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

But it doesn't matter, the red hood won't lose in terms of strength. The clown who was poured several glasses of wine by Bernice was quickly pushed to the ground by the red hood. Watching the clown get punched and admiring the agility of the red hood, he was short of two cheerballs to cheer up the red hood.

"You still want to seduce me when you have Harley? You shameless scumbag!" Bernice stood aside and gritted her teeth. "Because of you, I missed tonight's Game of Thrones."

Red Hood: "..."

This is the point?

Thinking this way in his heart, the movement of his hands did not delay at all. He punched the clown heavily, but it was a pity that the latter's teeth were made of steel and could not be broken so easily.

Seeing the red hood on the clown, Bernice suddenly felt a pain in the waist that had been pressed by Batman. She really is Batman's adopted son, and the way to subdue the enemy is exactly the same as his father.

The clown's face didn't show the slightest panic at all. The scary thing was that he seemed to be enjoying it, and the corners of his mouth were always curled up. He was really an out-and-out lunatic.

"Hahahahahaha..." The clown who was pressed to the ground by the red hood and couldn't move suddenly burst into laughter, his expression twisted, "This is really a surprise."

His lips were broken, and his mouth was bleeding, but his mouth didn't stop because of it: "Let me think about who you are? Oh, I remembered, that little bird whose wings were broken by me."

Red Hood tightened his grip on the Joker's neck, and pressed the muzzle of his gun against his head.

"You're going to kill me? Your bat daddy won't be happy, hahaha..."

"I don't care what he thinks." Red Hood didn't seem to be shaken at all, and said coldly.

His relationship with Batman has come to where it is today, largely because of the Joker. The reason for his anger is not all because Batman didn't help him avenge him, but also because the Joker continues to get away with it.

The Red Hood knew that even if he hadn't been killed by the Joker, sooner or later he and Batman would go to extremes because of differences of opinion, and they couldn't agree with each other's tactics, but he insisted on his own way, even if his hands were stained with blood.

Will Gotham restore order because of the Joker's death?Of course not, just like Bruce Wayne, criminals are like weeds, which will grow back soon after being cut, but this is definitely not the reason to let the clown continue to do evil.

He does what Batman can't do, even if it's dirty, he doesn't care about his reputation.

"Did you know? After I caught that lady, I tried various methods to force her to reveal your whereabouts." Even though his body was restrained and unable to move, the clown was still talking excitedly, chattering endlessly, "But you Guess? She didn't say anything, her mouth was so hard that I admired it, and then I got tired of it, thinking whether to arrest her husband and children, but the result? It turned out that her daughter also died under my hands, you Isn't it a coincidence?"

The more Bernice listened, the more her body trembled, her eyes were bloodshot, and she yelled out of control: "Are you fucking looking for death?!"

She pulled out another gun from the red hood's belt, and shot the clown's calf without hesitation.

The bullet hit the clown's calf, and blood gushed out immediately. He let out a low growl in pain, and then laughed maniacally again, as if he wasn't the one whose leg was shot through, "Why didn't you aim at my head? You missed the shot Is it? The next shot is going to be aimed hahaha!"

Bernice was panting heavily, almost losing her mind, she pointed the gun at the clown's head, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, how could I have such a failed suitor like you.".

"Hey." Seeing that Bernice was about to go berserk, Red Hood calmed down, and couldn't help saying, "Calm down."

The clown he worked so hard to catch was shot to death like that, it was too cheap for him.

Bernice met the red hood's calm eyes, "tsk", she moved the gun after a while, and fired a few shots at the wall angrily, and returned the bullets to the red hood .

At this moment, the clown who hadn't moved all this time took out something quietly, and it was too late when Red Hood noticed his action, the clown had already thrown the thing out.

The round thing was about the size of a palm and rolled to Bernice's feet. The red hood couldn't see what it was, but it must be something bad.

He only thought for a second before letting go of the clown.

Bernice subconsciously thought it was a grenade/bomb, and she was scolding the clown for being crazy. This room is not big at all, and what he did would probably affect himself!

Bernice was about to kick it away when she saw Red Hood rushing towards her.

She showed a terrified look, no, don't come here!

She saw the blue flames dancing in the eyes under the hood, but her eyes went black in the next second, because the red hood had already thrown herself on Bernice, and the two of them slid out together, maybe the red hood was too anxious The relationship between the two of them bumped their heads together. If it wasn't for the hood to stop them, maybe the two of them would have kissed, but if it wasn't, Bernice's nose came into close contact with his hood, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't help crying. It was about to flow out, she thought the bridge of her nose was going to be broken.

At the same time, the round object did not explode, but bursts of green smoke floated out, with a unique smell, which quickly spread to most of the room.

Bernice, who was not killed, but was almost crushed by the red hood, just wanted to say, what kind of magical weight is this? ? ! !

Why are you all so heavy?Bernice thought desperately.

Although Harleen was surprised by Bernice's inexplicable enthusiasm, she seemed to have never met a patient who was so happy to see her, but she immediately restrained her expression and showed a professional attitude: "Please sit down, today we are just Let's chat."

After Bernice sat down, Harleen gave a friendly smile. Coupled with her outstanding appearance, it was easy to put people's guard down. She asked, "Are you still used to it these days?"

After spending the past few days with the clown, Bernice had almost forgotten what it was like to talk to a normal person, thankfully Harleen Quizell showed up just in time, she was a normal person, at least for now.

"It's okay, but the food here is too bad." Boni complained unceremoniously, "The bread is as hard as a rock, and the chicken is boiled and tasteless..." She paused, and seemed He casually continued, "I still live opposite the clown, I really don't know what's wrong..."

"The clown?" Harleen immediately grasped the word, and a gleam that was hidden very deeply flashed in her eyes, "Do you know him?"

"Probably." Bernice leaned back in the chair and said casually.

"He..." Harleen seemed to want to continue asking, but she realized that she had lost her composure. She raised her black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and quickly changed the subject, "Did you grow up in Gotham?"

"No, but I grew up listening to Gotham stories." ——In the comics, Bernice added in her heart, and then asked tentatively, "Doctor, isn't my data listed in the file Yet?"

The female doctor's expression froze, and was replaced by an impeccable smile in the next second: "I'm just trying to get to know you better."

In the following conversation, Bernice always mentioned the clown intentionally or unintentionally, but she didn't know whether it was Harleen who covered it up well, or she hadn't fallen in love with clowns at all, and she couldn't tell anything from Harleen's expression at all.

Bernice was a little disappointed. If she didn't know how the two of them were going, she couldn't speculate on the approximate date of the clown's escape, and she couldn't make preparations in advance.

When the conversation was about the same, she changed the topic and said seriously: "Dr. Quizell, I have a very serious question."

Harleen lifted a handful of hair from her ear and tucked it behind her ear, and listened intently. Her blue eyes behind the lens were shining with sincerity and friendliness: "What is it?"

Oh god, she's so cute, Bernice couldn't help but cry out inwardly.

"Actually, it's like this—" Bernice sat down, her tone serious as if she was talking about something important, "Do you think I'm like a mental patient?"

This question was obviously not in Harleen's budget, and she was obviously taken aback.

According to the previous conversation, Harleen silently gave her patient a preliminary mental assessment. She believed that if Bernice wasn't a criminal with a high IQ who was very good at acting, then she would be fine. Too much is a bit too talkative.

Harleen immediately remembered that she had asked Arkham for Bernice's file before she came in, but was rejected, so she didn't know anything about Bernice, and could only learn something about her from the chat. Basic information.

Inaccessible medical records and criminal records, a person in good mental condition imprisoned in Arkham must have concealed some facts, and these facts are not known to the person concerned.

Harleen immediately thought that Bernice must have offended someone who should not be offended.

Seeing that Harleen remained silent, Bernice became anxious. She blinked her eyes vigorously to make herself look innocent: "Oh doctor, please believe me, look at my sincere eyes...they arrested the wrong person!"

This question is very embarrassing. Harleen is just a psychiatrist and not the person in charge of Arkham. She can't help much with this question. report his mental state to the higher-ups."

Hearing Ha Lin's assurance, Bernice felt relieved and continued, "Actually, I have another request."

"As long as it is within my ability, I will try my best to help you."

Bernice leaned forward, her voice soft, as if she was sharing some secret: "Can you get me a pack of cigarettes?"

The female doctor was stunned and repeated: "Smoke?"

"Yes." Bernice said sadly, "I'm about to be tortured to death by smoking addiction!"

"However, this is against the rules." Harleen showed a embarrassed look, "This is a non-smoking room."

Harleen hesitated. It is forbidden for a doctor to bring something to a patient in private, but it is not a difficult thing to do. Considering the patient's psychological condition, smoking can relax her and help the treatment. Then it is not impossible to make an exception once.

So, she nodded and said with some helplessness: "Okay, I promise you."

"You are such a good person!" Bernice said from the bottom of her heart, if she hadn't been handcuffed, she would have stepped forward to give Harleen a hug.Then she approached Harleen mysteriously, stared into her eyes and said very seriously: "Then I will also give you a word, cherish life, stay away from scum, especially those in Arkham - no, I am not Say me."

"……thanks?"

For no reason, Harleen felt that this sentence seemed to imply something, but after thinking about it, she felt that she was thinking too much. How could Bernice know?