American Comics: The Force Awakens

At night, on the street corner below a certain building.

"Dear, the Arkham Express order you placed has been completed. Remember to leave a positive review." Harley's laughter came from the phone, and there was a faint siren in the background.

"How do you feel? Are there any surprises?" Karl asked.

"As this is the first official meeting, it is not attractive to girls at all." She replied, "But fortunately, I also found Xiaohong tonight, so it's not a loss."

"Wait, Little Red?" Carl thought for a moment and tried to pull out a list of Harley Quinn's random nicknames from his memory. "Poison Ivy."

Another hoarse but sexy female voice came from the other side of the receiver, but her tone seemed a little helpless, "Miss..., although I am very grateful to you for releasing me from Arkham, we have never met. , can you stop getting so close?"

Obviously, being able to be familiar with everyone is one of Harley's innate skills.

"I hate it, Xiaohong. Although it's just the first time we've met, I'm sure we'll be good sisters in the future. You know, I've liked your vine outfit a long time ago. It's very tasteful..."

After dropping the declaration, "I'm going to pick up girls tonight, do whatever you want with me", Hallie hung up the phone.

"The Arkham alarm has sounded, and Batman and all police forces will be attracted there." Carl turned around and said. "Where's my weapon."

The scarecrow silently handed over a six-shot revolver.

"I don't like this plan," Klein said.

"Do you know the secret of successful comedy? Timing." He took the pistol and shook it, and the bullets made a clattering sound in the magazine.

"And this is the perfect time." He whistled, pulled out his revolver and fired twice in the air. The sharp gunshots pierced the tranquility of the night sky.

In Carl's Force perception, some armed men wearing black masks heard the gunshots and were rushing towards them.There is no doubt that they are the men of Black Mask stationed here, and they are full of malicious intentions.

He pressed the muzzle of the gun, which was still hot and smoking, against the back of the Scarecrow's head.

"Now, let's get started."

The scarecrow slowly raised his hands.

…………

By the time the roar of the Batmobile arrived at Arkham Asylum, things were coming to an end.

The arriving police officers surrounded the scene with police cars, their red and blue police lights flashing, slightly illuminating the open entrance.

Special police officers, heavily armed, gathered in twos and threes to guard the prisoners in orange-red clothes.

The prisoner who was kneeling on his knees was forced to put his head on the hard ground and clasp his hands behind his head. If he made the slightest movement, he would be given anesthesia and then dragged away.

At a glance, there was no familiar person among the captured people.

"How's the situation?" Batman jumped out of the car and took two steps forward and asked.

Officers, you looked at me and I looked at you, but no one answered the question.Some people held the equipment they were holding a little tighter.

This is normal. Batman is not always welcomed in the Gotham Police Department. In the eyes of some people, there is not much difference between him and criminals.

"Spread out, spread out, go do your work, I'll take care of it here." A familiar voice came from inside the door, and everyone left.

James Gordon walked over while wiping his glasses. The cigarette at the corner of his mouth gave off a little red light, becoming a precious light source in the darkness.

"Many people have fled." He said bluntly, "The situation is not optimistic."

He took out a list of escapees. Batman glanced at it and saw the names of many old friends.

"Jervis Tetch (The Mad Hatter), Julian Day (Calendar Man), Edward Nygma (The Riddler), Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy), Victor Freese (Mr. Freeze)," he whispered.

"And most importantly, the clown."

"One thing we discovered about Joker is that the others were released in the cell, but the entry and exit records showed that Joker was taken out of the cell before that, and he was taken to the treatment interview room." Gordon. Said "And this is today's guest list."

"Today's records were erased due to maintenance." Batman said, "Obviously, there is a mole in Arkham."

"We've known for a long time that many of the guards here may have been bribed or threatened," Gordon said. "It could have been done by the Romans. He could have been trying to divert our attention, but we have no evidence."

"And the dean here, Hugo Strange." He paused, as if thinking about adjectives. "He...he refused to cooperate with our investigation."

"Go to the reception room where the Joker escaped from prison."

meeting room

Due to Bai Gordon's strict discipline requirements, the scene here is still perfectly preserved.

"A white coat stained with blood." Batman took out the analytical instrument and started scanning.

"This is the clown's blood." The analytical instrument quickly gave the result. "What hurt him."

"It should be this letter-cutting knife." Gordon took the evidence bag from the busy forensics personnel and showed it in his hand. "If I read correctly..."

"This is a letter cutter customized by the Wayne Group. It is given as a gift." Batman took over. "There is a number near the handle to record the factory time and use."

"And the manufacturing date of this knife was two weeks ago." He stopped suddenly.

As a method that has been gradually withdrawn from the market for being too slow to transmit information, mailing letters is usually only used on rare occasions.

Some formal occasions, such as...admission letter.

"Batman, what's wrong? Did you find anything?" Gordon asked.

"It's not clear yet," he replied.

"Let's summarize the current information." Gordon said, "Tonight, a person entered Arkham. He had access certificate, but the guard still helped him erase the access record."

"He was wearing a doctor's white robe. He might be a practitioner in this field, or he was just pretending."

"He confused the guard at the door - still using fear gas - thanks to the Scarecrow, helped the clown get rid of the shackles, but they may have had some disputes - don't know how, but with the clown, everything will be okay Surprisingly."

"Then he injured the clown with a knife - but there was no sign of a struggle."

"Either this person is skilled enough, or they negotiated it. Then the intruder took off his disguise, created chaos, and released the other prisoners."

"What do you think, Batman?" Gordon turned around and asked, "Batman?"

There was no one behind him, as if no one had ever been there.

"It's always like this. Enough is enough."

Gordon sighed.