Did Ah Fu retire today? [Comprehensive British and American]

"what have you done."

Batman asked nonchalantly.

The interrogation room was empty, except for a long iron table and a few iron chairs, there was nothing else.

The guards were standing guard everywhere, Cash and Bowers stood guard at the door, and there were only two distinct groups of people left on both sides of the long table in the middle.

On one side of the long table, the dean Sharp sat on the left, thinking about something, and the doctor Tom sat on the right, sketching in his notebook from time to time. Batman, who was supposed to be sitting in the middle, stood aside, hugging He stopped and walked with both arms, and then asked the previous sentence.

The clown opposite them was tightly bound on the interrogation chair. Hearing this, he showed an innocent expression and asked blankly, "What are you talking about, little bat?"

His hands were placed in a glove-like straitjacket, tightly fastened by several hard leather straps, and there was no way to break free.

He struggled to move his wrist, let these people see the difficulty of his movement, and said pitifully: "I have been staying here honestly, I can't even move my hands, what can I do?"

"Can actually do a lot." Batman doesn't buy it. "Shall I remind you, that dud?"

The clown swayed, he didn't know which point hit him, and burst out laughing abruptly.

No one knows, or maybe only his sweet little bat knows that he acts crazy and purposeless, but he is not really keen on doing meaningless things.

He is a manipulator who treats the whole of Gotham as his playground, playing with gangsters, police, ordinary people... even Batman.

He doesn't like rough beatings and killings very much, but sometimes, he doesn't dislike them either.What he prefers are often gorgeous appearances, enjoyable games, dramatic choices, and an interesting ending.

In his consciousness, many people, or all of them are standing on a steep cliff, with cliffs in all directions.

Most people will jump down spontaneously, but there are always some who just stand there stupidly, obviously reaching a dead end, but they can't bear to jump down by themselves.

It is too painful to die of freezing and starving on the top of the cliff, so the kind-hearted clown decided to be the one who helped them!

He often only needs to push so lightly, and those "heretics" on the top of the cliff will roll down gruntingly, blend into the big family at the bottom of the cliff, and live happily and happily together, how nice?

He has helped many people in his life.

For example, Harleen Quinzel, a doctor girl who didn’t look very smart a while ago, he gently pushed her to help her become a better Harley Quinn, although he also gained an overly clingy Fans and admirers, but this is purely due to my own charisma, there is no other way.

Another example is the upright prosecutor Harvey Dent two years ago. With a slight push, he released the evil in his body and became a terrifying double-faced man who made Gotham people terrified.

But those are small fights, very boring, and his favorite is the little bat.

He also wanted to play that "nudge" game with the little bat. He wanted to see Hei Qiqi fall off the cliff so much, so the clown couldn't wait to plan a prison escape, which he didn't intend to succeed at all. jailbreak.

He planted ten kilograms of duds with great fanfare, and then successfully lured that cunning little bat over.

He raised his head, looked at Batman excitedly, and laughed so hard that he couldn't control himself.His piercing laughter echoed throughout the interrogation room, and there was no other sound for a while.

Batman took a deep breath, he rushed towards the Joker, lifted his collar, pulled his head some distance away, and then slammed it hard into the long hard back of the interrogation chair.

The clown let out a cry of pain, naturally he couldn't be distracted by laughing, and stopped panting heavily.

Batman leaned closer to him and said hoarsely, "What the hell are you trying to do!"

The clown pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Is anyone hurt?"

To this question, Sharp, who watched the show for a long time, would answer: "No."

Batman let go of his grip and stepped back a little.The clown's upper body suddenly leaned forward, as if he wanted to reach something, but he was quickly stopped by the firm restraint belt and stopped.

Without taking his eyes off Batman, he continued to ask blankly, "Could it be that Arkham's walls or facilities were damaged?"

Sharp was also surprised by this. He looked at Batman and said doubtfully, "No."

"So." The clown suddenly retreated and lay heavily on the backrest, "Why are you so serious?"

Batman was about to grab the clown's collar again, but Tom interrupted him: "Save your energy, it's useless to the clown."

Batman let go of his hand, the voice was still hoarse and gloomy after the voice changer: "What works for him?"

Sharp looked at Tom in surprise: "Doctor Leander, do you have any good ideas? You seem to be sure about the clown? Maybe you can cure him?"

He was completely immersed in his fantasy: "If the clown can be cured and sent to an ordinary prison while I was the dean, what a great achievement it would be? In this way..."

In this way, in the next election, his chances of running for mayor will be greatly improved!

Tom stood up.

"Cure the Joker?" He walked over to Batman. "No, I can't."

Sharp was visibly disappointed.

Tom ignored him and said to Batman, "You've gone into a wrong place, and you're trying to use violence to extract a confession from a fearless lunatic, which is a mistake in itself."

The clown raised his eyebrows and looked at Tom in surprise: "Wow~ Great speech, you are my... new doctor?"

Batman pursed his lips. He has always accepted his friend's doubts well, so the topic returned to the previous one: "What do you think is useful for him?"

The clown also looked at his new doctor curiously: "I want to know too!"

Tom didn't even look at him, and said coldly, "Ignore."

Batman's eyes behind the cold white goggles lit up, as if the fog that had been entrenched in front of his eyes had been pushed away. He had been fascinated for a long time, and finally figured out the key.

"Didn't you notice? That guy has been trying his best to get your attention." Tom tapped his pen on the table, "It was before, and it must be now, but if you ignore him, this kind of showman will not be able to find him." To the stage, unable to start the repertoire he wants to show..."

"Then he'll stare right in front of me," Batman said thoughtfully. "It'll be a lot easier to figure out what he's up to."

Tom added: "Or, do something extra so you can't avoid seeing him."

Batman's tone was no longer tense: "But he stayed in Arkham, under my nose, and it's not easy to do other little tricks."

The clown restrained his smile, and his face suddenly darkened.

Tom laughed.

"Tom Leander." The clown read Tom's job card gloomily, "Stupid cat, do you want a gift? I'll surprise you."

Tom was not afraid of this old enemy of the master, and he didn't care about his threats. He only cared about Bruce.

Batman was silent for a moment, then looked at Sharp: "Dean, send the clown back."

"Listen to you." Sharp sighed, "The video?"

Batman said, "Give it to me."

In the interrogation room, there are all-round surveillance cameras operating endlessly, so during the entire interrogation process before, he could get video recordings for countless playbacks and analysis.

Although it is not very useful to the clown, it is still better than nothing. After all, this is one of the reasons why he chose to come here for interrogation.

The guard escorted the clown back vigilantly, Sharp handed him the surveillance video, Batman got the video, bid farewell to the dean temporarily, and approached the doctor.

He asked directly, "Do you have a computer there?"

Tom raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course, with the top-level configuration and 4 split screens, it's no problem for you to check 4 groups of monitors at the same time."

Batman laughed, "Perfect."

The two walked into the elevator, and Tom pressed the button on the first floor. He looked at the unwrapped part of the helmet, smiled as if there was nothing there, and then laughed.

"You should smile more, Jerry." When the first floor arrived, he took Batman around the corner to the guard lounge where he was temporarily staying. The inaudible voice said, "Or, Bruce?"

Batman suddenly became alert and looked around.

Tom said, "Don't worry, I checked when I moved in."

Batman said in disbelief: "No monitoring and eavesdropping?"

Tom walked to the cabinet and opened the drawer, revealing the wreckage of surveillance and wiretapping equipment that was almost too full: "There is no more now."

Batman was still not at ease. He checked with the detector he carried with him, and after confirming that there was really no surveillance, he looked back at his friend and said awkwardly, "You know?"

"Please." Tom said, "I've seen your interview since I came to Gotham. How could I not recognize the famous Gotham baby Bruce, who was the little mouse Jerry in Memphis?"

This explanation is reasonable, well-founded and convincing.

Convinced, Batman silently walked to the computer and turned it on.

Tom sat on the swivel chair, pushed on the table, and slid to Bruce's side to watch him operate.

Batman focused on putting in the videos at first, checking batch after batch, but as time progressed, his speed slowed down unknowingly.

I don't know why, but he always feels that this scene is familiar. This feeling of working together and fighting side by side is so familiar that it happens every day...

But... Bruce thought suspiciously, but it didn't make sense at all. Although he and Tom were good friends who almost talked about everything, they really never fought together.

After all, when they got along, one was a glamorous college student, and the other was a pickpocket who stole everywhere. Their career lines didn't overlap at all?