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

There is always calm before the storm.

Arkham has been too quiet these past few days, and Bernice has just finished her menstrual period, and has returned to her lively appearance.But even she could feel that the atmosphere seemed to be different. Combined with what Harleen said to her this morning, she guessed that something big would happen in the next few days.

"Stay in the cell no matter what happens," Harleen said.

Bernice guessed that the clown should have escaped from prison in the past few days.

After staying in Arkham for more than a week, Bernice almost forgot what the sunshine outside was like, and she missed her little nest so much.But when she thought that Harleen was going to go with the clown, she felt a little melancholy.

A person's bright future is so ruined, and the clown really does a lot of harm.

Since the killer came, most of Bernice's attention to the clown has been shifted to her, that bitch is really too noisy.

"Tell me, how about I sell you to the gangsters?" Sha Matt stuck his whole body on the door, grasping the iron pillar with both hands, and said in a sharp voice, "They like you the most with big chest and brainless blonde hair little girl--"

"Thank you, I also have to admit that I am indeed pretty." Bernice brushed her hair, "But you have to ask your master first if he is willing."

"Oh, how could he be reluctant, who do you think you are?"

"Jennifer—" the clown suddenly said, his voice was calm but chilling, "Are you helping me make a decision?"

"No, of course she was handed over to you." Sha Matt quickly denied it, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "Actually, my name is Ada."

"Pfft——" Bernice couldn't help laughing, and she didn't miss this good opportunity to tease people, "It seems that your status in your master's heart is not good."

This time killing Matt——Ada didn't blow up like before. She scratched the iron pillar with her pointed nails, and made a creepy sound of "squeak", and stared at Boni with vicious eyes. Si didn't let go: "Your happy days are coming to an end, hehehe..."

Bernice didn't take it seriously, and looked at her with pity: "Admit it, you're just jealous that I'm prettier than you."

Edda: "..."

That's what she said, but what she said made Bernice more sure that the clown was about to escape.

For the past two days, Bernice didn't dare to sleep. There were two poisonous snakes that could come out at any time. Don't look at her usual cheap mouth that hurts each other with the clown. In fact, when there is nothing between them, A weak chicken like her who has no self-protection ability still has no idea.

Not to mention that there is an extra crazy woman here, she will definitely obey the clown's orders, and she will be really hard to beat with two fists by then.

She is already mentally prepared to be taken away by the clown. He probably won't kill her so soon. He is also keen to instill some messy ideas in her. If he wants to see her degenerate, he won't give up if he doesn't succeed. She had to escape before then.

No matter how bad it is, go and seek refuge with Batman...

Sure enough, in the middle of the night on the third day, the storm came.

Bernice was hugging her knees and closing her eyes to rest, when the sudden sound of the radio woke her up.

"Warning! The B2 floor has been invaded and is on red alert!"

Bernice subconsciously looked at the clown opposite, who was also looking at her excitedly, and said, "It's just a small commotion, don't be afraid."

No, compared to this, she was more concerned about... Bernice was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Where are your clothes?"

The clown had already taken off his shirt at some point. His body was as pale as his face, covered with messy tattoos. Bernice looked away from his sharp eight-pack abs, and couldn't help thinking: This guy is the same as She is either talking or sleeping every day. How does she maintain her figure?

He answered as a matter of course, and it was not difficult to hear the hoarse voice full of joy: "My clothes are on the way."

The gunfire outside was getting louder and louder, and it fell silent after a while. The air seemed to smell of bullets/powder, and the light tubes on the ceiling flickered twice as if feeling the atmosphere was wrong, which made people feel uneasy. Silence spread in my heart.

After a while, five or six people wearing strange animal headgears broke in, some with submachine guns and some with rifles/guns. A few people filled the corridor in an instant, and the clown watched all this happen calmly , There is no appearance of going to jail at all.

"Warning! The B2 floor has been invaded and entered the red alert state!" The broadcast repeated it in a timely manner.

From the gate, Bernice saw several people fell outside, some were Arkham guards, and some were people wearing animal headgear. She frowned, wondering if the green eyes were among them.

One of them used a card to unlock the electronic lock of the clown's cell, and after receiving the latter's signal, he also opened Ada's cell.She walked out of the cell and smiled triumphantly at Bernice, her playful eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

The subordinate conjured up a purple crocodile-pattern coat from nowhere, and he was extremely coquettish. The clown opened his hands, looked disdainful, and asked his subordinates to put on the coat for him like a noble king.

After putting on his coat, the clown left his chest open. He calmly straightened his collar, and then spread his hands. The subordinate next to him immediately brought a comb. Bernice just looked at him dumbfounded at this untimely and unreasonable situation. assembled under the environment.

"Boss, what about her?"

"Let her out."

The subordinates used the same card to open Bernice's cell. She could come out at any time, but she didn't move, as if it was a boundary that could not be crossed.

There were more than a dozen pairs of bloodthirsty eyes looking at her outside, she was as weak as a poor little white rabbit surrounded by a pack of wolves.

The clown stared at her excitedly and licked his lips, as if looking at a prey that had been hunted for a long time and finally caught. He asked, "Hmm...how much time do we have?"

The subordinate replied: "Up to 5 minutes."

He clapped his palms in satisfaction: "Enough."

"Well... Well... Well..." He walked into Bernice's cell refreshed, "What a beautiful day? We can finally 'meet'."

"Yes." Bernice looked up into his eyes and said calmly, "You are much taller than I imagined."

The clown stepped forward and took the blond woman's face with both hands, forcing her to look only at himself. He saw his pale face in those blue eyes.

The exquisite face in front of him didn't show a trace of panic. He grinned slowly, and made a vibrating sound like a cat's purring from his throat. Bernice, who was holding his face, felt that his hands were extremely cold. temperature.

Only when he stood so close did she feel the darkness and blood on his body oppressing her overwhelmingly.

"It's disgusting for you to show such a knowing look again." The clown complained dissatisfiedly, "Can't you put on some more interesting expressions?"

Bernice looked at the clown who was half a head taller than herself, "To be honest, my neck is a little stiff, can I let go first?"

Hearing the ignorant words of the blonde girl, the subordinates looked at her as if they were looking at a fool. She was the first one who dared to talk to the clown like this.

But unexpectedly, the clown actually let go of his hand, but immediately covered her mouth with his palm. The tattoo on the back of his hand just matched her mouth, making her look like she was laughing funny.

Bernice looked at him helplessly, her lips directly pressed against his palm, wondering if the guy had washed his hands.

The clown raised his chin, the hot lips seemed to melt the coldness of his palm, the slightly moist feeling made him squint his eyes, he suddenly leaned down, completely face to face, and said to her: "Yes—that's it, just smile .”

Bernice hummed twice, the clown let her go and let her speak.

"Are you going to kill me?" She raised an eyebrow.

"That depends on your performance." The clown smiled and put his arms around her shoulders, led her out of the cell, and hooked his fingers at Shamat, "You, Jennifer, come here."

Ada seemed to be hesitating whether to correct her name to the clown again, but she thought that the clown called her to give Bernice to her, and she was in a state of excitement, so she quickly forgot about the name back.

"Mr. J, what do you want me to do with—"

"There's still a little time, so let's play a game!" The clown excitedly rubbed his fists, took two guns from his subordinates, and handed them in front of them, "Of these two guns, one has bullets. One has no bullets, pick one, and use it to kill the opponent."

Bernice was frowning at the two identical pistols/guns, when the clown suddenly said, "Do you believe me?"

This sentence was not addressed to Bernice, but to Kill Matt. She was about to respond when she saw the clown look at the gun on the left, and then at her, with a sly smile on his face.

Shamate's eyes shone brightly, his mouth couldn't stop being ecstatic, and he took the one on the left without hesitation.

Look, Mr. J chose her!

Shamat looked at Bernice with mockery and complacency in his eyes, and Bernice could only take the gun on the right.

Sha Matt raised his gun and pointed it at Bernice, with a crazy but determined smile on his lips, "Let me just say, your good days are over."

Bernice, who was pointed at by her, didn't blink, and looked at her quietly, her eyes glowed with sharp light, like an eagle in the dark night.

The clown on the side didn't give the slightest attention to Shamat, his eyes were always on Bernice, taking her expression, eyes, and all the subtle changes into his eyes, he clenched his fists, nails were completely embedded in his flesh But in his excited state, he didn't care at all, his eyes became more and more crazy, almost obsessed.

The other party did not show the expected panic eyes, and Sha Matt's expression turned ferocious: "Still pretending—"

She pulled the trigger.

Hey.

However, nothing happened.

There was no blood splatter as imagined, Sha Matt looked at the gun in his hand in astonishment, and dunked it two more times.

Da da.

There was disbelief in her eyes, she looked back at the clown, and asked in a trembling voice, "Mr. J...?"

"Then it's my turn."

The blond woman changed her calmness for a second, and the corners of her mouth raised silently. She slowly raised the gun. It seemed that what was about to shoot out of the black muzzle was not bullets, but fear. Ada let go of the gun without bullets. She fell to the ground with a slap, her expression changed from shock to panic, and the mockery in those bottomless blue eyes made her hands and feet cold.

She was abandoned, like a pet abandoned by its owner.

Bernice knew that the gun in her hand must have bullets.What the clown said "see your performance" is to see if she can kill this killer.

As long as she kills her, then the Joker will let her walk out safe and sound.

From the very beginning, the clown didn't want to play any games. It was a joke. He chose Bernice from the moment Kill Matt was imprisoned. Kill Matt was just a pawn for him to achieve his goal.

This is the clown, a lunatic who doesn't play cards according to common sense.

The clown was like an audience watching a movie and seeing the climax, his shoulders trembled with excitement, and his excited voice unconsciously became sharper: "Doit doit doitdoitdoitdoit..."

Bernice didn't even shake her hands, she raised her chin, stared at the desperate Shamat with her half-closed eyes, and suddenly said: "You imitate the master so badly."

Then, she made an action that made everyone in the audience tense up—moved the gun and pointed it at the clown who was cheering for her.

While she was pointing at the clown, five or six guns were pointed at her, but no matter whether it was the clown or Bernice, their expressions had never changed. I found something familiar in it.

The atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, and they both heard each other's breathing.

"Look, he won't show you like a dog." After a pause, she sighed again: "I'm just prettier than you, so there's no need to target me like this?"

... The tense atmosphere was broken in an instant.

The clown took two steps forward, and Bernice's muzzle was directly on his heart, his mouth always curled up in a strange and excited arc, and he raised his hands innocently, but said happily: "Be careful!" One thing, I'm vulnerable."

"Hmm." Bernice held the gun and let out a joyful voice from her nose.

He stared firmly into Bernice's eyes, he was almost a little addicted, she was a hundred times more fun than those gangsters - with a smug smile, his voice was hoarse, but there was no doubt: "You won't."

Bernice looked at him for a moment, and then smiled brightly: "Yes, I really don't."

In the next second, Bernice raised the gun high, pointed the muzzle at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

pop-

The light tube shattered, and the surroundings were instantly plunged into darkness. The lighting in this corridor was already bad. Without the lights, the range of vision was greatly reduced, and a few black shadows could barely be seen.

A black shadow jumped up, and the subordinates shot at the black shadow as if scaring a snake!

The muzzle of the gun brought a little vision into the darkness, and everyone saw only a blond-haired figure rushing out. The gunshots continued, accompanied by the clown's angry roar: "Idiot, block the door, don't shoot!"

Bernice's goal was only the door, she did not turn her head, and dodged by instinct. At this time, she didn't care about anything, she could only believe in herself!

A touch of gold moved lightly in the narrow space, miraculously dodged all of them, none of the hundreds of bullets hurt her hair.

When the clown chased him out, there was no one left.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, with a terrible and bloody storm brewing in his gloomy eyes, and ordered in an angry voice: "Get her back."

……

Bernice ran along the channel of memory, and a large group of people chased after her. After running the stairs to the upper floor, there were two paths in front of Bernice. After she came in, she never left the B2 floor except for psychological treatment. , at this time she didn't know which way to go.

While hesitating, the door of a room next to her opened suddenly, and a hand was stretched out to grab her in. Bernice wanted to yell but held back because she heard a voice: "Follow me!"

It was Harleen's voice, and Bernice followed her without thinking.

Harleen held Bernice's hand tightly, and led her through various paths familiarly. The high heels made a sound of buckling, like the beating of a heartbeat. The two were panting, but they didn't stop for a moment.

Harrington, who was leading the way, stepped down, turned back to Bernice and said, "We have reached the ground." Then, seeing that her orange prison uniform was too conspicuous, he took off his white coat and put it on her .

"You just need to push open that door and run straight to get out. I'll lure them away."

Before Bernice could speak, Harleen was about to turn around and leave, but she felt her wrist being grabbed, and she turned her head again.

Bernice clenched her white coat tightly, and her crescent-like blue eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

She said, "Thank you, Harleen."

When we meet next time, you will be Harley Quinn, right?

Harleen smiled, waved at her, and left without saying anything.

"Remember my words, cherish life, and stay away from scum!" Even though she knew that Harleen had made up her mind to go, Bernice still shouted at her back.

Harleen didn't look back, but there was a helpless smile on her face, and she walked deep into Arkham without stopping at all, her loose hair swaying gently behind her.Then, the smile gradually disappeared, replaced by determination.

After Harleen left, Bernice pushed open the door according to her words, and she saw the sky outside. Just as she took a step, a person quietly walked out beside her.

She looked at the man and suddenly said, "Are you alive?"

That person turned out to be the green-eyed man who once brought her a sanitary napkin, he approached her, and while Bernice was thinking about what he would do if he wanted to take her back, he pulled a pistol/gun from his belt, Pass it to her.

"Take it."

Bernice raised her head in surprise, looked at him for a while, took it, and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't die."

The green eyes glanced at her, and with a slight hum, he walked past her and entered through the door.

……

Bernice put the gun in the dark compartment of her white coat, and ran in the night with her legs open.

Arkham is getting farther and farther behind her, and the eerie old castle stands in the mist. Maybe it's because the police force has been transferred away. She didn't meet another person, and she could run out of Arkham soon. Within range, another figure blocked her way.

...Can't we let her leave safely? !

That person was killing Matt. Bernice was very puzzled as to why she was able to chase him out, so Sha Matt took out a knife—it was really like a clown. The distance between the two was about five meters, and they confronted each other. And standing, one side is murderous, and the other is calm and at ease.

Bernice said a little displeased: "If I remember correctly, I seem to have spared your dog's life?"

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time—a long time!" Killing Matt acted as if he hadn't heard her words at all, the hatred in his eyes was about to overflow, she stared at Bernice with crazy hate eyes, As if wanting to swallow her up, he rushed towards her irrationally.

Bernice saw it clearly, but she didn't draw out her gun.

Her body seemed to be under the control of another person at this moment, and she reacted automatically. She took a step back to avoid the blade, and then grabbed Sha Matt's wrist holding the knife with a flash, twisted, and fell In a second, the knife in Matt's hand turned around, pointing at Matt himself, and Bernice grabbed Matt's fist with the other hand, forcing her not to let go of the knife in her hand. Pushing hard, Shamate couldn't resist at all. She watched in horror as the hand of the knife she was holding stabbed herself uncontrollably.

"what--"

Everything happened in an instant, and Shamat was already clutching his bleeding shoulder and screaming. Bernice saw her wailing, and the chill on her face remained undiminished. She continued to force, so the knife penetrated even further. She faintly uttered a sentence, like the whisper of death: "—then continue to wait, Bichi."