[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] Gotham is a master of women's clothing

Bat cave.

Jason, who was about to run away, received a multimedia message from Ah Fu about supper. There were cookies and black tea on the picture and a note saying "Leave it to Master Jason".

So Jason came back on his motorcycle silently.

Then, during his dessert time, this scene happened.

The muddy water rises from the ground, the mist descends from the ceiling, Gotham emerges from the muddy water, and the mist... seems to be such a cloud of mist that has a very gathering effect.

"Look, I found a good tutor for our son. Come on, this is London, let's meet?"

Gotham said so calmly to Batman.

"..." Jason felt like he was hallucinating.

Why yourself?

What about Nightwing?Where's Red Robin?What about the child of the devil?

He is just a red hood, why persecute a pure and harmless red hood?

Batman was drinking the coffee that he finally managed to drink again, and he endured so much that he didn't spit on Gotham. When he silently swallowed the coffee with difficulty, he found that Arkham had wriggled to the edge of the fog side.

Tuanzi raised his head, tried to stretch his body, and found that he couldn't eat the fog at all, so he was confused.

"We don't eat the same kind." Gotham reminded Arkham tactfully.

Seeing this kind of city for the first time, Arkham Dumpling shook quickly left and right, obviously very surprised, and then began to wriggle around the foggy London in circles, as if observing each other.

"He's vigilant," London commented.

"Like mom." Gotham smiled.

There seemed to be a blue vein on Batman's forehead, and he asked with his highly recognizable throat cancer advanced voice: "What did you say?"

Gotham said it again very "considerately": "I said like you."

"..."

Better not say it.

Didn't you see that Batman originally only had one vein, but now there are three?

Feeling that he would be murdered later, the red hood shrank into the corner of the sofa with black tea in his hand, and continued to think about why he was here?

It was a rare time that Batman's low air pressure did not threaten any people or cities present. Even Arkham was so focused on London that he didn't notice that his Batman's lungs had already exploded. .

"Come on, the decision is yours."

Gotham looked at Batman, as if he was visually measuring the fullness of the opponent's anger gauge.

"Decided what?" Batman gritted his teeth.

"You also know that the situation in Arkham is not good. Even if we all try our best, he still learned a bunch of messy things from the people in Arkham Mental Hospital." Gotham shrugged, "Only educate Arkham Tuanzi completely treats the symptoms rather than the root cause, the ones who should be educated are those little lunatics in the mental hospital, what do you think?"

Batman exuded resistance to the intruder, and an aura of disapproval all over him.

Seeing that Batman misunderstood him, London took the initiative to defend himself:

"Please rest assured, I can guarantee that what I do will not harm anyone, whether it is mental or physical, in fact it is just the simplest 'education'."

London is indeed a very different city. Perhaps the cultural environment really has a great influence on the character of the city, even if it is just a cloud of fog. Others present must admit that London is easier to let people down than Gotham, and Very considerate of others.

I heard London add another sentence: "Besides, Arkham knows everything above him. As his close relative, you can't hide these things from you." London looked at Batman and said.

Batman shifted his gaze to Gotham calmly, asking this unreliable guy to explain clearly.

Gotham understood in seconds.

"The Arkham Dumpling is your receiver and firewall. He thinks it's okay, so you can't receive the induction. That's why I said education is very important. Look, let's play it off now."

Batman has two more veins.

You don't need to guess that Jason knows that Gotham was definitely not as careful as it said back then, and the old bat was probably tricked.

Oh my god, this scene actually made him a little excited.

But after saying this, one thing was pointed out positively: the family education intensive class for the Arkham regiment must be put on the agenda.

"Look at your cubs, all of them have flown away, and there is only one little devil left. Well, Tim is another thing, their biological parents are still fine." Gotham counted with his fingers, "Teacher It is necessary."

This guy has obviously forgotten who was the city that Batman taught Arkham well.

Batman rolled up his sleeves silently, ready to beat Gotham regardless. At this time, London's eyes shifted, and the fog gathered towards Jason.

"Do you need a tutor too?"

Jason watching a play.

"???"

"!!!"

"I do not need it, thank you!"

And, the whole big red bird shrank back.

London seemed a little regretful, but still drifted away in a very reserved manner.

And Gotham was still teasing Batman there, making the Batcave jump for a while.

In the end, London took the initiative to speak very considerately, saying that he planned to take a rest, and wanted to go with Arkham to see the situation in the mental hospital first, so as to formulate a plan to educate Arkham.

Arkham, who was still just a dumpling, shook, feeling ominous.

The Batcave sirens go off, Batman takes a look and decides to go out on patrol and take out the bank robbers by the way.Gotham is going to visit Arkham Asylum with London.

"Together? Big Red Bird?" Gotham looked at Jason.

Jason shook his head with a rattle to express his no thanks.

Arkham Asylum, this is a magical place.

Even for a city, the mental signals of the residents here are too disordered.They are true lunatics, unholy undead.

A fog is quietly rising in Arkham Asylum tonight.

The first to be invaded was the crocodile man in the sewer. He was manic for a while, and then quickly calmed down, followed by the special criminals held in the deepest underground.

Clown, Riddler, Penguin, Two-Face...

Arkham Asylum has been overcrowded since its escape success rate plummeted.

This group of people couldn't escape, so they started to do things inside, which made the guards physically and mentally exhausted. Because of the special nature of this place, they couldn't recruit more casually, and could only use the old people to suffer.

It's not a question of credibility, it's simply a matter of fear that the newcomer's psychological endurance is not good enough, and if the prison guards become inmates within two days, then some will play.

Gotham came out of the fog with the Arkham regiment.

Arkham seemed to be in a daze, he kept looking up and turning the part of his head, looking left and right.

Those closed single rooms housed the "mentally ill" who were always noisy on weekdays, but tonight, it was rare for them to be quiet all of them, staring at the ceiling or the wall in silence, with dull expressions.

"What's the matter with them?" Arkham Dumpling asked unsteadily, and made the baby voice of an untransformed little boy.

Gotham took a look: "London gave them a dream."

The characteristic of London is "glory", which represents "acquisition". It is not difficult to guess that London has given these people everything they seem to be obsessed with, and then...

The "patients" who have been satisfied with their lifelong pursuits have nothing left.

The Arkham gang seemed to understand, but they didn't seem to understand, and they were still looking through the small windows one by one.I don't know if it's because Arkham was brought up by Batman and the others. Although he can be omniscient in his own territory, he still prefers to see it intuitively.

Gotham was right behind Arkham, but he wasn't interested in those little windows.

In this regard, Arkham is closer to a human being than other cities, and I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

A city is a city, and it has been spent by endless time in endless years. They can face all this calmly, precisely because they are just cities, but Arkham has a touch of humanity for no reason.

Will be curious, have the desire to explore, and know how to act cute.

It's so weird.

Arkham was completely ignorant of Gotham's entanglement, and the group squirmed forward seriously, and carefully observed the people in every window.

Some of them are real psychopaths, some are Batman's "old friends".

Soon, Arkham bypassed most of the ordinary rooms on this floor, and came to an isolated area specially made by electric doors and explosion-proof doors.

All doors and windows here have been specially reinforced.

Arkham stopped in front of a very special window with soundproofing and double doors. Gotham curiously looked over and found that the clown was locked inside.

Eye-catching green hair, plus a corset specially designed for aggressive mental patients.

It's so recognizable.

At this time, the clown is not as crazy as before, nor is he nervous.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, raised his head so much that he almost overturned himself, and the mouth that was painted by lipstick as if it could be split to the back of the ear was opened vainly, and he let out a "hoo hoo" eerie sound.

Arkham watched for about five minutes.

In just 5 minutes, the clown sometimes laughed wildly and sometimes remained silent.

And suddenly twitching like a real psycho, not knowing exactly what London showed him to stimulate him like this.

At the 6th minute, the clown suddenly returned to normal, his eyes rolled around, as if he had finally woken up from a nightmare, gasped for breath, turned his body from side to side nervously, and finally rolled himself onto the floor, still kicking his legs , scrolling repeatedly.

"I knew it was a dream! How could Batman bail me out!!!"

The clown also screamed like this.

Gotham's expression twisted.

"Bail? Batman? Joker?" How could he not understand these three simple words?

The imagination of London in Weaving Dream is really rich. Should it be said that it is London?

Nightmare or wonderland after the mist?

This is only known to those who broke into it.

Look at the Riddler again, this one doesn't move very much, just muttering non-stop.

"I put the Sphinx in his dream," London explained to them.

"You can still guess riddles..." Gotham was really surprised by this, they are not very familiar with these human things, but soon he understood the key, "You let him guess riddles with himself .”

The whole fog of London nodded: "The Sphinx is him, and he is the Sphinx."

Arkham obviously didn't understand, and wandered around to look at the next small house.

Penguin is screaming.

Two-faced man is giving a speech.

They are happy and miserable.

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