American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

A handsome man with red lips and white teeth, wearing a suit inside and a white coat outside, got out of the car, holding a plastic medical record under his arm, and walked towards the hospital.

There were several security guards wearing rubber batons standing outside the hospital. They were all big and strong women who looked very tough.

"Wait a moment, please. Do you have proof of your appointment?"

A security guard stopped him and questioned him as usual. If it was an ordinary hospital, there would definitely not be such a procedure because this place is not ordinary.

"Oh, I'm the new doctor here."

The man quickly pulled out a plastic card with his photo and position on it.

The security guard took it and took a look. It said: Harlin Quinzel, criminal psychology consultant.

"I'm here to look for Harley Quinn. You know, she's crazy. I have a piece of information that I need to interview her about. I've already made an appointment with the dean. You can call and ask."

Harlin smiled confidently, his good looks made his words more credible.

The security guard hesitated for a moment, returned the ID to him, and just to be on the safe side, he went inside and made a phone call.

It’s simple, I just want to be worthy of my salary.

The Wayne Group has allocated a large sum of money to this well-known hospital, so it has to do its job conscientiously.

Unfortunately, the call didn't go through. Today is the weekend and the dean doesn't seem to be at home, so the security guard made a second call.

At the dean's home, the dean, who was tied up with tape like a silkworm cocoon, looked at the ringing phone on the table and shed tears of despair. A big cross was drawn on a group photo on the wall.

"Mr. Quizel, you...can go in now."

The security guard came back, made way and let Harlin go in. Harlin was very happy and blew her a kiss before leaving.

This made the security guard pull his hat shyly. Such a handsome guy was really pleasing to the eye.

“Hmph~Hmph~~”

Harlem walked into the hospital, humming relaxing music, his leather shoes tapping on the smooth marble floor like beating the beat.

The medical staff coming and going around him didn't notice him as they were all busy with their own things.

Harlem walked around, walked into the monitoring room, took out an anesthetic syringe from his pocket, and stabbed it into the neck of the security guard who was lazy and listening to music. The anesthetic was pushed in.

The security guard collapsed on the chair, his whole body limp. Harlem pushed him with his hand, and the small wheels under the chair sent the security guard from the monitoring room to the corridor outside.

Harlin quickly checked the surrounding surveillance cameras and found that the little pudding he had been thinking about was hidden here by the bad guys.

Those people were so mean, they didn't know how passionate his love was with Little Pudding, and they just wanted to separate them. This was unforgivable.

Harlin had an angry look on his face as he quickly checked the surveillance archives, looking for his beloved little pudding.

This was the best time and opportunity he had found. The troublesome Batwoman had disappeared, and the unknown successor, Batboy, was probably still searching for the Penguin who had escaped from prison.

No one would notice this place in a short time, so Harlem was very confident that he would do the short penguin a favor and put it to good use.

Harlin's fingers stopped and he looked at the woman lying in a cage in a closed single room with her back to the camera and her legs crossed. Hearts were about to pop out of her eyes.

"Little Pudding, wait for me!"

With an unconcealable joy, Harlin unbuckled his belt and took out a bunch of gun parts. After a simple assembly, an Uzi submachine gun appeared in his hand, along with a bundle of explosives.

Little Pudding likes explosives and gasoline.

Harlin smiled and took out a bag of light green liquid from his clothes. This was something he would never forget. Carrying these things, Harlin left here under the cover of his white coat.

In the corridor, several doctors and nurses were looking at the unconscious security guard. They gathered together to check what happened to him and did not notice Harlin leaving the monitoring room at all.

Harlem came to the place where Little Pudding was imprisoned with a clear goal. After he knocked down two security guards, he stuffed the submachine gun into the mouth of the doctor who held the key. With a click, the heavy iron door was pushed open.

An external signal connected to the iron gate was also activated, and a hidden camera turned on.

"Little Pudding!" Harlem ran in holding the doctor hostage, unable to hide his excitement. Looking at the Harley Quinn lying in a two-story cage basking in the light, Harlem burst into tears with excitement.

"Wow, that sound is familiar, like my little pumpkin is ripe. Maybe I'm crazy. I've been locked up for more than a year, it seems like 433 days. Uh... it seems I'm not crazy yet."

Lying on the ground, wearing a black and white striped outfit, with her legs crossed and two vegetable leaves stuck on her eyes, the clown girl muttered to herself:

"If it was my little pumpkin that came, I should see him. I miss him, I really miss him."

Hearing this, Harlin was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly snatched the key from the doctor's hand and opened the door of the iron cage. There was another iron cage inside, which was also opened with the key.

"Little pudding!"

Harlem threw away the keys and rushed over, hugged the Joker girl and kissed her. Lying in her arms, Harlem said aggrievedly: "I missed you so much."

The Joker girl took off the leaves from her eyes and looked at Harlem who was lying on him. She was also very happy: "Little Pumpkin, it's great that you came. Do you have any good news for me? For example, is there any news about Batwoman? I don't even have a newspaper to read here."

"Damn, that Batwoman has retired. Her waist was broken by Pain, but it seems that Pain also had her waist broken. Anyway, little pudding, we can go out now."

Harlin quickly got up and took out the gift he had prepared.

A bag of gasoline, a bundle of bombs, and a lipstick placed in a jewelry box like an engagement ring.

"Little Pudding, let's go out together. We can go blow up a bank. I know a bank with a safe full of money. Don't leave me again."

Harlem hugged Harley Quinn's arm and leaned on it like a little bird, but he didn't notice that Harley Quinn's expression became ferocious.

"That's great. Gotham is so lively, but no one came to notify me to participate. This is really... infuriating."

Harley Quinn's smile became more ferocious. She took a few deep breaths, grabbed the submachine gun on the ground, stood up suddenly, and threw the dynamite to Harlem.

"Baby, this is not the time to rest. We should announce our return. I don't want this city to be so dull. Why don't we get married?"

A smile appeared on Harley Quinn's face. She came up with a good idea. This cute little pumpkin always gave her good ideas.

"Really?" Harlem asked happily.

"Of course, baby, but I have to go get some of my stuff back, and it would be perfect if Batwoman could come to our wedding. You can find her, right?"

The Harley Quinn reached out and lifted Harlem's chin, kissed him on the lips domineeringly, then picked up the lipstick and drew an exaggerated red-lipped smile on Harlem's face.

"Of course, I will find her." Harlem nodded quickly. He had already thought about what to wear when he got married.

He also invited his best friends to be his best men.

"Then I'll wait for you. Bye, sweetheart."

Harley Quinn walked out with a smile, closing the iron cage. She turned her head to look at the hidden surveillance camera, raised her submachine gun, and blew up the camera with a burst of bullets.

"I hate being ignored. Why do people always want to forget me? This is not a good habit."

Harley Quinn walked out muttering to herself with the submachine gun in her hand, and several gunshots were heard in the corridor outside.