Mrs Wayne

I looked at the distraught husband beside me with some doubts. He seemed to be in a trance for a moment when he saw the Arkham Asylum.When I stretched out my hand and pulled his arm, Bruce came back to his senses. After staring at me deeply for a moment, he sighed and said, "Oh, so it's here."

"Have you been here before?"

After Bruce was silent for a while, he didn't answer my question. Instead, he told me, "Honey, everything here is mental illness, do you understand?"

When he lowered his head to look at me, those blue eyes were full of seriousness, the handsome man just lowered his head and looked at me seriously, I thought about it and nodded, "Yes Yes, isn't this called a mental hospital?"

Bruce: ...

There was a helpless smile on his face, and then he hugged me into his arms again, and put his chin just on my head, feeling his hot chest like this, and I heard his rapid heartbeat Sheng, "I mean, it's all mental illness here, why don't you consider changing to another place to do volunteer work?"

I was also a little bit drumming what he said, thinking of the promise I made with others, I whispered, "But we have an appointment, it's not good to leave here temporarily, my dear."

I reached out and hugged his waist, talking about why my husband put his chin up like this, even though he was indeed much taller than me, it was so uncomfortable to put it up like this!But he seemed very comfortable, and even gave me a look that he was very afraid of losing me. After meeting the robber last time, Bruce gave me the feeling of being very scared. I even went to ask my parents. Have you ever experienced similar things before? Martha’s mother and Thomas’ father told me that Bruce also encountered similar things when he was a child, and because of their identities, he was even almost kidnapped. When he went to the theater, Bruce was also very special. He didn't like to let them go to the theater when they were young. If they went by themselves, Bruce asked them to go through the front door. This kind of thing had bothered them for a long time.Then I thought maybe he just didn't like it, so I gave up...

So I was relieved at once. Although Bruce's reaction was very extreme at that time, it may be because of the stimulation he received before.

Bruce let go of me just like that when he got off me, and he smiled and said, "Oh, yes, but wait a minute sweetheart you can't leave me alone."

He emphasized, "Any step."

OK……?

Then Bruce took me into the Arkham Mental Hospital, and we were greeted by a very young, brightly dressed blonde beauty, who was wearing a white coat, but there was some haze in her brows, she greeted us politely, " We didn't expect Mrs. Wayne and his young master to come here, we are really honored."

I whispered, "You are too kind."

"No, no, no." She continued to praise us, "We have also received many people, and most of them injected money into us. I am not saying that this is a bad way, but willing to come to do volunteer work like you It's really good."

Bruce stretched out his hand and held my palm. His expression seemed a little complicated. The woman who received us continued to say to us, "Introduction, my name is Gretchen Weissler, do you want me to introduce this place to you?"

I nodded curiously. At this moment, we are strolling on the lawn of Arkham. Arkham is located in the outer suburbs deep in Gotham. Therefore, in addition to a huge main building of a mental hospital, it also has a very spacious building. The lawn and some small forests, I heard that when the sun is good, they will bring out less aggressive patients to exercise.

"The Arkham Asylum was originally just an ordinary hospital. The person who created it was called Dennis O'Neill, but it was Dr. Amadeus Arkham who transformed him into what he is now. In fact, this hospital is based on this It was named after the doctor's mother. Mr. Arkham's mother suffered from a very serious mental illness. He couldn't bear to see his mother suffer from such torture, so he had to euthanize her. In order to commemorate his mother, so he Arkham Hospital was transformed into a hospital for the mentally ill."

Me: ...There seems to be no necessary connection.

I looked around the Arkham Asylum, and when we walked into the main building, I found that it was a typical hospital layout, but the whole room and corridor had an indescribable feeling, that is, the atmosphere was very eerie.The dark and yellow floor and some dark corridors, behind the falsely concealed doors are dilapidated hospital beds, a few people in blue and white hospital uniforms slowly walk by like ghosts, and when Bruce is in When I saw them, I was very vigilant and protected me by my right hand again.

What is strange is that Bruce seems to be a little more familiar with this place than I am. When walking to certain places, he will protect me to prevent me from falling on some raised ground.

Feeling the cold palms of my husband, I raised my head and looked at him with some doubts. Bruce's blue eyes seemed to be looking around, and he looked a little nervous when he looked closely.

"Then..." The person who guided us continued to us while leading us through the long corridors of Arkham, "Later, after Mr. Arkham took in Martin Hawkins, nicknamed "Mad Dog", , everything has changed."

Her tone became extraordinarily gloomy in an instant as Akama walked through bright or dark corridors, "He sneaked out while Mr. Akama was not at home, and then killed Mr. Akama's Wife and daughter, Mr. Arkham was greatly irritated by this incident, so he transformed this place into a place dedicated to housing criminals with serious criminal tendencies and mental illnesses, and then..."

Her voice became extremely soft, "The mad dog was electrocuted to death on his own bed by Mr. Arkham."

"Then Mr. Arkham went mad, and he became a member of his own madhouse."

"That's it... I will die alone here."

When I heard this whoosh, I jumped into Bruce's arms. My husband hugged me quietly like this, and then stared blankly at the woman not far away.

She gave us a somewhat icy smile, "It's a horrible and tragic story, isn't it?"

I couldn't help swallowing, and I slipped into Bruce's arms again. He stretched out his hand to protect me like this, and the man standing in front of me said in displeasure, "You scared my wife."

"Miss Whistler."

"Oh, I'm sorry." The blond woman smiled apologetically at me, "I just want to introduce in more detail, after all, the next two will face the most vicious criminals in Gotham, and..."

When she said this, her expression became cold again for a moment, "There will still be some gangsters here. They will come here after they have been identified by a doctor and become mentally ill, but in fact they are a group of inhumane people. mob."

"You two must be careful."

"We can't do it, let's go." I leaned into Bruce's ear and whispered, "I think we can also do volunteer work in another place."

It sounds a little scary here, but I think volunteering in other places is a better choice...

The most important thing is that there are gangsters who choose to pretend to be mentally ill in order to get rid of crimes. No wonder my husband looks so cautious.No, thinking about it carefully, I now realize that there are some problems in the mental hospital itself, so why did my husband and I choose this place because of our brains.

Bruce took a deep breath, and I, who was in his arms, walked through the corridor sadly together, and came to the office of Dean Arkham. Dangerous, just telling us that if we feel that the scene in front of us is too miserable, we can invest more money. My husband smiled and nodded. He said meaningfully, "After watching it, it depends on what kind of situation you are in now."

We followed Ms. Weissler and were about to start a day of volunteer work. Bruce and I used to be volunteers often, but it was the first time to be a volunteer in a mental hospital.In the past, Bruce and I would often go to nursing homes or other places to do community volunteers. Although we are rich people in Gotham, we both felt that in addition to investing money, we could also do more things that are beneficial to society.

Thomas' father and Martha's mother taught us the same way. Although we are rich, taking a proper look at the life at the bottom will help us reflect on ourselves now.

After changing into a relaxed short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans a little nervously, Bruce and I went directly to the living room where mental patients gather.A group of mental patients in blue and white clothes stared straight at us for a moment. Most of the mental patients looked a little rough. They gathered together in small groups, and there were some nurses watching them not far away. The female nurse who received us told us that this is to prevent some people from accidentally biting off other people's ears or faces when they are playing.

I:……

Is it so aggressive and dangerous?

Or forget it, I will definitely not be a volunteer in a mental hospital in the future.

Everyone here seems to be immersed in their own world. Some people are playing with building blocks in their hands, and some people are staring at the water glasses on the table without turning their eyes. No one is interested in our arrival. There is a glimmer of feedback, except for one person.

It was a young man with red hair. When he looked at us, he had an obvious smile on his face, and even stood up directly, bowed to us and said, "Wow, hello."

"Shall I give you a show, miss and sir."

The other party had a very quiet face with nothing on it except a smile.

Very, very big smile, he looks gentle, at least on the surface, when my husband and I looked at him quietly for less than five seconds, the smile on his face could not be maintained. After failing to get our feedback, he suddenly turned his face and yelled ferociously at the person behind him who had been swaying back and forth, "Be quiet, be quiet!"

"I'm about to perform a magic trick, and if you don't stay quiet, I'll smash your head off myself!"

The person he reprimanded raised his head blankly, then lowered his head without any response, still swaying his body back and forth, making the chair he was sitting on creak.

The red-haired young man suddenly picked up the pen next to him, and stabbed towards him. Just as he was about to strike, my husband grabbed his wrist.

Listened to by the young man who was tightly clutching his arm in Bruce, he turned his head and looked at my husband seriously, and then the other party let go of the pen in his hand, and his expression became gentle again, "Okay, okay , it seems that today's performance may have to be changed."

This is too scary.

I took a deep breath and saw Bruce let go of the wrist of the red-haired young man in front of him. The young man who was about to commit violence just now returned to his original appearance as if nothing had happened. He turned his gaze to us again , "Do you like watching shows?"

shook his head.

A trace of unknown anger began to appear on the other party's face again, "Why?"

"Why don't you like it?"

Okay, I heard that even mentally ill people can't accept rejection from others, they are immersed in their own world and cannot extricate themselves, I regret my decision to volunteer in Arkham today, and I'm afraid of provoking him again, "Okay then."

After my husband left him, he instinctively pulled me back. I poked my head out to look at the man not far away in doubt, but I heard Miss Weissler next to me explain. , "This is a patient who just joined Arkham Hospital. He claims to be a clown."

"clown?"

The nurse said with a cold expression, "Yes, he likes to perform for the people here. If everyone applauds him, he will laugh happily, but if others ignore him, he will either harm himself or hurt others. .”

Weissler's very accurate comment, "is a very dangerous person."

"Usually when he does these things, we lock him up and treat him."

I:……

Have to say, I don't think your treatment will be great, this place is really horrible.

Never come here again!

Just as we listened to Miss Wiesler's explanation, the clowns over there returned to their normal appearance. It feels like these mental patients are somewhere between normal and crazy. You can't even tell when they are in a good state , When the state is not right, they may violently hurt people at any time, which is too dangerous.Speaking of which, he just said that there will be some gangsters hiding in. Why do I think that if it is a gangster, normal people will become crazy if they come here for a long time.

Bruce grabbed my hand tight instinctively, and then we saw this patient, who called himself a clown, pick up a water glass from the side like this, raised the glass high in front of us, and slowly poured it into the glass like this. All the water poured out, the young man laughed and winked at us, "What a perfect thing, I love this world."

He paused for a moment, and then said to us with a reserved face, "Why is there no applause, where is my applause?"

Seeing the clown directing and acting in front of me, I was stunned, but when I thought about his moodiness just now, and he was always ready to attack the people beside him, I felt the danger of this place.

Bruce stayed by my side for a long time before he patted his palm. After a brief applause, the clown bowed politely to us again, "Thank you."

His brown eyes flicked across my husband's body before a smile appeared on his face. "Mr. Wayne."

"With your wife."

When Bruce said my name, I could feel his body tightening suddenly. He set his eyes on the clown, and I only saw two people looking at each other quietly at the moment.

The next second, the clown suddenly turned around again, and said to the other person beside him, "Oh, Mr. Falconi, why didn't you answer what I said."

Miss Wiesler explained to us very calmly from a distance, "That's what they are."

I noticed that Bruce's blue eyes looked extraordinarily deep, especially when he saw the clown, there was even a little vigilance and disgust in it, he pulled me away from the clown, and I was worried about what to do Such was the case with Arkham Asylum.

"Will these people be locked up all the time? They won't run out."

The female doctor who guided us said in a drawn out voice, "Of course not, our security in Arkham is very high, please don't worry, they will definitely not run out."

But you just said that a guy named Mad Dog ran out and killed the dean's wife and children. Forget it, normally the dean is more worried. We have no grievances with these lunatics. Believe it Security system for Wayne's home.

In this way, the two of us officially started today's volunteer work, mainly to pack things and help distribute medicine to these mental patients. It is very simple, probably because these people are very aggressive and dangerous, and we are their future. the gold master.So after a hard day's work with my husband after playing the piano for some of these harmless people, Bruce still looks stern and doesn't know what the hell he's thinking.

Just as we were about to leave, the clown stopped us again, and he asked anxiously, "Can I see you again?"

This person who was going to stab other patients with a pen in one second and smiled like a child in a second said to us politely, "I want to perform for you."

I looked at him warily, "What are you performing?"

He stared at me, staring at my every expression and every movement little by little, and then the red-haired man opened his hand and gestured in a huge arc, just like that from his mouth: He let out a nasty but innocent smile, "The performance exploded."

"Mr. Wayne..."

He laughed lowly, and the laughter became more and more urgent and crazy in front of us, like a bellows being pulled open suddenly, it became louder and louder every moment, and then everything returned to normal in the next second Nothing, he looked at me and licked his lips, "And you, Mrs. Wayne."

"boom!"

He repeated it with a look of fascination, "Big Bang."

The author has something to say:

Ugly, actually I used to have red hair...or brown.

It's not green anyway, now I think Batman is actually you...