Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Chapter 98 50. Miss, your illness really can't be delayed any longer--【3350】

Mason didn't know that the hapless Mr. Sandstorm was caught by the Green Arrow squatting there when he slipped into Gotham City, and the young man was busy talking to the Kite Man.

With the help of the chaos caused by the League of Assassins in Gotham, Team K's original goal of looting the virus vaccine was easily completed without any risk or pressure.

According to Kiteman, the warehouse at Wayne Industries Medical was empty when he arrived.

Even the entire warehouse was pitch-black due to a power shortage, and the original tight monitoring system was offline.

If he hadn't restarted the backup energy in the warehouse in time, those vaccines that need to be stored at low temperature might have completely failed in tonight's chaos.

"You store the vaccine in your luggage first and then watch from high above to see the result of the battle between Mr. Sandstorm and the Justice League, but don't get close or be spotted by them.

I will rush back to join you immediately. "

After a few words of advice to Charles, Mason cut off the communication, and then glanced back at Master Nightwing who had been thrown into the co-pilot of the No. 2 Batmobile.

He gestured an OK gesture to Catwoman, and Selena closed the cabin and took the elder and younger back to the Batcave.

As for Mason himself, he released his beloved blue flying motorcycle and prepared to fly back to his hut.

But at the same time as the scooter started, a vine sprang from the ground suddenly grabbed Mason's handlebar, causing the young man to glance at the place where the vine stretched in surprise.

Unsurprisingly, it was found that Poison Ivy was standing quietly in the shadow of the small forest outside the Arkham Asylum.

Still gesturing to him for him to come over.

Considering Poison Ivy's "great reputation" in Gotham City, facing the invitation of this cute, sweet and vicious female villain, Mason picked up the crit gun and pressed the cursed bullet on it, and then left with vigilance past.

"Don't be so careful. If I have any malice towards you, that vine just now is enough to release a deadly hormonal gas on you."

Poison Ivy said something in a cold voice.

This female villain with long fiery red hair and weird green skin all over her body is not ugly but has a unique allure, and her words are really straightforward.

And the tone is full of disgust for flesh and blood creatures.

This is also normal.

No matter which version of the origin of her villain story is, she has become a special life form between flesh and blood and plants because of the malice of the same human beings.

The distrust of human beings is not only caused by their own tragedy, but also because of the instinctive resistance generated by "different species".

"It is precisely because I know you mean no harm that we can stand so close to talk."

Mason clapped the gun in his hand unceremoniously, because the special power brought by the cursed bullet was sensed by Poison Ivy, making her frown and walk away a few steps.

Perhaps nature was warning her?

"Tell me, why are you waiting for me here?"

Because Mr. Sandstorm was still in the city, Mason didn't have much time to play tricks with this female villain, but he had an idea to include Poison Ivy in Team K.

But now is not the time.

This one is different from Zha Kang.

Zha Kang belongs to the kind of scum who is very bad but has a conscience.

And Poison Ivy is a dangerous person who is quite withdrawn most of the time and doesn't care much about "human morality", or even human life.

She is a serious "semi-plant", and with her temper, she has every reason to shout out such terrible slogans as "the life of plants is also life".

"follow me."

The red-haired green lady turned and walked into the shadows behind her, Mason followed, and the young man smelled a strong smell of blood within a few steps.

It made him frown.

After turning a few corners in the grove, Mason saw the corpses of four or five black-clothed warriors lying on the ground. The condition was horrible, and each of them died as a result of having their skulls crushed with a blunt instrument.

This made Mason raise his eyebrows and look at Poison Ivy again.

As soon as the green lady waved her hand, the blades of grass and vines intertwined in front of their eyes spread out, revealing Dr. Harley Quizell who was hiding in it, holding her head and trembling.

The latter's doctor's robe is nowhere to be found.

And the tracksuit she was wearing was covered in glaring blood stains, and she was holding a broken baseball bat in her hand.

"this"

Mason immediately understood the cause and effect.

Then he heard Poison Ivy say with strong remorse:

"She asked me to bring her here, saying she wanted to see if her patient was all right, but I should leave her in a safe place in the city.

I don't know what happened, but after I was sent back by that freak in red to say goodbye to you, I came back and saw her sitting among these corpses and crying.

She was terrified.

I strongly suspect that the clown has done some damn trick on her, but she told me before that you have cured her of being hypnotized by the clown. "

"The symptoms of hypnosis were indeed broken by the refreshing agent, but maybe the clown did more than just hypnotize her."

Mason took out a bottle of palliative from his arms, put the hand cannon in his waist and walked forward slowly. He stared at Dr. Harley who was squatting there crying silently, and whispered:

"Harry? Remember me? I'm Mason, the alchemist who helped you."

"Mason?"

Dr. Harley raised his head, eyes red and swollen from crying, looked at Mason trying to show a smile, but her blood-stained face combined with that weird smile made the Poison Ivy girl behind Mason take a breath of air.

This behavior pattern cannot be said to be exactly the same as Zhou Keer, it can also be said to be a classic reprint.

"I didn't do this. I. I don't know what's going on here."

She quickly saw the corpse at Mason's feet, she shuddered and lowered her head again, covered her face and said in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. J is dead, I feel very relieved. I saw through the binoculars that he was blown off his head by you. No one can hurt me anymore. I feel safe.

I thought maybe it was time to say goodbye to the old life and start a new life. I remember someone said to me before that starting a new life means changing the old name from the past.

So I gave myself a new name

I think my name should be Harley Quinn? "

"You can call it whatever you want, it's your freedom, girl."

Mason approached her and handed over the palliative in his hand, and he said softly:

"But you're a doctor, you know? You're in a terrible situation, you should drink this bottle and ask your friend Ivy to take you to a comfortable place to sleep.

Stop worrying about this shit, you know what I mean?

Arkham Asylum is over, you lost your job, you should take some time off and find yourself a place to send your resume to work.

Need me to introduce you to a cool clinic? "

"I don't know, I don't know if it's suitable for me to continue this career, or should I give up my failed doctor career and try to be a professional gymnast again?"

Dr. Halle, whose face was still stained with blood, took the palliative from Mason and poured it in without looking at it. This meant that even after some drastic changes in her mental thinking, she was still very Trust Mason.

The palliative took effect quickly, and Harley's condition improved visibly.

She no longer trembled.

The voice of speaking will not suddenly become very sharp, and the out-of-control emotions are much better.

It seems that the original consciousness is slowly returning.

Under the watchful eyes of Mason and Poison Ivy, she took a look at the broken baseball bat she was holding tightly in her hand, threw it viciously, and then rushed towards Ivy, and was hugged by Poison Ivy again. middle.

"Okay, it's going to be all right. It's all over, baby, it's all over."

Poison Ivy, who was extremely indifferent to others, was patient and gentle when she treated Harley. She patted Dr. Harley on the back and flicked her fingers silently.

Several carnivorous vines crawled over from the woods, rolled up the corpse at Mason's feet and dragged it into the depths of the woods.

Even the blades of grass on the ground moved to excavate and renovate the soil on the ground. In just a few seconds, a permeating murder scene was completely restored to its normal appearance.

"I turned into a monster, Ivy."

Harley sobbed in Poison Ivy's arms and said:

"I remember very clearly that just when I felt that I could finally get rid of Mr. J's lingering spirit forever, I fell into the trap he had woven for me.

It was a malevolent psychological suggestion, hidden just under the hypnotic veneer.

I should have been professional.

I should have seen through the plot, but I was so desperate to understand the clown's bizarre mind that I made the worst mistake a psychiatrist could make.

Sorry, Mason.

I failed to tell you this, the clown made me forget this, maybe I want to forget the boring past myself, I did something wrong.

Horribly wrong. "

"It's okay, it's the way it is anyway."

Mason sighed too.

He remembered the conversation the Joker had had with him in the ward of Arkham Asylum at the beginning of the chaos tonight.

At that time, he should have realized this when he heard Zhou Ke'er say that the game that bet on Dr. Harley Quinzel's will was not over yet.

That villain will never simply put his own schemes on the table, he will always do things in a series of tricks.

Well, this kind of unconstrained thinking may be worth learning by yourself.

"Take her away."

Mason calmed down and said to Poison Ivy:

"Don't go to the Iceberg just yet, where the superheroes stop the bad guys, you can go to Dr. Leslie's clinic near Crime Lane.

That's my boss.

She also has a certain degree of research in psychology. Recently, Halle can receive treatment there, and my shop is just opposite the clinic.

I'll go see her when it's all over. "

"And Ivy's medicine!"

Dr. Halle wiped off the blood stains on her face, she turned her head and reminded Mason with evasive eyes:

"Ivy's condition is much more serious than mine. Only that magic potion can suppress her mania."

"I'll send it over as soon as possible."

The young man waved his hand, glanced at the dark night sky that was approaching dawn again, and said:

"How about we go there together? My motorcycle can carry you two."

"Picking up girls on a motorcycle? Are you a sixteen-year-old dumb boy?"

Poison Ivy curled her lips in disdain.

Then, a few minutes later, she was forced to put on a safety helmet and sit in the bucket of the flying motorcycle. The Poison Ivy girl stared at Mason riding this thing soaring into the sky in a daze, and wanted to give herself two mouths.

You know that he is a mysterious alchemist, so how can you treat this mysterious guy with common sense?

"Also, I am seventeen years old."

Mason saw Poison Ivy's strange expression, and whispered while wearing the flying goggles.

Dr. Harley Quizell, who was behind him, was also wearing a helmet and hugged the waist of a young man ten years younger than her. While curiously looking at the night scene hundreds of meters above the sky, he looked at the gadgets that Mason took out. Be amazed.

After flying for a few minutes, Harry suddenly said:

"Mason, why does your small shop only open at night? Are there any unique rules in your industry? For example, you can only open at night or it will attract misfortune and other legends?"

"Not really."

The young man said honestly:

"It's just because I'm the only one in the store, and I have to go to work at Dr. Leslie's clinic during the day, so I definitely won't be able to come to the store, etc. Why do you ask this?"

"Can I work for you?"

Dr. Halle pushed his gold-rimmed glasses with a shattered left lens, and whispered:

"If it's not troublesome, after all, I am afraid to go out to work in this situation. Before I recover, I can do odd jobs in your shop or something.

I will be moving out after I recover.

I mean, if I ever get better."

"emmmm"

Mason thought for a while and said:

"Yes, your professional medical background will come in handy. Ivy can also live in the store with you, and it will be convenient to go to the hospital when the time comes."

"how about you?"

The Poison Ivy woman with the helmet on suddenly said:

"Where are you going to sleep?"

"I can stay at the Iceberg for a while. Charles has plenty of rooms."

Mason snorted and said:

"Don't think I'm as dirty as everyone else, Ivy, you are all my patients now."

"Great! You don't have to sleep on the streets."

Dr. Haley cheered in that shrill voice, and then covered his mouth under the strange gaze of Poison Ivy, and whispered:

"I mean, thank you for taking us in, Mason, you're such a nice guy."

"You say I'm a good person, and I'm very happy."

Mason shook his head and murmured in a low voice:

"But I have to go back to the Iceberg Bar, which I hate because of you, and I am very upset. Speaking of which, Ivy, did you have any stories between you and Selena?

I saw the way you looked at her when you left.

Of course, if it’s not convenient to say it, forget it, I’m just asking casually. "

"There's nothing you can't say."

Poison Ivy, who was sitting in the back of the car and wearing a silly safety helmet, leaned there expressionlessly, and said in a calm tone:

"The period after she ran away from Batman's wedding before was having a bad time and getting drunk, and I was having a bad time.

We lived together for a while.

We helped each other out of the quagmire of life, and when Bat Boy was besieged by villains in the city, she left me and ran to find that annoying man.

Not even a farewell letter.

Can these pasts satisfy your gossip? Mason, need I tell you some more intimate details about my relationship with Selena? "

"That's enough, there's no need to say more."

Mason felt that Selena's private life was so "rich and colorful", so he didn't ask for more details.

He accelerated through the air towards Gotham City at dawn.

At the same time, Batman, who was checking the wreckage left by the crushed wind and sand with his companions in the city, also received a news like a bolt from the blue.

The old man turned around and walked quickly into the shadows of the corner under the weird gazes of Green Arrow and Flash, and he reached out and pressed the bat ear communicator on the helmet.

It was as if the thing had suddenly broken.

He said to the communicator:

"Wait! Alfred, I didn't hear the specific content of what you said just now. It may be signal interference. Say it again. Are you busy taking care of someone so you don't have time to help me monitor the whole city?

Who is that mine? "

"Your son, Master Wayne."

The old butler, Ah Fu, replied slowly:

"I have helped Master Damian take a bath and arranged for him the room you had when you were a child, and now I am preparing a well-fitting pajamas for him. Just five minutes ago, the comparison results of the DNA test came out.

I used seven different instruments and cross-checked the results.

He is your child, the next generation head of the Wayne family.

If it is convenient for you, you should leave the nonsense in the city and come back immediately.

Master Damian may wake up in another hour, and I think it would be better to have his father by his side when he wakes up. "

Alfred paused, and whispered again:

"This is also what Ms. Selena meant, she said that she can accept the existence of Master Damian, and she does not resist continuing to fall in love with a single father with a child.

But she wants to have a serious and serious talk with you about emotional fidelity.

Do I need to prepare a candlelit dinner for the two of you in advance?

This is a very serious question.

After all, whether the relationship between parents is harmonious or not will have a great impact on adolescent children.

Master Wayne?

Oh no, Master Wayne, are you listening? "