American Comics: The Force Awakens

Harleen Quinzel.An outstanding graduate of Gotham University, double doctorate in psychology, famous psychologist, gymnastics champion, and cheerleader.

People's love and praise for her lasted until the day when she called herself Harley Quinn, and maybe even longer.

Like all potential mental patients, Dr. Quinzel is unusually sensitive and interested in individuals' peculiar mental states due to her common American family background.She devotes herself to finding rare cases and studying them like crazy.

Like today.

"Like I said, it's clear that Mr. Wayne has severe mental illness, and his symptoms are unheard of. I really want to get this special patient, the only external observation is obvious paranoia..." She argued, her words attracting the attention of those around her.

"Dr. Quinzel, we respect your academic achievements and are willing to fund your research, but Mr. Wayne will definitely not like what you say. He is very busy and refuses the guidance of a psychiatrist. Wayne Group funded Arkham Asylum, there will be precious samples you want to study." The man wearing glasses and looking like a secretary put on a posture of refusal, and cold sweat could be clearly seen on his forehead.

It's so pitiful that he just thought that this blond girl with big breasts would be Mr. Wayne's type, so he used the excuse of interview and psychological consultation to let them meet. Who would have thought that this crazy woman would actually say such unreasonable things? This is reading Are you reading stupidly?

Fortunately, Mr. Wayne just remained silent for a moment, politely refused the consultation, claimed that he had other things to do, and left the office.

Now, he had to find a way to get her to leave voluntarily and quietly, and he had to stop her from spreading rumors about Mr. Wayne's mental state, which would have an impact on the image of Wayne Group.

"Really? Then I want a clown." Unexpectedly, she made a straightforward request.

Everyone knows that the Joker is a psycho, a madman, and a criminal.But no one knows what diseases he has and what diseases he has.

Harleen wonders, and the Joker has just been sent to Arkham.To do this, she needs permission to enter Arkham.

"But, Dr. Quinzel, the Joker is a dangerous criminal whose death toll could fill Arkham. So even we would have a hard time getting permission to treat him. There are a lot of complications. Procedures and..." The secretary wiped his forehead and hesitated.

"Then it's not my problem." She interrupted the secretary's tirade and walked cheerfully to the door.Although she lost such a precious research sample as Bruce Wayne, she was able to enter Arkham Hospital and study the material she had coveted for a long time, which made her feel very good.

"Dr. Quinzel, what a surprise to meet you here." Harleen unexpectedly found that her way was blocked. She raised her head and saw a young face in front of her, dark red hair, and a confident smile. Not seen.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Her steps were blocked, and she looked very rude. "What, you also have a disease that needs treatment?"

As a very popular beauty, Harleen has encountered countless pick-ups, and she is also proficient in how to make people who don't know their own abilities give up.

"Who knows, but I do have some questions. They come from my former mentor, 'that' Dr. Klein. Do you know him?" Carl emphasized the pronunciation of "that".

There may be a lot of Cranes in Gotham, and a lot of Doctors, but both people talking to each other know who they're talking about.

scarecrow.

A character you can't avoid when studying psychology in Gotham.

Hearing this name, Harleen's eyes became slightly solemn. Scarecrow was her former university professor, and although she had never taken his class, she had long heard of his glorious deeds.But she finally chose the clown as her research subject.To her, the symptom of being obsessed with fear seemed a little too... one-dimensional.

But even so, the name Scarecrow is enough to be taken seriously in the ears of knowledgeable people.

"If you have anything else to do, come to my clinic and see me. Remember to make an appointment. Here is the business card." She paused. "Now, I still have things to do, please get out of the way."

Karl turned sideways and watched the blond hair leap away. The secretary man, wiping his cold sweat, jogged after him and stood side by side with Karl.

"She's such a difficult woman, isn't she." He obviously regarded Karl as another man who failed to strike up a conversation.

"Yeah, that's right, but it's worth it." Karl grinned. "By the way, do you know where the chemical department is? Yes, that's right, I'm here for an internship."

…………

Wayne Tower, top floor office.

This is the dedicated office of Bruce Wayne, the current leader of the Wayne Group, which occupies the entire top floor. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the helipad on the next floor to facilitate Mr. Wayne's travel needs at any time.

During the day, Wayne was accustomed to standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, observing his city and thinking about the actions at night.Just like Batman at night, he is used to half-kneeling on the dripping beast on the roof of the building, listening to the crimes happening, and then spreading his bat wings to bring fear to his criminals.

For him now, Wayne is just a burden, a superficial phenomenon.Once that skin is peeled off, he can transform into the Dark Knight and fight evil ruthlessly.

The real Wayne may have died in those two gunshots.The one who survives is Batman.He is the night and revenge, but he is not the carefree little Bruce who has both parents.

Now, Bruce stared at the screen in front of him, carefully observing Carl's every move under surveillance.Beside him stood Lucius, his chief equipment master and advisor.

"He just entered the laboratory and behaved exactly like a normal person, without any abnormalities. Either he was not affected by any poisonous gas, or he was disguised very well," Wayne said.

"He just stopped Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Do you think she could tell if he was normal?"

"Mr. Wayne, have you forgotten who just asked you to leave the table and come here?" Lucius replied helplessly, "As far as I'm concerned, anyone may be sick in Dr. Quinzel's eyes, it just depends on the severity. It’s just different degrees.”

Bruce was silent. Was he sick?Maybe, but it doesn't matter, he still has a lot of things to do.

"Is there still no progress in the research on clown toxins?" he asked after a long time.

"No, sir, we checked the production tools and materials of the clown's hiding place, but it is obvious that the remaining raw materials cannot be assembled into a complete poison gas. We are still missing at least one important puzzle piece." Lucius sighed, said.

"Those people died last night, but he is still alive." Wayne frowned.

"We finally caught the clown. We need to make good use of this time to research the antidote. Keep an eye on him and test him when necessary."

"What to test, Mr. Wayne?" Lucius asked, looking a little unhappy, as if he already knew what the answer was.

"You know what I'm talking about, the semi-finished fear gas researched by the Scientific Research Department."

Fear often makes people reveal many secrets in their hearts, and so does Batman.

"That would be unethical, Mr. Wayne, even if we had an antidote."

"Batman is immoral, Lucius, go ahead."