After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Time moves forward by half an hour.

Gotham City, Arkham Asylum.

Poison Ivy Pamela Lillian Eisley was wearing Arkham's hospital gown, sitting in a prison-like ward as usual, combing her curly red hair.

Since she had the misfortune to meet Hilda in the last prison escape, she has been obediently staying in Arkham for a long time, so long that she felt that she was about to wither, and so long that the other villains in Arkham began to laugh at her for being weak Sluggish.

They don't know what happened to her.

They didn't know that the outside world had already changed completely with the appearance of that woman.Rules or order—the brains of these idiots who have been locked here for too long have rusted, and they thought Gotham City was the same Gotham City it used to be.

Here, only guys with their own sources of information realized some changes that were not obvious, and among them, only a few smart people discovered the clues.

Someone wanted to get from her the whole experience of the last time she went out, but the poison ivy girl said nothing-she is not a good person, if she can, she hopes that this group of colleagues will try one by one. everything that has been suffered.

That's not a god, that's a downright demon.

The red hair was slowly combed neatly, the bell for breakfast in the Arkham Asylum rang just right, and the head of the madhouse began to distribute breakfast one by one. This is often the few entertainment moments for the patients. Unexpectedly, I heard noises from various wards.

This floor is inhabited by extremely dangerous mental patients in Gotham City. In other words, they all have inseparable "emotional experiences" with Batman, and one counts as one, and they are all very concerned about Batman. .

... except, perhaps, for one person.

Harley Quinn lives across from Poison Ivy.

"It's so noisy," Harry yawned, and his blond head poked out of the narrow window, "people's beauty sleep has been interrupted--it's annoying, I'm still waiting for Meimei to see Pudding ~"

Pamela glanced at her, obviously she wasn't lying on the window with Harry, but this woman was able to catch her gaze keenly.

Harley laughed, and the beautiful face stuck to the glass was instantly blurred by the mist from her breath. She stretched out her finger, and used the mist to write a big "HELLO~" and draw a small heart.

The corner of Pamela's mouth twitched slightly, but she turned her head away a moment before the mist dissipated, pretending to be indifferent.

She didn't dislike Harley, on the contrary, Pamela liked this little lunatic very much, but when she thought of Harley getting information for the clown during the last chat, Pamela felt a bit of displeasure.

"Pammy~" Harry said briskly, "I know you're looking at me, honey, are you still angry about what happened last time? I swear I did it for a reason."

—Yes, the reason, for the Joker.

Pamela thought sarcastically.

"I know you've been holding it in for too long, and I've been holding it in for too long. Arkham is so boring. I'm all for our future."

Pamela turned her head, and just as she was attracted by this so-called "future", she found that Harry stopped abruptly and stopped talking.She frowned, waited for a while, and finally stood up, and through the same narrow window, she met the surprised gaze of the Harley Quinn.

"Tell me," she folded her arms, "what's the future?"

"… oh," said Harry coyly, "should I tell you? But it's a secret, I mean, I promised..."

Poison Ivy frowned, and at the same time, she was keenly aware of something wrong: According to the usual situation, breakfast should have been delivered——Arkham's guards have undergone strict training, and they will never knowingly and risk Danger of staying too long with one patient.So, what is the situation now?

There was a piercing noise from the radio.

Pamela covered her ears, ignoring what Harry was muttering, and looked up at the central radio.

A moment later, a familiar and artificial male voice sounded on the radio.

"Good morning, my dear friends, I hope you had a great rest last night - because next, I will bring you a huge, surprise~"

"It's Mr. J!" Harley Quinn exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, he has come to save me, my great hero."

Poison Ivy said nothing.

She heard a "click" at the door lock, followed by various sounds of breaking the door.

The clown said something in his usual crazy and passionate tone, but Pamela didn't bother to listen. She stood there, watched Halle happily open the door, skipped a few steps, and planned to find her "big hero" ", then seemed to remember something, backed up again, and slammed open Pamela's door.

The two were caught off guard and faced each other without barriers. The little lunatic tilted his head and blinked at Pamela: "Good morning, Pamela?"

"...Don't call me that." She replied, "Aren't you going to find your Mr. J?"

"But you haven't left yet," the little lunatic said with curiosity on his face as it should be, "why didn't you leave?"

"Where are you going?" Poison Ivy asked back.

"Go to our city, go to Gotham—" Harry's eyes were full of excitement, "Go to the carnival, today is clown day! The whole city should be carnival for us!"

Pamela smiled. She turned her head and sat back on the hospital bed unhurriedly: "... Carnival? That's not necessarily the case, Gotham is different from what you imagined."

"Because of the girl you were talking about?" Harry chased her and sat down with great interest. At this moment, her curiosity drove her to forget Mr. J on the radio, "Oh, dear Pammy, when you talked about the critical moment It stopped abruptly, I haven't heard what she did to you to make you keep it secret now?"

"Are you asking me to share my wounds with you?"

"...What's the problem?" Harry was puzzled, "I'm a bad person, and bad people don't care about other people's feelings." She twisted her golden hair, expecting, "Tell me, I swear I This time I will definitely go out... I will play with this interesting girl."

Pamela gave the little lunatic a meaningful look: "...you will regret it."

Harry laughed, her smile was so touching, madness and innocence appeared on her face at the same time, just like the opposite red and blue colors harmoniously displayed on this woman.Pamela can't help but be attracted by this contradictory temperament on her body, and the little lunatic is well aware of this attraction on her body. She unsparingly releases her charm to Pamela, like As if without bones, he naturally approached Pamela, and then his whole body leaned on her body.Harry raised his head, and Pamela involuntarily reached out and stroked her face.

So Harry rubbed her palm like a cat, and said to her half coquettishly: "You will stay with me, right? Pammy?"

Pamela paused, and at this moment, she remembered the almost suffocating fear when facing Hilda.

She didn't answer, but her hand still stopped on Harry's face, and she just repeated in a low voice: "...you, no, you will regret it."

—she would bypass Hilda Walker, her only enemy would be Batman.

Hilda opened the door of the guest room without haste.

The man with the camera on his back and a peaked cap on his head gave her a very sunny smile: "Hey, hello, Miss Walker, I'm John Murphy, I wonder if Mr. Hall mentioned me to you? I am The cameraman who is in charge of filming for you today."

"Oh," Hilda blinked, "...he told me, but I thought it was just an assistant, not a cameraman."

"If you wish, I will be your assistant today," the man blinked. "When you need someone to assist you in filming, I will be your videographer. If you plan to broadcast live, then I will be even more useful... In short, I will try my best to make myself meet your needs."

Hilda felt that the John Murphy in front of her was very talkative. She took a look at him and found that this man with an artist's beard had blue eyes—why are there so many men with blue eyes these days?Hilda murmured to herself, and while gesturing for John to come in, she casually asked, "Are you from Gotham?"

John paused, followed Hilda into the room, restrained and politely did not look around: "...Yes, I am from Gotham."

"You don't look like one," remarked Hilda. "You look like the kind of person who would take kindness too seriously."

John was a little surprised. He didn't expect Hilda to say such a blunt comment that didn't sound very friendly when they met him for the first time... Should I say, is she worthy of being Batman's girlfriend?

John Murphy, or rather, Dick Grayson, AKA ex-Robin and current Nightwing, thought so.

It's not uncommon for Bruce Wayne to have had many girlfriends, but there are very few women who can go with him to this extent—even Nightwing, who has run away from home and is deeply disappointed in his old father, I couldn't help being sincerely curious about Hilda when I heard about it.

This kind of curiosity (or the psychology of gossip) drove Dick not to leave Gotham immediately after he had a big fight with Batman. The "assistant" originally arranged by the responsible party successfully came to Hilda, intending to observe this woman who is likely to live in Wayne Manor at a close distance.

Hilda picked up the video camera she put on the table: "I thought it was just an assistant, so I prepared a video camera myself. ... I tried to take a picture of the scenery just now, but I think I can do it by myself." Get the job done." After all, she has an artificial intelligence at her disposal.

Dick immediately began to look for his "use": "I can pack your backpack or run errands for you. I have good physical strength and will never cry tired."

"..." Hilda always felt that the cameraman who was arranged was a bit weird. She frowned and stared at him for a while, but she still didn't find any clues. "Okay. Let's go."

She picked up the device and handed it to Dick: "I do plan to broadcast live, record while broadcasting, and then make a video - the next day, you and I will work hard together."

As she spoke, Hilda looked out the window: "I hope everything goes well today."