicious.

So what does he usually do?

Brandt and Allen didn't figure out why, so they had to attribute it to Dean Arkham's particularly good mood today, and then skip this matter.

Brant came with empty hands, and he also left with empty hands. He had nothing to pack, so he took only Omir with him, and walked out of the gate of the castle lightly.

Allen opened the door for him, and after sending him out, he closed and locked the door again. Only then did Brant finally see what the outside of this madhouse looked like.

Arkham was built on a low peak.

The mountain was artificially flattened, and this huge castle was built about ten meters above the ground.

Outside the gate of the castle, there is also a long staircase winding straight to the ground.

The two walked along the stairs to the end, and the guards on duty opened the heavy iron fence to let them go.

After walking a long distance, Brant looked back with a feeling in his heart, and the whole picture of this huge and gloomy castle was displayed in his eyes.

"It's spectacular." The bumpkin Brant said with emotion.

"This is the most gorgeous place I've ever seen."

The bumpkin Omir agreed.

Then the two bumpkins hailed a taxi with the little money left, and drove all the way to Wayne Manor.

Nearly 500 acres of land, flat lawns that can't be seen at a glance, huge Gothic buildings, exquisite carvings and murals...

Following behind the well-dressed butler, Brant looked at the exquisite internal structure of the huge manor in amazement, and was amazed.

"It's spectacular." The bumpkin Brant sighed again.

"This is the most gorgeous place I've ever seen."

The bumpkin Omir also echoed again.

Alfred, who was walking in front, said: "Four generations of Wayne have lived here, and what you see now is what Master Bruce rebuilt 16 years ago."

"Rebuild?" Brant asked. "Is it aging?"

Alfred said: "It's a pity that it collapsed. Someone attacked the manor and blew up the buildings with more historical characteristics. Although the master tried his best to restore it, it still lacks some of the original flavor."

"That's such a shame," Brandt said.

"Here, gentlemen." They turned a corner and came to a hall. Alfred led them into the sofa and brought two cups of black tea: "I want to call the master to briefly explain the situation. The gentlemen may have some tea first."

As he spoke, he left the living room and called the master.

The phone was connected, and on the other end of the receiver, there was Bruce's surprised voice.

"Ah Fu?!"

The hoarse and deep voice can be heard from a voice changer.

Alfred said, "You look surprised?"

Bruce's voice was urgent: "Where are you? Have you come here too?"

Alfred's voice was clear and calm: "It seems that you are in trouble again."

Of course there was trouble.

Hunting down the Riddler in Gotham, but I didn't know what key point was poked, and I traveled through time and space all of a sudden, and came to a completely strange universe without Gotham and without my own existence.

This can be considered a big trouble.

Batman is not afraid of trouble, but he is afraid that Gotham without him will be chaotic, that Inspector Gordon will encounter unsolvable problems, and he is even more afraid of Tim and Alfred, the two most important to him who are still in Gotham. people will be attacked by criminals in retaliation.

The matter of Jason really can't happen again.

Bruce really, couldn't take another blow like this.

Therefore, when he received a call from that familiar number, he was both pleasantly surprised and doubtful.

However, after hearing Ah Fu's voice to confirm that everything is safe, these doubts naturally disappeared.

Alfred didn't know that his master had thought so much, he answered Bruce's previous question: "I didn't go anywhere, I was entertaining two guests at Wayne Manor."

Bruce also calmed down: "What guest?"

Alfred said: "A psychiatrist in Arkham came to apply for funding from you with a letter from the dean of Arkham."

He joked narrowly: "After all, everyone knows that you are the patron of the famous Batman."

Bruce asked, "What happened to Arkham?"

Alfred said: "It seems that the Riddler escaped from prison again, and Harley Quinn organized a riot, and many places were blown up."

Bruce immediately frowned at the butler's words.

He asked, "The Riddler? Breaking out again? I remember I disappeared without catching him?"

Alfred said: "What are you talking about? Master Tim helped you send the Riddler back to Arkham, and you didn't disappear, you just left early and went to New York to attend a cooperation meeting with Stark Industries. "

Bruce frowned even tighter: "What are you talking about?"

The two finally realized the chicken and duck talk between them.

Bruce took a deep breath, and told his butler what happened to him these days, and after learning the information from Ah Fu, he had a guess about the fusion of the universe.

Bruce said, "You're the one I trust the most, Alfred."

"Yes, I also trust you unconditionally, master." Ah Fu sighed: "Don't worry, judging from the current state, you don't need to live in Arkham."

"I'm not crazy," Bruce said.

Alfred laughed: "Of course I know, it's just a joke."

Bruce said: "Since in your memory, I'm going to New York, so I'll go there to have a look. As for Arkham's maintenance funds, I remember that you have emergency management rights for funds below [-] million?"

Alfred said, "You remember correctly."

Bruce said: "Very well, you deal with them, after that, let's discuss the difference between each other's memory points."

"Okay, sir."

Alfred agreed, then hung up the phone.

He returned to the living room and promised to put the maintenance funds into the card before tonight.

After hearing this, Brant thanked him and hurried away with Omir.

Only 5 minutes later, Alfred, who was packing the tea sets, welcomed the two gentlemen who had gone back and forth.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Alfred asked gracefully.

Brant coughed twice: "Well, we're going to Seattle."

Alfred nodded, indicating that he was listening.

Brandt continued with difficulty: "And now we are penniless."

Alfred: "Pfft."

Brandt said sharply, "You laughed, right!"

Alfred said with a straight face: "You heard me wrong, how can I laugh at the two gentlemen who are in trouble?" The housekeeper said considerately: "I still have some change here, although it is not much, but it should be able to afford you travel expenses."

Brant said gratefully: "Thank you, I will return it to you in the future."

Then the poor Brant watched the elderly butler take out a bank card from the pocket of his suit pants.

"There is less than 10 yuan in it. If it is not enough, I will go upstairs to get another card?"

Alfred asked worriedly.

"enough."

Brandt said with a complicated face.

Change for 10 yuan...?

Poverty really limited his imagination this time.

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Brant: Poverty, be with me!

Bat Dad: Oh.

Iron daddy: Oh.

Mrs. Colin: Oh.

Butler Afu: Oh.

The ugly dad who robbed the bank: Oh.