family history of mental illness

In their third year together, Brant and Omer suddenly developed a nurturing interest and decided to adopt a boy.

A sane boy without any mental illness.

There are too many mental illnesses around Brant, and he really doesn't want his children to become his own patients.

After the two of them agreed, they planned to go to the orphanage to see if there were any suitable candidates.

On the day of departure, the clown didn't know where he got the news, so he followed him with a stern face.Rao Brant repeatedly said that it is enough for the two of them to go, after all, that is their child to be adopted, and the clown just said calmly that his grandson also has the right to vote.

The case was solved, this is his career as a politician in the past few years, and the election was stupid.

The couple turned into a threesome, and soon, they came to one of the most formal orphanages in Gotham.

A piece of radish head looked up at them, with a particularly obvious expression of shyness and anticipation.

Brant and Omer were surrounded by carrot heads, and their hearts were about to melt.

But the clown walked out of the children's circle with his hands behind his back, and after a while he picked up a little dirty boy from somewhere, and said with a smile, "What do you guys think of this one?"

The little dirty boy looked only five or six years old. He was hanging in the air by the collar on the back of his neck. He moved his limbs like a little turtle, but he couldn't get rid of that annoying guy at all, and couldn't help cursing angrily.

The dean of the orphanage said with some difficulty: "Mr. Mayor, why did you bring him out?"

Brant leaned over curiously: "What's wrong with him?"

Then the dean said with a headache: "He is the child of Victor Fries."

Brant said in surprise, "Freeze Man?"

This was a fairly familiar name, and Brandt almost instantly thought of his other identity, Freeze Man.

He knew that it was four or five years ago, when a high-profile criminal in Gotham City even wanted to freeze the entire city more than once, but what he didn't know was that Freeze had such a young child.

The dean asked the children to play by themselves first, and led the group into the office before talking about the past.

Freezing Man's wife suffers from a serious degenerative disease, which is why he had the idea of ​​freezing his wife to keep her alive.

He still failed in the end, but at that time, he already had a child.

"He didn't raise this child?" Brandt had already realized something.

The dean sighed: "Frozen Man really loves his wife very much. He gave all his love to his wife, so he doesn't have so much love for this child. He is busy resurrecting his wife and taking revenge on Batman." , where is the time to take care of him?"

Brant said, "So, he dropped the kid in orphanage?"

The dean looked at the boy who was trying to shrink himself into the corner, and nodded: "I will never forget that day, the man who covered himself in the protective suit, hugged the baby with chapped lips, and stuffed him without hesitation. Into my arms. Later, Freeze Man was arrested, and the children here knew whose son he was, and no one wanted to play with him anymore. Gradually, he became withdrawn and became what he is now. "

Brandt also looked at the boy: "What's his name?"

"Michelle," said the Dean.

Omer said: "Michelle Fries?"

Brandt said, "Don't you think Michelle Morgan sounds better?"

Omir looked at him: "Do you want to adopt him?"

Brandt has not yet made up his mind: "No, I just have an idea, I'm not sure yet." He said to the dean: "Can I think about it for a few days?"

The dean said: "Of course, you can think about it slowly."

On the way out of the orphanage, Brandt suddenly asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Although no name was named, everyone knew that he was talking about the clown.

The clown snorted and didn't speak.

Brandt said: "You let us see that kid on purpose? You want us to adopt him? Why, because it's the kid of your former cellmate?"

The clown looked at Brant in surprise, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Through the inside rearview mirror, he can still see his innocent expression: "I just think that group of little things are too boring, only that one is still fun."

Brant rolled his eyes and reminded him: "Pay attention to your identity, Mr. Mayor, who is not a criminal."

The clown shrugged: "I'm just an old father who cares about his son."

The driver Omir, who was silent all the way, frowned and said suddenly, "Did you feel anything?"

Brant asked, "Feel what?"

Omir controlled the steering wheel, parked the car on the side of the road with difficulty, and took two heavy breaths: "I feel sleepy, heavy, and I really want to sleep..."

As he spoke, his head gradually lowered, touching the steering wheel, and fell into a deep sleep.

At the same time, Joker and Brant also felt the heavy sleepiness.

The clown only had time to flick the blade and poke it into his thigh fiercely. Before he could make another move, he and Brant fell into a dream.

In the drowsiness, there was a white mist in front of his eyes.Brant clearly knew that this was a dream, but he couldn't control himself from waking up.

This state lasted for a long time, maybe an hour, or a day, he finally regained control of his body, opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up.

Then something amazing was discovered.

He stared at his outstretched palm, and swallowed hard.

he looks like……

got smaller? !

……

I don't know the reason at all, but the reality is that all three of them have become smaller.

Three little Doudings in their teens, wearing oversized clothes, sat in the car and looked at each other, feeling a sense of absurdity in their hearts.

There was a deathly silence in the car. Suddenly, low laughter rang out, which quickly turned into an uncontrollable laugh. The shrunken clown laughed and lay down on the rear seat.

Brant hesitated and said, "So, are you sick again?"

He knelt on the co-pilot, hugged the back of the car and looked back.

Not to mention, the white, tender, soft and cute little clown, even if he is laughing wildly, can't stop the cuteness emanating from him.

Clown...cute?

Brant couldn't help shivering greatly, frozen by his own thoughts.

Omir said in a childish voice, "Shall we...drive home now?"

Brandt poured cold water on him not very optimistic: "I just called, and all the numbers are empty, and I also checked the address of my home on the Internet. Where is a newly built small park? I'm afraid it's another problem of parallel universes. .”

Omir frowned: "Then what should we do next?"

The clown sat up on the car seat, panting heavily, and gave a suggestion: "Go to the shopping district and buy clothes. The clown can't be so impolite in his clothes."

The clown's speech made sense. Wearing this oversized clothes would make it inconvenient to move around. It's better to change them out as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Omir turned on the ignition again and grabbed the steering wheel.

The engine roared, but the car stayed firmly in place and did not leave.

Brant asked strangely: "What's the matter, Omer? Why don't you drive?"

Omir turned his head to look at him, and said with difficulty: "I... am too short. Look, I can't see the road ahead."

Ten-year-old Xiaodouding tried his best to sit up straight, but only half of his forehead could be exposed. There was no other way. Brandt took off his clothes and pants, folded them into a square, and patted them firmly, and put them on Omir's buttocks. Underneath, it miraculously worked.

In the same way, the coats of Omer and the clown were confiscated, so that Omer's head could finally be exposed from the front glass.

"Drive, drive!" The knife wound on the clown's thigh was still bleeding. As if he couldn't feel the pain, he grabbed the seat excitedly and leaned forward.

With the roar of the engine, the car rushed forward, rushed into the road, and drove out crookedly.

Fortunately, they didn't meet the police along the way. They drove into the urban area and the business district smoothly.

There are also various clothing stores on the street. Omir parked the car in a place where parking is allowed, cleaned up the fire neatly, and then wore a T-shirt that can be used as a skirt and shorts that can be used as trousers to cover up He got out of the car secretly.

Followed by Brant, who was also secretive, and then the limping clown, the three little bean dices ran into a children's clothing store at the fastest speed, and bought three sets of ready-made clothes.

Funded by the old father, Omer put on a fitted hoodie and jeans, Brant in a pink T-shirt and overalls, and Mr Napier himself...

He immediately took a fancy to a small suit placed in the most conspicuous place in the hall.

It was a small green suit with exquisite workmanship, lined with a bright purple long-sleeved shirt, and even the shoes were well-matched purple leather boots.

Needless to say, this deeply touched his heart.

This suit perfectly fits the clown's idea of ​​aesthetics!

Thinking of this, he took out the money without hesitation, and bought this expensive children's suit that was three times more expensive than the two sets on his son and son-in-law.

Brant didn't know what expression to put on, so he could only make a joke: "Jack, your aesthetic is still incomprehensible as always."

In this case, it is not appropriate to call him Dad, so Brant saw his name.Although in the past few years, he hasn't called dad a few times.

The clown snorted, swiped his card neatly, and changed into his clothes.

But at this time, the pretty salesperson said something completely different from Brant.

"Oh, this dress suits you so well! Several children insisted on asking their parents to buy it, but they didn't feel right when they put it on. Only you are the most suitable one. It's like..." She thought about it and said, "Just It seems that this suit was born for you."

The clown was instantly relieved: "You are quite aesthetic."

Brandt & Omer: "..."

You two people who boast about business, won't your conscience hurt?

The conscientious salesperson continued: "So, are you also a fan of laughing ugly?"

The clown, who also had no conscience, asked strangely, "Who is that?"

The salesperson said in surprise, "It's the nickname of the Clownman. That's an admirable superhero. Why don't you know it, little brother? Then why did you buy the Clownman's battle suit?"

The clown opened his mouth blankly, and looked at his son blankly: "Brant, I didn't hear clearly, what did she just say?"

Brandt, who was also at a loss, said in a word: "She said... a superhero, the Joker?"

The clown's heart really began to ache.

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The first episode is coming!

The clown from DC Universe Earth III hhh, the clown looked confused when he saw it, what the hell?Am I a superhero?