American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

When Jack lay down on the bed of the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital again, Schiller said gloatingly: "Now you know where is your forever home? I can give you more for the sake of paying a lot of money. Some painkillers."

"Do you think I'm a drug addict?" Jack shouted irritably, "Don't compare me with that kind of drug addict!"

"Look at it, at least you have a permanent bed here. You should have seen how much the gang bosses who can't get in outside want a bed like this."

When he mentioned the words "gang boss", Jack showed a disgusting expression, and he whispered: "You are like that bat, he doesn't want to laugh, you don't want to be crazy, you are all lying to yourselves..."

He stared at the ceiling and kept babbling: "Why are you so serious? Why don't you admit it? Why aren't you proud of your chaos and disorder?"

Suddenly, he calmed down again, and even said with a philosophical tone: "In such a mediocre world, it should be something to be proud of to have a different crazy soul."

"But you always trap this wonderful soul in a mediocre and disgusting body."

"Live serious and serious every day, pretending to be no different from those walking dead, this really makes me sick..."

"Crazy is not the only way to know the world." Schiller also sat down, his tone was calm, he said: "I have always believed in this."

"If you can't become a sharp knife and use madness to pierce the disguise of the world, then you will be domesticated by those false orders."

Jack babbles some difficult words, each of which pauses in his mouth as if he doesn't know them, yet each sentence is so complete and smooth.

"There is order without order. Without order, chaos is no longer chaos. Chaos becomes order. When you destroy order, you are creating another order."

"There are many people who think that the ultimate answer in this world is chaos, but when they have this idea, it means that they have been domesticated by order, and there is no ultimate answer in this world."

"That's why you and that bat would rather do nothing?" Jack looked at Schiller.

"I'm still a little different from him." Schiller poured himself a glass of water and said, "Batman is a warrior who maintains order in chaos, but I'm not, I'm just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people..." Jack scoffed at his words.

"And you, thinking of yourself as a savior, want to tell everyone that only madness can know all the truth, especially to tell Batman that the answers he wants are within easy reach, as simple as a smile."

"But it's not that he doesn't understand it, he just doesn't want to do it."

"That's why I think he's mentally ill." Jack's tone suddenly showed a hint of jealousy, "He has what I don't have, and the most rooted darkness and madness that I dream of, but he just doesn't want to do it, he can obviously To be a great **** who rips this mediocre lie, but he just doesn't want to laugh."

"This question reverberates in my head every day, making me puzzled and crazy."

"Why are they so serious?"

Schiller shrugged and said, "Everyone is deceiving themselves, only you are telling the truth, everyone is pretending to be serious, only you are laughing, so you are the only clown."

Jack stared at the ceiling and said, "When the laughter is about to come out of their mouths, their first reaction is fear, resistance, reflection, which is crazy."

"Being a clown must be very happy, because there is nothing in this world that you can't laugh at. You want them to know how happy you are, but it's a pity that no one takes your love."

"I've always thought that people who dress up as bats are mentally ill." Jack looked at Schiller and said, "...so are people who dress up as ordinary people."

Outside the window, the night of Gotham slowly fell, the lights of the city jumped up, and after the weather warmed, the whole city began to glow with new vitality, still a little crazy and evil, still chaotic, and still prosperous.

In the morning, Schiller was in his office. He was carrying a paintbrush. Brand beside him took off the paint-stained gloves in disgust. The hospital needs a complete overhaul."

He pointed to the corner and said, "If it wasn't for the graffiti of that lunatic who ruined my wall, I didn't even notice it. The cracks in the bricks were cracked, and it might collapse one day."

Brand sighed and said, "You're right, but this requires a long-term plan. We can't tell those patients, tomorrow we're going to start renovating the hospital, let them get out of the way?"

He looked up at the corner of the roof and said, "In short, until now, we can only do it ourselves."

"You just can't bear the revenue these days." Schiller said with a smile: "If you renovate for two months, and you don't get a commission during this time, you will lose a lot, right?"

Brand touched his nose and scolded secretly, "It's all your **** gangster industry chain. I never knew in my life that money was so easy to make. If I stop work for two months, how much money will I lose?"

"Okay, then we'll do it ourselves, but the cracking of the corners is a small problem. The biggest problem is that there are not enough wards."

Brand also sighed, he obviously knew that. Gu Min

Arkham Psychiatric Hospital has a long history. When the building was built, Gotham didn't have that many people. The hospital's carrying capacity was limited. , the ward is still tight.

The main contradiction of the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital now is the contradiction between the backward facilities and the growing demand for money from gang bosses.

After the disaster in Gotham, this contradiction has become more and more prominent. The logistics facilities are being rebuilt, and most of the mob bosses are idle. What better place to go than the Arkham Club?

Here, they reorganize the industry, exchange resources, form circles, expand contacts, and prepare for the next development.

Everyone communicates with each other, exchanges information, and progresses according to the different levels of the circle. If you don’t join in at this time, then the work really starts, and you won’t even be able to drink soup.

Especially after Jack returned to the mental hospital, he was really a very troublesome guy. The three of Cobot, Evans and Jack could be said to be incompatible.

Cobot and Evans can barely stay in the same room, but not if Alberto comes out. When the future Penguin Cobot and the Joker stay in the same room, the two of them often have different views because of their different views. And the big fight.

Cobot belongs to the lawful evil faction in Gotham. In short, he is not crazy enough. In fact, the Penguin in the original book is similar. He runs a big restaurant, chats and laughs with gang bosses, and even becomes the mayor. It's a normal to abnormal promotion route in Gotham, and it's completely different from the chaotic evil of the Joker.

So Copert thinks the Joker is a total lunatic who can't communicate, while the Joker thinks Copert is an idiot who is no different from those gang bosses, and staying with him for one more second is an insult to him.

Cobot doesn't bother to reason with a lunatic, and the Joker talks too much with a fool, so the two of them resolve their dispute by fighting.

The two of them are not strong enough, Cobot will not say it, he is small and weak, and the clown is a little crazy because of his brain, and the fight is unorganized. , tied to the hospital bed and staring at each other.

The Joker and Evans have huge differences in artistic understanding. The two of them mainly quarrel. The main reason is that Evans doesn't like to beat people, and Jack can't beat Evans at all. The way they quarreled became An excerpt from the Mutual Opera.

If Evans can sing beautifully, then Jack's singing level will be shocked even if Batman comes in person.

As long as they were in the same ward, the noise and nuisance letters would snowflake to Schiller's office.

So these three people can only have one ward each.

Originally, there were not many wards, and these three unprofitable patients had to occupy a ward by one person. Schiller had been displeased with them for a long time, but these three people had valid reasons.

Cobert was stabbed a few times by Evans before. He was really seriously injured. It is somewhat inhumane to have him out of the hospital now.

The contradiction between Evans and his father has not been completely resolved. Alberto is determined not to return to Falcone Manor, and the godfather has no intention of coming to pick up his son, so he can only drag it on.

Jake has nothing to do because Batman is busy with class, and Gordon's mental health and work pressures are also left to him.

It was another afternoon when Schiller had just finished his lunch, and Jack was standing on the balcony on the seventh floor of the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, with one foot straddled outside the balcony's guardrail.

In the room, Bruce, Evans and Cobot stood there, Evans said to Jack: "If you have something to say, can you come back from there first? If you fall, the professor will definitely be very angry. "

Bruce just came to Evans to take over the work of the society. He didn't know all kinds of thrilling things that happened at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital during this time, so he turned and asked Evans: "What the **** is going on? Why did he Are you going to jump off the building?"

"Can't you see it?" Cobblet said to Bruce, sitting on the bed next to him, "He's a lunatic, he's getting sick."

Evans was still trying to persuade Jack: "This is the 7th floor, if you fall down like this, you will definitely hit the ground first, the brain and blood will stain a large piece of the ground, and the professor will pay a lot of cleaning fees. Must be very angry."

Cobot also said: "The downstairs is full of stone and brick roads. It is difficult to clean up blood splashing in. All the bricks have to be lifted. If you really dare to do this, I have no doubt that he will give you a game. A copper-smelling funeral."

There was a look of embarrassment on Jack's face. He said, "Could he carry my coffin to a group of gang bosses, and then let them read me a eulogy? Let you idiot give me flowers, let that Someone with no musical taste sings to me? God! He's a devil!"

"But do you think I'll be afraid?!" Jack patted the guardrail vigorously~www.NovelMTL.com~ said like an aria: "The heroic Jack will not be afraid of the devil, I will prove it to you now, I am Ah Knight Cam!"

Saying that, he swerved to the left and fell straight down. Bruce rushed to the balcony in two steps, and then saw Jack floating in the air, and Schiller, who was downstairs, stretched out a hand with an irritable expression on his face. to throw him aside.

The landed Jack rolled around laughing and said, "Hahahahaha! Ordinary person, you say you are an ordinary person! Hahahahaha, this joke is really funny, I must listen to it again tomorrow, hahahahahaha !"

Evans looked back at the calendar, then at Eyeporter and said, "Will there be a 15th this week?"

Cobert stood up and walked out the door, intending to go back to his ward. He said: "I bet it will be more than 20 times."

Only Bruce standing on the balcony, he looked back at Evans and Cobblet, then looked down at Schiller and Jack, the wind on the balcony ruffled his hair, he murmured to himself Words:

"...Am I crazy?"