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

Bruce had been surreptitiously watching his old friend Tom all through dinner.

The thick soup in his mouth could not be tasted, and the steak on the dinner plate tasted like gravy wax. He was cutting mechanically, and the cold white goggles moved from the steak to Tom without a trace more than once. body.

Something is wrong with Tom.

Of course, he didn't mean that there was something wrong with Bowers, but that he suddenly discovered that he didn't seem to know this person as well as he thought.

He thought that Tom was a hot-blooded rich young man who might become a policeman or a precious male nurse in the future. No matter where it was in Memphis or Tennessee, it would not be Gotham anyway, living a stable life.But he studied for a Ph.D. in psychology, became a psychiatrist, came to Gotham, and came to Arkham.

Tom has always been thin and thin. He is less than 1.8 meters tall and weighs no more than [-] kilograms. He always thought that the other party must be full of "ribs" and is a younger brother who needs to be protected. But today he discovered that his strength may be stronger than his own. Even bigger.

After eating dinner without taste, Bruce pursed his lips and said nothing.

Tom didn't seem to notice all the entanglements in his heart. Instead, he suddenly leaned forward and approached Bruce: "Don't look back, Bowers is here, right behind you."

"Huh?" Bruce also lowered his voice. He put down the tableware and said doubtfully, "He's in charge of delivering the food?"

Tom said: "Generally, ordinary guards are responsible for food delivery. The chief of the guard and the district chief only participate in the rotation when reviewing letters, and are not responsible for delivering food."

Bruce glanced at him: "You understand clearly?"

How could he remember that Tom had been in Arkham for less than a day?

Tom took it for granted: "It's written in the employee handbook."

Bruce: "...oh."

"So." Tom asked, "Any questions?"

Bruce raised his eyes and looked at him: "I'm not in charge of delivering food, but I didn't come to eat until this time. What do you think he did before?"

It was only after they analyzed that Bowers might have something to do with the clown. Now that they discovered his abnormal behavior, they would naturally think more subconsciously.

Bruce frowned: "You will find an excuse to leave later, and I will go find him alone."

Tom understood in seconds: "Do you want to say something?"

Bruce said: "By the way, confirm to what extent his mental condition has been affected by the clown."

No matter which Alfred it is, it will always support Bruce in all... well, most of the decisions, and this time is no exception.

After getting an affirmative answer, Tom stood up directly.He has used a lot of vests, and his acting skills have naturally gradually improved. Now he is very familiar with acting with Bruce.

He slightly amplified the volume to ensure that Bowles who was not far away could hear it without feeling obtrusive, and then he pretended to be anxious and said, "Oh, what happened!"

Bruce asked cooperatively, "What's wrong?"

Bowers, who was sitting at the next table behind them, moved his ears curiously and began to eavesdrop.

Tom said half-truthfully: "I made an appointment to see the house, and I was delayed because of the clown. I must be late this time."

Facing his friend's excuse, Bruce didn't pretend, but was genuinely puzzled: "What room are you looking at?"

Tom said logically, "I can't live in the guard's lounge all the time."

"...Oh." Bruce reacted, "I remember Sharpe said, are you here to pick up Harley Quinn?"

He analyzed: "Then you haven't been in Arkham for too long, so you didn't have time to find another place to live, temporarily staying in the guard's lounge? That makes sense."

"To be precise, it's not that it's not long, it's only one day."

Tom said: "It's not really a successor to her. After all, after Dr. Quizell, the clown has had several attending doctors. It's just that they tried to treat for a while, and the longest didn't exceed a month. They all chose to quit.”

Bruce really doesn't know.

"A departure from Arkham?" he asked.

Tom nodded: "It is said that there are more or less mental problems. Although they are not as serious as Dr. Quizell's, they have reached the point where they need the intervention of a psychiatrist."

Bruce frowned, and silently raised the clown's security level in his heart by more than one level.

"You have to be careful." He was a little worried. "I will stay in Arkham recently. When you need to contact the clown, you'd better call me along."

Tom was much more optimistic: "I'm pretty sure, Jerry."

Even if it can't be cured, well, of course he can't cure the clown, but it is not easy for the clown to influence him.

The topic unknowingly began to deviate from the right track. Tom glanced at Bowers who was still eavesdropping in the back row, and consciously shifted the conversation back.

"Then I'll leave first, you eat slowly." He said casually, "The house I'm going to look at later is near Gotham College, and it's said that it's not far from Arkham, so it's easier to commute to and from get off work. .”

Gotham Academy and Arkham are both on Naihe Island, not too far away. What Tom said is well-founded and reasonable, and he really can’t fault it.

Bruce looked at the other party's sincere eyes, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether Tom was acting with him or telling the truth.

After all, in his perception, Tom's family is relatively wealthy. Although the wealth is definitely not as good as that of the Wayne family, buying a house in a second near the workplace is really not a surprising operation.

Bruce can only say: "Then you go."

"Okay, when I make a decision tonight, I will invite you to be my guest later."

Tom said something briefly, and after confirming that their words could be accepted by Bowers behind him, he immediately withdrew.

He walked straight out of the cafeteria, but he didn't leave Arkham as he said, and hurried to see what room, but quietly walked into the public storage room that was only one wall away from the cafeteria, and locked the door from the inside.

Bruce wants to investigate the situation alone, and face danger alone, so he naturally "drives away" Tom early, but Tom himself obviously doesn't think so.

No matter which vest it is, he doesn't like to refute Bruce with words. Generally speaking, he does it directly.

So this time, he promised very well, but in behavior, he hid in the storage room completely disobedient and eavesdropped.

Tom is not human, and the characteristics of his race make his hearing hypersensitive.Although it is still far behind Superman, it is not that difficult to hear what the other side is saying clearly through a wall.

In the staff cafeteria, Bowers saw Tom leaving and Batman stopped talking, so he turned his head back with little interest.The steak was a bit cold, but the thick soup was still warm, so he simply moved the steak aside and picked up the thick soup.

The sound of the friction between the dinner plate and the long iron table was harsh, but it also gave Batman a chance to intervene.

He turned around, with some surprise in his voice: "Guard Bowles? What a coincidence."

Bowers lowered his eyes, looked at the warm soup in his hand, and then at the Batman he had delivered to his door. After all, he couldn't resist the temptation and put the dinner back on the table.

He coughed, and started talking poorly: "The clown's interrogation video, did you find anything?"

Batman shook his head and said something else: "Guard Bowers is a little late today?"

Bowles: "Aren't you too?"

Batman: "The doctor and I checked the video and missed the time. You also have a job?"

Powers answered quickly: "No."

Batman: "Huh?"

Powers didn't mean to explain: "I don't think I need to report my private life to Batman?"

Batman said sharply, "You hate me?"

Bowers stood up: "I thought, no one can please everyone? I'm full, I think I have to go to work."

Batman got out of the way, glanced at Bowers' back, then looked back at the barely touched food on the table, raised his eyebrows: "Are you full?"

Bowers left, and there was no reason for Batman to stay here. He walked out of the cafeteria and was just about to go back to the lounge where Tom was temporarily staying, but when he passed the storage room, he was violently pulled in by a hand.

The attacking fist was swung halfway, and then abruptly retracted. In the dark storage room, Bruce asked in astonishment: "Tom?"

Tom "hush" and made a silent gesture: "Keep your voice down."

Bruce frowned: "Didn't you go to see the house?"

"Isn't that our plan, to give you a chance to be alone with Bowers?" Tom's expression was also a little surprised, "Are you serious?"

Bruce changed the subject bluntly: "...Aren't we going back to the lounge?"

Tom said helplessly: "No, Arkham is not safe. I want to take you to my house, where we can have a good discussion about the clown and Powers."

Bruce: "Your home?"

Tom said: "What I told you before is half true. I did take a fancy to the house outside Gotham College, but I didn't want to buy it tonight. I was the owner a long time ago."

So, it really was just an impromptu performance just to cooperate with him?Bruce thought silently, then Tom's acting skills are too good.

The two huddled together in the storage room for a while, and when Bo Luo, who ate the slowest, also touched his belly and left, there was no one else in Nuo Da's cafeteria except the chef.

After eight o'clock, the cafeteria closed and the chef left, the two of them quickly walked out of the storage room, and left Arkham even more quickly.They got into the Batmobile and drove all the way to Gotham College, and it took only 10 minutes.

Bruce parked the car in a hidden place, followed Tom and walked a few hundred meters, and arrived at the destination of the trip.

Tom's house was about the same as he had imagined, not too luxurious or too big, but with warm colors, and he would feel very comfortable inside.

Tom pushed Bruce through the door, and then he took off his clothes vigorously.

Bruce was startled: "What are you doing?"

Under the doctor's white coat was a very un-doctoral pullover T-shirt. Tom pinched one hem of the shirt with one hand, pulled it up casually, took off the T-shirt, and threw it on the light gray sofa.

"I'm going to take a shower, won't you take off your armor?"

Bruce didn't answer.

He just stared at Tom Cibai's right shoulder blade, and gradually frowned.

There was a light brown birthmark on it, not too obvious, and its shape was also very strange, like an irregular short and thick cross, but the familiarity made him flustered.