American Comics: The Force Awakens

In the empty waiting room, two people sat side by side.

Carl was flipping through the newspaper. Gotham's newspapers were originally run by Elliott, the silent family. This business lasted for hundreds of years, but the impact of new media over the years has made traditional print media uncomfortable. , compared to black and white text, people prefer more vivid sources of information that can stimulate the senses.

Randomly flipping through a page of an advertisement for a luxurious seafood dinner at the Iceberg Restaurant paired with an Antarctic penguin show, what caught his attention was a piece of tidbits hidden in the cracks.

"The face-cutting maniac is wreaking havoc in the city at night! Is it a distortion of human nature or does it have other ulterior motives?"

Some details are also written below. It seems that a criminal who loves to cut people's skin has appeared in Gotham, and many victims have had parts of their faces cut off without knowing it.

The reporter on this gossip seems to believe that this is the work of Victor Zsasz - a mad killer who likes to scratch himself after killing people - who may have finally discovered that it is more convenient to scratch others than to scratch himself. Be reasonable.This shows that the treatment at Arkham Asylum is still effective, and people must maintain confidence in him.

But this level of news is only worthy of being caught in the cracks in Gotham, and no one cares about such a trivial matter.

There was a sound of "click, click" coming from beside him. Karl put down the newspaper and sighed.

"Harry, this is your third caramel apple tonight." He glanced at Harley who was happily nibbling, "Why do so many people give you candies along the way? You look like that A kid who comes out to play ghost on Halloween?"

Although her current costume is definitely Halloween style.

"No, kids these days can only dress up as Batman. Who remembers the past Halloween when everyone dressed up as monsters." Harley replied vaguely. "Before departure, Xiaohong gave me a bottle of her potion. , so I’m eager to eat something now.”

The potion developed by Poison Ivy can significantly enhance Harley's physical functions, allowing her to become faster and more agile when she needs to wield a baseball bat or a sledgehammer, such as tonight.

Although it seems impossible to mass-produce, from the perspective of no side effects, this thing is much stronger than the various serums used by the military to transform victims.

It also comes with a variety of benefits, such as no cavities?Speaking of which, most people in Gotham who like to move at night should have lost their original teeth, so being a dentist here should do a good business.

"Speaking of which, was Harvey so naive before? He doesn't seem very smart, which is completely different from my impression of him." She asked. "And this is the first time I know that he has a wife."

"Because to most readers, that's not important, just like no one knows that Scarecrow has a mother." Carl replied, "And Harvey is now just a man who believes that simply by fighting gangs, Gotham will become more and more beautiful." Nice innocent guy.”

"But it will be different after tonight. You will find out what he is capable of."

It's almost impossible for a man to work his way into a position like District Attorney, or even get the attention of Bruce Wayne, to be a moron.

In fact, among the famous gangs that later divided Gotham in the comics, Two-Face was the only one that started the latest and relied entirely on Harvey to make it from scratch. In comparison, Penguin and Black Mask They are all backed by the resources of their ancestors.

Despite his later poor interest in probability and statistics, Harvey was also a very smart man after gaining a completely different perspective.

"And it couldn't be easier for me to manipulate his thoughts." Karl laughed. "Where is the gold coin?"

Harley wiped her hands, felt around on her clothes, and finally found the shiny little gold coin on her body. The "Gotham Goddess" carving on one side of the gold coin had been completely destroyed by the Joker's acid. .

This finally gives it both sides.

"Do you think I can toss a coin a hundred times and get it all heads a hundred times?" Karl asked with interest.

"Oh..." Harry suddenly realized, "That's a bit mean, even for you."

The door to the operating room opened.

A man in full surgical gear stepped out.

"You shouldn't have come out to tell us that you have tried your best," Karl joked.

"What, oh, no." The man was startled and quickly denied, "The patient is out of danger. I have tried my best to clean up the remaining acid on his body and done some emergency treatment. But half of him His face was completely destroyed."

The man was contacted by Alberto, a specialist gangster doctor.Every gang will find some such black doctors who open underground clinics to treat the wounded who are still alive after gang fights but have no way to go to regular hospitals.And those doctors are also willing to accept higher operating costs than treating ordinary patients.

In the past, this type of doctor had a very high status in the Tao, and no one was willing to attack such a person. No one wanted to have someone come to help them perform surgery the next time they were injured. However, as the number of mentally ill prisoners continues to increase, There are fewer and fewer doctors willing to do this in Gotham.

After all, no one wants to be backhanded after operating on those lunatics.

"This is all I can do." He took off the surgical cap and hesitated. "If you want to restore him to his original state, you may need a more skilled doctor, such as Thomas Elliot——"

"Oh, it's okay, we are fine now." Karl patted the man's shoulder in a friendly manner, which made him shrink back. "You can leave now. We can trust your professionalism, right?"

A doctor of this profession is naturally tight-lipped, and he left quickly. For a foreseeable period of time, he would completely forget what he had done tonight, and a little narcotic might help.

"Look at that, his face is terrible." Harley looked at Harvey, who was firmly tied to the operating table, and stuck out his tongue, "It's like half-stirred spaghetti."

"If the world were normal, such a person would quickly die from a wound infection."

"Thank you for making me not want to eat pasta for the next half month." Carl shook his head, "But don't worry, he will survive. Maybe he will still have a perfect face outside his divided heart. .”

"Now, let's stand up the operating table." He began to manually shake the operating table to make Harvey, who was tied up, stand upright.

"Okay, now, my dear new friend, now is not the time to go to bed, it's time to get up and enjoy the night," Carl whispered.

Harvey opened his eyes.