family history of mental illness

Peter really came to find Jason, and he came very fast.

He didn't even wait until the next morning, and he came to Gotham overnight.

Jason, who received Peter's call, didn't even have time to change his clothes. He put on a black jacket and rushed over in a hurry.

Then, outside a bar in Gotham, I saw a certain little one squatting on the ground and curled up in a ball.

It looks pathetic.

"Peter!" Jason called him from a distance.

A certain Xiaoceng raised his head suddenly, and the lights of the night scene illuminated his face in various colors, surrounded by an awkward existence like Jason who always had a straight face, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It still looks a little cute.

Jason ran over with a smile, and finally looked like a teenager.

Peter patted his pants to stand up, and trotted over to meet him.

Jason said dissatisfied: "Why did you come here at this time, didn't I tell you that Gotham at night is very dangerous!"

Although it was said, Peter was not angry at all.He knew Jason was concerned about him, so he laughed instead.

"Hey, I can't wait. I made an agreement with Aunt Mei. I will come to play with you this week, and I won't go home until Christmas is coming. And you don't have to worry about me. Although I look weak, I never Mr. Stark measured the arm strength, and now it has reached 17 tons, you can't beat me."

Jason glanced at him: "You are the best, okay."

Peter still smiled: "So, don't worry about me. So where is the first stop of my seven-day tour of Gotham, tour guide Todd?"

Jason touched his chin and said after a long time, "My family?"

Peter put his arms around his shoulders and bent over with a smile: "Haha, Jason, this is too cheap!"

Jason snorted softly, raised the corners of his mouth almost invisible, and stretched out his arms to wrap Peter's shoulders.

While you were joking and laughing at each other, the two teenagers, one tall and strong and the other thin, disappeared into the night with their shoulders crossed.

……

The life of teenagers will always be more carefree than that of adults, even in Gotham, even if the object is a dangerous person like Jason who is in the second-year rebellious period.

Because in contrast, Brandt at this time is standing at the crossroads of fate with difficulty, in a dilemma.

He looked at Captain Allen in disbelief, and said, "Sorry, I might not have heard you clearly just now, please say it again?"

Allen nodded, and really said it again: "Arkham, including the patron, unanimously approved to send you to be the new director of Arkham Asylum."

"Let me take it easy." Brandt held Omer tightly to support the injustice imposed on him by fate: "But why?"

Allen's panacea said: "Because you are the most suitable person."

Brant didn't believe his nonsense: "Where am I suitable? I just took half a month's leave after working for a few days? Or is it the medical certificate that I haven't passed yet? Or my special relationship with the senior patient clown Wait, what do you mean?" Brandt looked at Allen who suddenly looked away, as if realizing something: "Because of the clown?"

Allen coughed twice and gave him ideological work: "That's right, although there are many senior psychiatrists in the lunatic asylum, none of them are qualified to become the dean, and I am more inclined to work as the chief of guards, so After thinking about it, you are the only one who is more suitable. And this time, you are only asked to act as the dean for a period of time. When you find a suitable person, you can replace him at any time."

Believe in your ghost.

Brant said coolly, "Is it a clown?"

Allen closed his mouth guilty.

Brant said, "What did he say?"

Allen sighed: "When you were the dean, he didn't escape from prison."

Brandt said in disbelief, "Do you believe the clown's nonsense?"

Allen had no choice but to say: "It's not a question of belief or not, but Gotham should really be stable for a while. The former dean swallowed most of the Wayne Group's sponsorship funds, which made Arkham look impenetrable, but in fact it was It’s just a bad predicament. Although it is starting to be rebuilt, this period of time can be said to be the most vulnerable time for Arkham. If there is even a slight chance for the clown to stabilize, we all have to try.”

Brant was silent for a long time, and just as Allen began to prepare the manuscript for the next round of persuasion, he suddenly said, "How is the dean's treatment?"

"...What?" Allen didn't react for a while.

Brant gave a "tsk" and said bluntly, "Salary."

Allen: "..."

Allen reported a figure that was five times higher than the salary of an Arkham psychiatrist, and Brandt's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "Okay, I agree."

Allen: "...Oh."

So what did he persuade him to do in the first place?

Wouldn't it be over just to say that the salary is over?

Allen felt cheated and left in a bad mood, while the freshly baked Dean Morgan, sitting in the gloomy office of the former dean, gave the first order...

"Omer, come with me to see the clown."

Omir was taken aback for a moment, and then asked shyly, "See...meet the parents?"

Brant frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about!" He said: "You used to be my personality. Although the clown is a bit worse, you can still be considered half of your father anyway. Shouldn't you go and visit?"

Omir murmured softly, "Father-in-law is also half a father."

Brandt didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing." Omir sighed tiredly, and urged, "Let's go."

After half a month, they finally saw the clown again.

Even if they are trapped in a small ward, there is a danger that they can make wind and rain, and drive two people crazy.

When Brant went, the clown was sitting at the table playing poker.

He rested his chin in one hand, and didn't even look at the door, as if he had eyes on the top of his head, he guessed the identity of the person coming.

"My dear son." He said with a smile, "What are you doing to poor old father?"

Brant sat next to him: "What bad idea are you thinking?"

The clown put away the messy poker table, and suddenly said, "Why don't we play joke cards? If you win, I'll tell you what I'm thinking."

Omir came in last and closed the door behind him.The guard outside locked the door tremblingly, and this small ward was full of three big men.

There were not so many chairs, so Omir sat on the bed and asked, "What if you win?"

The clown said: "The little bat must come and stay with me, or I will go find him."

Omer said, "You said that Brant accepted the dean's position, and you would not escape again."

The clown said innocently: "But he lost. Also, I wanted to ask just now." He looked at Brant: "Who is this guy? Why is he so ungrateful that he came here to disturb his parent-child time? nah?"

Omir choked without winking, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

It was Brandt who said, "Didn't I see it when I was in Miami?"

The clown pretended to recall: "Oh, that stupid big guy who got in the way."

Stupid guy: "..."

Brandt said, "Omer is actually me..."

"Forget it, Brant." Omer interrupted him: "Let's not talk about that."

He didn't want to exist as Brant's former personality, and he didn't want to be introduced to Brant's father like this. If possible, he wanted to use another, more intimate identity...

"Why don't you say it?" This aroused the clown's curiosity: "What's yours?" He guessed enthusiastically: "Could it be..."

Brandt and Omer looked at him together.

The clown asked in surprise, "Could it be your girlfriend?"

Omer: "!"

Although...although it's not quite right, but...but it's okay to understand it this way.

Omir quietly looked away.

Brandt: "..."

He no longer expected the Joker to speak seriously.

But: "Omir, why is your face so red?"

After a while of flying around, they finally drew a wild card.

After half an hour of playing casually and facing a formidable enemy, Brandt threw out the last two identical cards in his hand, and leaned back in his chair, heaving a sigh of relief.

"I won." Brandt said pointedly.

"Oh." The clown responded casually, "I know."

Brant said, "Then as agreed, you should tell me."

The clown said, "What do you want to know?"

Brandt said: "As we agreed, what kind of bad idea did you just have?"

The clown nodded his chin and recalled: "At that time... oh!" He suddenly realized: "I remembered, I was thinking of eating Buffalo spicy chicken wings for dinner, yellow and fragrant spicy chicken wings, the clown hasn't eaten for a long time , a good son will satisfy father, right?"

Brandt: "..."

Believe one more clown's nonsense, and I'll change my name to Napier!

The clown slapped the table and laughed so hard that he almost fell off the chair.

Maybe teasing my son is really fun, just a little bit worse than playing with a little bat, and it makes him addicted.

Brant took a deep breath, glanced at the clown, and left angrily, forgetting even Omir.

Omir didn't even chase him, instead he stood up from the bed, tentatively approached the clown, and sat on Brant's seat.

As suddenly as a big laugh, the clown's laughter stopped abruptly.

He looked at Omir gloomily, and asked, "What boring things do you want to say to the clown again?"

Omir swallowed, and said coyly: "I just want to say that your guess about my identity just now is not too wrong."

The clown widened his eyes pretending to be surprised, and looked at him closer: "It looks like a big fool, but is it actually a woman?"

Omer: "...No, I mean, I'm after Brant."

The clown gave an exaggerated "Oh": "Want to be his girlfriend?"

Omir sighed: "Maybe, boyfriend?"

The clown said dissatisfied, "Girlfriend."

Omir said stubbornly, "Is it a boyfriend?"

Clown: "The boyfriend down there."

This was a very knowledgable speech, which made Omir blush for a moment, but he still followed his heart and said, "Probably the boyfriend from above?"

The clown frowned dissatisfied.

Suddenly, the door of the ward was opened again, and Brandt finally remembered that he had left him with the clown.

"Omir, let's go." He greeted.

Omir stood up obediently, not at all like the annoying person who emphasized his status just now.

The clown looked at his precious son who was about to suffer a big loss without knowing it, and finally shouldered the responsibility of being an old father.

He opened his mouth wide open towards the two people at the door.

"Brant, Dad won't allow it."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Brant looked at the clown in a daze, then walked out without thinking while pulling Omir's head, and closed the door.

"..."

The clown listened to the sound of locking the door, his fatherly heart was cruelly and completely hurt.

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