I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

Bernice Garcia, female, American, 25 years old.

A day ago, she was about to go to bed when there was a sudden bang, which made her think that a robber had entered the house. She surrounded.

Bernice was subdued before she had time to ask "what's the trouble?", not to mention that her combat strength was equivalent to a chicken, and she didn't dare to act recklessly when she was pointed at by several guns of unknown authenticity.

"You're going to be transferred to Arkham Asylum," they said.

At that time, Bernice wanted to laugh for no reason.

Arkham Asylum?She also has the Avengers Building!

Grabbed by a group of lunatics who didn't know where, Bernice began to struggle desperately, and was finally knocked unconscious.When I woke up again, the world had changed drastically—in every sense.

Because you can’t feel the passage of time because you don’t see the sky all day long, the cold air turns into an invisible hand to pinch your throat at any time, and slowly tighten it. After nightfall, there will be some wild dogs screaming sadly, or Occasionally, there would be a scream resounding throughout the entire castle, echoing in the cold night, but at other times it was eerily silent, without any trace of life.

In short, this is not a place for a normal girl to stay.

Fortunately, Bernice didn't have many advantages, one of which was to go with the situation. Within three days, she accepted the fact that the dimensional wall broke and she was trapped in Arkham.

Bernice looked up at the light bulb jumping like a will-o'-the-wisp outside the cell, flickering on and off, she sighed, and couldn't help complaining in her heart.

It’s no wonder they can’t cure those mental illnesses in Gotham. As a prison and medical institution, Arkham is too unqualified. Let alone patients, even normal people will not suffer from depression if they stay in this haunted house every day. No wonder!

Didn't you see that even Harleen Quizell, who is a doctor, has become a Harley Quinn!

Who would like that lunatic clown? !

Speaking of clowns—this one got off to a bad enough start, but her cellmate was still a clown.

Yes, the one from DC.So without even thinking about it, she was sure that this was really Arkham Asylum.

Let the time go back to three days ago.

After Bernice woke up, she was in the state of "who am I, where am I, and what am I doing", but when she saw the extremely conspicuous green hair and pale hair without a trace of blood on the man opposite him who was smiling strangely at her... When he saw his face, he didn't react immediately.

I must be fucking dreaming.

Bernice thought, and then slapped herself expressionlessly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..."

So he was slapped in the face, and it was his own hands.

At this moment, she also noticed that the pajamas on her body disappeared, replaced by an ugly orange shirt, hell, who changed her clothes? !

Joker smiled even more when he saw Bernice wake up.As if he found some interesting toy, he said with an excited voice from his throat: "Well—little mouse, where did you come from?"

His way of speaking is different from ordinary people, like a stage actor, using exaggerated tone to attract everyone's attention.

Bernice opened her mouth and squeezed out a sentence for a long time, with a bit of resentment in her tone: "...I want to know too."

The clown seemed to hear something happy, and laughed nervously: "This is just the beginning, welcome to Arkham—hahaha..."

Half of his face is in the light, half of it is in the dark, the corners of his mouth are raised high, and his smile is bright. He opens his arms, standing in this simple prison cell, as if standing in the center of the stage, wearing an orange prison uniform, as if wearing a gorgeous purple tuxedo.

Crazy laughter echoed in the sealed space. Thanks to him, Bernice finally cleared her mind a little and began to organize the cause and effect of the incident.

... What else could be the cause and effect!How the hell would she know why the dimensional wall suddenly broke!

Cherish life, stay away from madmen, Bernice did not respond to him, she lay on the hard bed, thinking about how to get out of here in the future.

A very bad situation is that she seems to be locked up as a mentally ill person. She doesn't know how long her sentence is. She doesn't want to live in this ghost place for the rest of her life.But after thinking about it carefully, Bernice is not worried about this. Who is her cellmate?The famous Arkham escape master!

It's just that if she doesn't mess with the clown, it doesn't mean the clown will let her go, especially when he has nothing to do.

Her cell number is No. 2, and the clown's cell is No. 1. The two cells happen to face each other, separated by an alley. The cells on Bernice's side are all even-numbered cells, while the cells on the clown's side are all even-numbered cells. is singular.

Moreover, the door of the prison cell is not sealed. In order to monitor them conveniently (thankfully Arkham has not gone crazy enough to install a monitor in the cell), there is enough space between the iron pillars for a hand to pass through, that is to say, She and the Joker can see each other at all times.

Fortunately, the toilet in the cell was in an invisible corner, otherwise she would really go crazy if she had to shit face to face with the clown.

Unfortunately, the other cells are empty, and Bernice is forced to become the clown's harassment target.

"Why don't you talk? Are you afraid? Yes, you should be—"

Because she doesn't want anything to do with you at all.

"Or are you just bored? Come have fun with me and we can blow up Arkham... HAHAHAHAHA!"

It's okay to have fun, let's blow it up, she doesn't want to be blacklisted by Batman.

"I guess you were caught by that bat too? That's a meddling bat—"

No, but she would rather be Batman, Bruce Wayne would be gentler, right?People are also handsome.

Bernice's thoughts began to drift to nowhere, she didn't care about the clown, the clown was talking to himself like a genius, acting out his own play.

"Ohcomeon! Are you dumb?" The man opposite was still smiling, but some impatience and anger began to be mixed in the smile. Of course he knew that Bernice was not dumb, and he was just venting his dissatisfaction.

How can she not speak?That's too boring, and boring people have no meaning of existence.

When his hands reached his waist and couldn't find anything, he remembered that his gun and knife were confiscated, damn it.

Bernice turned over on the bed and covered her ears with her hands. She didn't know that the clown was about to kill him, she just thought he was noisy: "Dude, can't you be quiet?"

That's right—that's it, it's interesting in this way, he doesn't want a piece of wood that can't talk, the clown retracted his habitual hand for taking out the knife in satisfaction, and exaggerated: "Quiet? No, no, no, why should I be quiet? Why? So serious?"

Bernice: "..."

She asked to switch rooms!

……

Life is like rape, if you can't fight it, try to enjoy it.

It's not that Bernice has tried to communicate with the people here, expressing the fact that she is actually innocent. She swears that although she doesn't think she is a good person, she has never done anything harmful.

Unexpectedly, the guards just treated her as a mental patient, and didn't listen to a word, all they got was the clown's merciless ridicule.

You know, spending long periods of time in an isolated room looking for something to do, to pass the time, and Bernice would be happy to have someone to talk to, if it wasn't for that person being a supervillain.

As a result, on the fourth day, Bernice began to have a weird idea that the clown is not so bad, at least someone can talk to her.

What's even more weird is that from time to time, she would have the idea that "he's actually quite right".

This kind of thinking is dangerous.

Once, she asked the clown why you like making trouble.

He replied that he was just creating a little commotion, disrupting the original order and making everything chaotic.

"And I am the representative of chaos. Do you know the good of chaos?" he said, like an eloquent orator. "It brings justice."

The establishment of order is to protect people's lives, but in Gotham, is there order at all?If the order can no longer be fair and just, then there is no meaning of existence.

You see, that weird thought came out again, and she actually felt that what he said was really damn right.

Whenever Bernice realized what she had just thought, she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Bernice was afraid of clowns, but that fear did not go to the bottom of her heart.

In the eyes of outsiders, the clown is a cold-blooded, cruel, and unreasonable freak, but to her, the clown is more of a comic character.The main difference between her and the people in this world is that she once looked at clowns from the perspective of God.Because of this, she saw a complete him, and she even knew the story behind him. Now that she knew his story, everything he did, the things that others could not understand, were not so incomprehensible.

But this is definitely not a cause for sympathy.

She was a little scared and said: "You know what? I was almost brainwashed by you."

"Why do you have to pretend? There's no one else here." The clown was very satisfied, and said with a smile, "You agree with me, tear off that hypocritical mask, admit it, ha—"

"Little Gangya, I kind of understand why so many people follow you, but I'm not crazy."

The clown was calm for a while, as if he had heard some big joke, and then his face was distorted with a smile: "It seems that you are really not afraid of me? I hope you are not pretending, because if I cut off your tongue Hearing your screams from time to time," he narrowed his eyes, the violent light flickering in and out of his eyes, "I will be very disappointed."

And Bernice relied on him not being able to come out, she didn't take his threats to heart at all, and said in a flat tone: "Wow——I'm so scared."

clown:"……"

The expression of the clown on the opposite side became more and more ferocious, he seemed to want to say something more, Bernice knew enough was enough, she shrugged her shoulders not to provoke him, folded her hands behind her head and fell on the bed.

……

The next day, when Bernice was in a drowsy sleep, she heard something, like a door being opened. As soon as she opened her eyes, her hands were handcuffed by a pair of handcuffs, both of which were taller than her. The guard with most of her head roughly dragged her out of the bed and took her outside.

Bernice, who was still half asleep, woke up immediately, and greeted the guard who was supporting her familiarly: "Good morning boys, are we going to have breakfast?"

Of course, no one cared about her, they just grabbed her arms hard to prevent her from escaping, she curled her lips, even the people who work here are so gloomy, as expected of Arkham.

This was the first time Bernice stepped out of the cell after she arrived. She was busy looking around, but the two guards stopped suddenly, and she realized that she had arrived at her destination.

One of the guards opened the door, pushed her into the room, went in himself, and closed the door, while the other stood guard outside.

"Starting today, you will have psychotherapy three times a week," he said.

There is only a simple table, two chairs, and a woman in the room.

The blond girl in a white robe stood up, showing a kind smile, her blue eyes behind the lenses were as clear as sea water: "Hello, Miss Garcia, right? I'm Harleen Quizell, your attending doctor, very happy it's happy to meet you."