American Comics: The Force Awakens

"So Nygma was eventually captured by Batman, even though he didn't leave any riddles this time." Carl recounted slowly.

"But this time his methods were so crude that he felt like a newbie. Batman succeeded with almost no effort. Even Batman was puzzled by this, and he responded like this:' You don't understand... I really didn't want to leave you any clues. I really never wanted to go back to Arkham Asylum. But I left you a clue anyway. So, I... I had to go back there. .Because I might need help. I...I might actually be crazy.'"

"Did Nygma make the riddle, or did the Riddler make this ordinary postman? In any case, the story of Nygma ends here for now, let us look forward to his future performance." Carl said this A light word ended his story.

He unscrewed the bottled black tea he brought with him, took a sip, and stood up: the female doctor still hadn't learned how to make tea.

At this time, two peaceful weeks had passed since Black Mask's chemical plant was shut down.During these two weeks, there was no Batman, no super criminals, just daily exercise in the Force and working for Wayne.

In his free time, Carl would come to the clinic and tell Harleen stories about the Clown, the Scarecrow, the Calendar Man, the Mad Hatter, the Pig-faced Professor, and the Riddler.Arkham's talent and their glorious deeds were almost turned upside down by him.

Even without using the Force to sense it, Carl could feel that Dr. Quinzel's mentality was changing. Compared to the serious look at the beginning, she was smiling more and her eyes were becoming more and more alert.

Seeing him stand up, Harleen blinked hurriedly and asked, "Are you leaving? Wait."

Heck, she even learned to ogle.

"As for your previous question, I think I have some ideas." Seeing Karl stop, she hesitated and said, "It's just that the answer is too unreasonable. I don't know if I should say it now."

"Sooner than I expected. You are really talented." Hearing this, he turned back and looked at her seriously. "It's a pity that my story has not yet told the most special spirit in Gotham City." Patient. But don’t worry, the protagonist of our story tomorrow has been decided.”

Batman is the most special mental patient in Gotham City. Being able to guess his identity means that her way of thinking is moving closer to that cheerful little psycho in the comics of the past life.

But she didn't know enough. She needed a little inspiration, a gentle nudge.

"Unfortunately, tonight is the opening ceremony of a grand banquet, so our schedule conflicts." Karl waved his hand and prepared to leave.

"When you say the banquet, do you mean Falconi's nephew's wedding?"

This was an unexpected situation, and Karl's movements froze.

"For some reasons, I have an invitation letter here." Harleen smiled slyly. "I think the invited guests will probably get better hospitality than enjoying the scenery outside the door."

"My pleasure, my dear lady." Carl smiled and bowed exaggeratedly. "Then let's look forward to meeting you tonight."

Outside the door, the sun sets, the light and shadow intersect, and people are already on the road.

The phone rang, and the ringtone was an imperial march that Carl had made up based on his own impressions that had not been composed in this world.This ringtone means the caller is not a good person.

In fact, the new mobile phone number purchased on the black market currently only has one contact information, and that is Scarecrow.

Karl answered the phone, his voice brisk because he was in a good mood.

"My dear mentor, do you have anything to do with me now?" he asked. "I hope it's nothing serious. I'm about to prepare for the opening ceremony of tonight's banquet. For such a grand occasion, I have to prepare a formal suit." OK."

"As for your 'formal attire', it's ready." Klein looked a little tired, "But that's not the focus of our conversation."

"You said you had a complete plan, but it's been two weeks since the Black Mask incident, and there's been no movement from you."

"On the contrary, Scarecrow needs to sell stolen goods, buy new equipment, and he also needs to always pay attention to Black Mask's bounty and prepare some messy things at your request." He said, "I don't know when I became a nanny. What do you think this is?" Story, The Wizard of Oz?”

"Oh, don't say that, Dr. Teich (Note: Mad Hatter) won't be very happy if he hears this." Carl replied, "You got most of the money, shouldn't you do these things?"

In fact, if it weren't for paying Dr. Quinzel, he wouldn't have taken a penny of Black Mask's cash. These professional fees based on time are simply like robbery.

"Besides, being put on a bounty by Black Mask is a problem of your own making. If it weren't for your perverted insistence on your own fear gas, maybe you could live an easier life now."

"Don't fool me. You planned to expose yourself from the beginning, even without my fear gas." The Scarecrow's voice became deeper. "You even deliberately left the clown mask and stepped on it."

"You're right, professor, that's right." Carl replied, "My plan has already started, but don't worry, after tonight, a new story in Gotham will begin, and everyone's attention will be diverted."

"And then, it's time for us to act."

"...Really, I will wait, I just hope you can fulfill your promise." Scarecrow hung up the phone.

Now, the dance is about to begin, how can we not order some songs?

As the BGM of "People Get Up and Drive Your Funky Soul" played on the street like no one else was watching, the red-haired young man slid all the way into the second-hand clothing store while passers-by looked at him like they were crazy.

Falconi family villa at night.

Falconi owns many properties in Gotham, ranging from a mansion near Wayne's ancestral home to a sea-view villa on the beach.The one opened today is the largest of them, used to receive guests of all kinds.From Bruce Wayne himself to unknown people like Carl, as long as you have an invitation, you are a distinguished guest, and all your requirements seem to be met here.

Except for some ungrateful prosecutors who don't care about time.

The red-haired young man wearing a black three-piece formal suit smiled and greeted the blonde in a fiery red dress, and kissed the back of her hand. As the invitation was delivered, the two walked arm in arm into a sea of ​​celebration joy.

"You know, I like your shoes," he whispered.

Before the hour, Falconi's nephew Johnny took his bride to greet the guests.Well-dressed people who know each other nod, talk and salute.

Then the story begins.