family history of mental illness

On the way back to the dean's office after leaving the clown's ward, Brandt couldn't help but ask, "What are you talking about with the clown?"

Omir didn't dare to tell the truth, so he had no choice but to talk about him: "It's nothing important, I just wanted to say it, the office is too gloomy, why don't we clean it up?"

Just as they were talking, the office arrived, and the two of them walked in, facing a wave of damp that hadn't seen the sun all year round. Indeed, it was time to tidy up.

but.

"Don't change the subject, what did you say?" Brant closed the office door, pushed Omir to sit on the armchair, supported the back of the chair with one hand, and leaned forward to stare at him: "Your state is not right... Well, it looks even more wrong now."

Help... help!

Being thumped by your sweetheart?Who can stand this!

The hot air exhaled by the other party sprayed on the cheeks, neck, and behind the ears, and Omer's entire face flushed red. He felt that if Brandt really wanted to extract a confession with this posture, he...he might not be able to hold on for 10 years. minute.

Brant frowned: "Are you uncomfortable? You seem to be very hot?"

A big cold hand touched Omir's forehead, which made him tremble.

Brant asked strangely: "You feel cold? But your forehead is very hot... Is it a fever?"

Omir took a deep breath, he felt that his judgment just now was wrong, he couldn't hold on for 10 minutes, he couldn't hold on for a second!

There was an unspeakable and inexplicable storm in his eyes, and he looked deeply into Brant's clear dark green pupils. He slightly opened his lips, and the words of love were about to be blurted out.

"Oh!"

The office door was slammed open.

"Dean! A new patient has been sent, and you need to sign for it... Ah! I'm sorry I didn't see anything, you guys continue!"

"Oh!"

The visitor finished speaking in one breath, and then the door was slammed shut again.

Brandt: "..."

Is this guard new here, so unruly?

What else is a sign for receipt, when he is a courier?

Brant stood up straight with a heartbeat, ending the slump of the chair.Omir was small, heaved a sigh of relief, and touched his hot face.

So... so good.

Got to... be saved.

In view of the fact that the new patients came, the former dean was autistic and didn't do anything, and most of them were received by the chief of guards, but since the dean changed, there should be a new look, so Allen sent a new guard , Go get Brant over here.

After a while, the guard came back sneakily and hurriedly, with a pitiful expression on his face.

Allen asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The guard said aggrievedly: "I'm finished."

Allen asked seriously, "Did you offend the clown?"

The guard was taken aback: "Sir, why did you curse me! How could I do such a terrible thing!"

Allen: "... Then tell me, what happened."

Then the guard said pitifully: "Am I going to lose my job? I saw the dean's in the dean's office..."

"What?" Allen asked.

"It's nothing." Brant just happened to rush over, preventing someone from ruining his reputation: "It's okay, it's a misunderstanding. Where's the new patient you mentioned? Let me take a look."

Allen frowned, he hated the feeling of eating half of the melon the most.

But the matter has come to this point, eating melons is destined to be impossible to eat, so Allen had to let the nervous guards back down, and brought Brant to the inquiry room for new patients.

It was a very young boy who looked no more than 18 years old at most, but his expression was fierce, and his eyes were full of fear and shivering, which seemed very contradictory.

The policeman who sent him explained his situation: "His parents reported the case, saying that he could never control his temper and beat them all the year round. Recently, he even used knives and guns. This time, he also shot with a shotgun. After piercing his father's leg, they couldn't take it anymore and sent him to prison."

Brandt said: "Since he was not taken into prison, but came to Arkham, it proves that there is something wrong with his mind."

The police officer said: "The psychiatrist who tested him confirmed that he had a tendency to distance violence. It was suspected that he had suffered from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder in childhood, and he did not receive timely treatment and relief."

Brandt said: "That is the problem of the brain. Mr. Police, please avoid it. I want to conduct a simple test treatment on the patient first."

The policeman asked strangely: "Treatment? Isn't it enough to take him into custody?"

"Of course not," Brandt said.

He walked towards the boy who was chained to the chair and kept shrinking back, and slowly supported his shoulder: "Arkham has a unique admission ceremony, which hasn't been held yet."

The police officer left in a daze, and Allen looked at him blankly: "We have an admission ceremony? Why didn't I know?"

"Now there is." Brandt controlled the tentacles of consciousness upward and deep, and quickly grasped the structure of his brain: "It is indeed the damage of the brain, but his problem is much simpler, it is just that the neurotransmitter has occurred Disorder, believe me, will be resolved in no time."

Allen asked hesitantly, "Soon...how fast?"

Then I saw Brandt standing up straight and retreating to his side: "It's done."

Allen: "...?"

The boy looked at them blankly, and Allen said incredulously, "Solved? 5 minutes... No, maybe 3 minutes?"

Brandt took it for granted: "As I said, his problem is very simple? It's just that the obsessive-compulsive disorder in childhood was not well taught to alleviate, and coupled with the influence of Gotham's atmosphere when he grew up, it produced violence. Tendency. As long as the root cause of the obsessive-compulsive disorder is eliminated, he can accept new rules and habits and teach them. Although it is not easy to become an ordinary sunny and cheerful boy, it is still no problem to become calm and rational."

Allen looked like he had discovered the New World.

Brandt glanced at Omir, and Omir pushed the door knowingly, and called the policeman back.

On the way here, Omirkop may have explained something he couldn't understand, and he was still confused when he came in.

"You mean, his spirit is alright?" the policeman asked in a daze.

Brandt said: "Yes, he can be transferred to a regular prison. Arkham is not suitable for him now. You can also explain the current situation to his parents. I think they would prefer Withdraw the case, take him home and keep him under control."

The boy who hadn't spoken all this time heard this and said excitedly, "Can I go home now?"

Brant said, "If your parents still want to control you."

After seeing off the miraculous police officer and the anxious boy, Brandt ushered in the busiest period of his life.

Ever since Allen learned of Brant's hundred ways of using it, he strongly urged him to rectify Arkham's personnel structure and kick out all those who can be kicked out.

As the dean, Brant couldn't think of any reason to refuse other than agreeing.

So on the second day after becoming the dean, he started from the second floor to carry out long-term and effective psychiatric screening and treatment.

Wayne Group re-injected funds and dispatched special personnel to supervise the reconstruction of the defense system, and Allen went to dock.

Brandt asked Omer, who knew the most about mental tentacles, to act as his temporary assistant, and he also found the light bulb guard who had slammed into the door before, as a guide, and began a hard life of a workaholic.

The first floor of Arkham is the office area, and the second floor is the patients.

The clown occupies the fourth floor exclusively, the dangerous elements are all on the third floor, and the second floor is basically all ordinary criminals with mental problems.

Of course, in the big environment of Gotham, the meaning of ordinary is also different from other cities.

"Raymond Kenneth." The policeman, far away from Brandt and Omer, flipped through the file and confirmed: "Three bars were attacked indiscriminately, 12 men and 3 women were injured, no death toll, diagnosis The result is paranoia."

Brandy nodded: "I see."

Five minutes later, he said, "Next."

"Bradrick Bill." The policeman continued to flip through the file: "The arsonist set fire twice, one died and three were injured. He said he had a split personality."

Brandt said, "Okay." Fifteen minutes later: "Next."

……

The cleaning activities were carried out in an orderly manner, and after spending half a month, Brant finally emptied the entire second floor.

In another half a month, among the dangerous elements on the third floor, those who committed crimes due to brain defects were also cured of their brains one after another, and sent to corresponding prisons for normal people.

Only a dozen or so diehards who needed long-term treatment were left.

Either they are narcissists who are extremely conceited like the Riddler, who thinks that he is the only one who is the smartest in the world, has an excellent brain but does things sincerely.

Or it is like the two-faced man who suffered great changes and actively sealed the rational faction who devoted himself to evil and knew the law and broke the law.

Even Harley Quinn returned to normal because of the simple "one-click cut" that took away the clown's thinking pollution.

The night Harley was sent away, Brandt broke the news to the Joker.

The clown had a strange expression. He was laughing, but he was neither crazy nor evil. He wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, pointed at Brant who couldn't help laughing, then turned to face the wall and waved his hand away. There are guests.

Brandt was very puzzled by this, but Omer guessed the reason.

"He might want to call you cheating." Omir said hesitantly, "You have ruined his fun."

Whenever there are new patients, they will be treated by Brant. Some confirmed refractory patients will be thrown into Arkham, but most of them will be cured quickly and then sent back to a serious prison.

Arkham has become an empty city, with less than [-] empty-nest "old people" left.

Finally, three months after Brandt became the dean, a shocking event broke out in Arkham.

The clown was healed.

The citizens of Gotham couldn't believe it, who is that, that is a clown who is either doing trouble or planning to do trouble 365 days a year!

How could he be cured?

But the fact is that after Batman heard the news, he came to Arkham in person and stayed alone with the Joker for more than half an hour. He didn't know what they said, but the next day, he was transferred into a regular prison.

The citizens of Gotham look magical.

The criminals in Gotham looked disillusioned.

Perhaps it was stimulated, and the few remaining nail households in Arkham also cooperated with the treatment one after another, got the label of cure, and went to their respective prisons. This insane asylum that had been established for decades was finally completely empty.

Another month later, the clown escaped from prison again, but this time, the citizens of Gotham who were in constant panic did not wait for the laughing lunatic.

Everything is quiet.

By the way, the clown was cured, so not crazy.

Not a crazy clown, why did you escape from prison?

"You must know something," Omer said. "I know the tentacle of consciousness can see."

Brandt acquiesces to this: "Batman should know too."

Omir was taken aback.

Brandt said: "It's just my guess. No one knows what they talked about, right? Well, let's not talk about them. Why did you call me out today?"

Omir blushed, coughed twice, took a few breaths, and said, "Don't worry, you'll know when the meeting comes."

Brant was led into a house in a daze. It was engraved with "Morgan House". It was a small house they bought recently. It was not expensive, but it was warm and belonged to their home.

The house has never been lived in, and Omir said that it needs to be renovated and cleaned first, so it has been delayed until today.

Saying so...

"Is the house finally liveable? That's a real surprise."

Omir didn't speak.

As the sky darkened, Omir opened the door, but did not turn on the light. They walked into the kitchen, and then saw the carefully prepared scene.

Brant snorted, "Candlelight dinner?"

Omer laughed too.

Brant sat on the chair and couldn't help laughing: "But why did you eat fruit tart biscuits for your candlelight dinner?"

"It's different, fruit tarts are different for us," Omir said sternly.

In Omir's eyes, there was unprecedented seriousness and determination.

Averting his gaze, Brant picked up a biscuit and stuffed it whole into his mouth.

"good to eat."

He lowered his eyes and muttered, but he had already faintly realized something in his heart.

After an overly quiet dinner, he was pushed to the bedroom by Omir.

Omir exhaled nervously.

Brandt had no choice but to say, "This is my room?"

Omir clutched his trouser legs and said, "I hope this is our room."

Brant sighed, pushed open the door, and then took a step back in shock from the mess all over the floor: "What is this?"

The ground was blood red, and the air was filled with a burning smell. Omir hurriedly turned on the light, and they could see the situation in the bedroom clearly.

The dense red candles burned to the end, and the ground was covered with red wax oil. At first glance, it seemed to be in a sea of ​​blood.

Brandt looked at Omer expressionlessly.

Omir was so anxious that he was about to cry: "I didn't expect them to burn so fast, I originally wanted to..." Confession...

"I promise." Brant interrupted the other party's explanation, and his low laughter slowly turned into a big laugh. He leaned on Omir and bent over with a smile: "I promise you."

Omir said in a daze, "You look a bit like a clown when you smile like this."

Brandt rushed forward and kissed his lips: "Don't spoil the fun, Omer."

On the red bed sheet, two figures embrace each other tightly. One is tall and handsome, the other is handsome and thin. They come from the same origin, but they are different from each other. They are different from each other, but they fit in with each other.

……

The chirping of sparrows was more disturbing than the alarm clock. Brant rubbed his temples and slowly opened his eyes.

Wait a moment.

Something seems wrong?

He lifted the quilt a little, looked at himself naked, and then at Omir, who was also naked beside him, his brain began to froze.

Omir also woke up. He sighed in satisfaction, and kissed Brant's lips with a smile: "Good morning kiss."

Brant sat up abruptly, before he even had time to comfort his sore waist and aching back, he asked in disbelief, "What's going on, we fell asleep? Have sex after drinking? Did you take drugs? Wrong sleep people?"

Omir: "..."

Brant clutched the quilt, genuinely confused, not like a joke at all.

Omir suddenly thought of something. He looked at the small bedroom, then at the wax that had solidified like blood on the floor, and said in a broken voice, "Why are you suffering from memory impairment now!"

That's right, the small space was covered with blood, and the stimulus was successfully triggered. Brandt once again lost his memory, completely forgetting what happened last night.

Omir was so pitted that he almost vomited blood.

But what else?

The person you like, you have to chase after him even on your knees.

……

Three years later, Brandt and Omir, who had long been lovers, were walking on the street, and the video of the current mayor's succession was playing on the big screen in the shopping mall.

Omir looked at the screen and said in surprise, "Brant, look at that man...does he look like your father!"

Although the scar at the corner of the mouth is no longer hideous, but if you look carefully, you can still see traces of surgical sutures. His hair has been dyed black, and his pitch-white complexion has also turned into ordinary paleness. He doesn't know what the clown has experienced, but he Pretty sure it was the Joker.

But the Gotham people around him, as if they were blind, only recognized him as Councilor Napier, oh, and now the Mayor of Napier.

The mayor's righteous speech will lead the citizens to welcome a new beautiful Gotham full of happiness and order. Everyone cheers and supports him, which makes Omir feel very absurd.

Brandt didn't respond to him.

The citizens of Gotham have always been forgetful, and he has long known this.

A car stopped in front of them, the door opened, and a face very similar to his appeared in front of his eyes.

"Long time no see." Brandt said to him.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The man slowly grinned, showing a familiar clown smile: "My son."

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Remember to read carefully when you write, there is a winning message in the back

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You are healthy!The author who is in charge of Fried Chicken wrote Meat Duck!Meat!You should be satisfied now

Readers: Get some meat, get lost

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Brant: Your head is so hot. Do you have a fever?

Omer: No, it was a fit of anger.

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Let me tell you a secret, Brant is both a cheater and a cheater, a red chicken hhhh

I’ve been thinking about this breakpoint that Brant forgets about Omir when he’s asleep. Why is it set like this?Because I want to see the readers get angry and act like I can't help it hahh

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Regarding the ending of the clown, I had already thought about it a month or so ago. No matter what step he took or what class he looked like, he couldn't erase the madness in his heart.Becoming a politician, facing the sun, and having a dark heart, maybe he will use these madness in other places in the future, maybe not, that is another story, stop here, I am quite satisfied.

So, the text is over!A large number of episodes are being prepared, spread the flowers!